Authors Note: One more to go :(


It was dark by the time they got back home. Chloe parked the car in the driveway and switched off the engine. She didn't know if she had the strength to go inside, she felt physically and emotionally drained and looking at her mothers house which was normally filled with light and laughter was now dark and dreary.

Her chest felt tight, had done from the moment she awoke on the sofa to find him gone and after a few choice swear words she'd gotten her wits about her and realised he'd taken her phone and her car, and she'd immediately put out a trace.

Nothing could have prepared her for seeing him like that. Not Lucifer. Chloe had tried calling Maze but there had been no answer. She wasn't sure if the Demon already somehow knew of Lucifer' death or if something else had happened.

She looked over at the passenger seat, her daughter still curled into a fetal position, her face red and blotchy from crying so much. Trixie had been inconsolable since they left the factory, and eventually cried herself into an exhausted sleep. Chloe reached over, wiping the wetness away and once more feeling her own eyes burning with the threat of tears. She swallowed harshly, pushing her crippling emotions to the furthest corner of her mind and focused on getting her daughter inside and tucked into bed. Her own meltdown could wait another few minutes.

Pushing the door open she trudged slowly around the car and pulled open the passenger door and lifted her little girl with a quiet grunt. She really was getting heavy. It took another minute to unlock the door without dropping Trixie and then she carried her to her bedroom, laying her gently down and cupping her daughters head with her hand, she leaned down and kissed her forehead.

"Goodnight monkey," she whispered, backing out of the room. She didn't want to leave her on her own, but Chloe couldn't break down in front of her child. And with the oppressive weight on her chest becoming more than she could bare she stumbled into the living room, her vision blurred with burning tears. She latched on to the nearest piece of furniture which happened to be the back of her sofa and gripped the material so tightly her knuckles turned white. Taking a stuttering breath, followed by another she finally let it all out. The despair and pain erupted like a volcano and her cheeks were soon wet and salty. Her eyes searched for comfort in her surroundings but there was nothing, no one to take away her pain. Suddenly feeling so alone her features contorted in anguish and she wished more than anything that he was still here. Her handsome devil. He would know exactly what not to say and bring a smile to her trembling lips. With a choked sob her legs gave out and she collapsed in a heap on the floor.


Chloe opened her eyes and found herself staring up at the ceiling. She frowned and pushed herself into a sitting position unsure exactly how she got on to the sofa. The last thing she remembered she was a mess on the floor and then - she couldn't remember? Her mind felt foggy and she got to her feet shakily, her face hurting from crying so much. She figured she probably looked such a mess and as she started toward Trixie' room, she made sure to avoid the mirror on the wall.

Poking her head inside the darkened room Chloe felt her heart ease a little more seeing her daughter wrapped up in her covers, snoring softly and looking so peaceful in her sleep. Leaving the door open just a fraction she walked to the kitchen to get a drink and found herself shivering, her teeth clacking together at the sudden cool breeze blowing through the house. She turned to the back porch and froze at the sight of the door lying wide open, her heart stuttering to a halt when she saw the silhouette of a very familiar man standing right there in front of her, the cigarette held between his fingers illuminating his features when he brought it to his lips.

"Hello, Chloe." His voice sounded rough, like it hadn't been used in some time and her name rolling off his tongue in that deep rumbling tone made her legs turn to jelly.

"L-Lucifer?" At first she thought she was imagining things, maybe even still dreaming. She reached down and nipped the skin of her arm with her nails and yelped in pain. "Ow!"

"I haven't the faintest idea why you just did that, but if it helps I can kiss it better?" he smirked, tossing the cigarette to the ground and stamping it out. Then taking a few hesitant steps inside the house he waited for her to react.

"You...You're really here?" she asked, her voice trembling as she stepped closer to him.

"Yes, love. I'm really here."

Chloe couldn't even recall moving but in the next instant she was wrapped up in his warm embrace, his arms encircling her and his scent surrounding her. She knew eventually she would have to let go, but for now she felt safe and happy. Tilting her head up she found his dark eyes gazing down upon her with such affection she found it hard to breathe.

She pressed her lips to his jaw and his eyes widened, his body temperature spiking and he finally knew why he was so drawn to this woman. Holding Chloe in his arms was like holding a flame. It was soothing and addictive and when she finally pressed her lips against his, her kiss ignited the fire within him.

Lucifer had never felt anything like it. Her kiss was enough to make the Angels faint and his Demons weep, it was so full of passion and demanding and he was certain if it went on any longer they could knock the earth off it axis.

When she finally pulled back, her face was flushed and her lips swollen.

"If I'd only known I had to die to get that reaction, I would've done it much sooner." He joked, grinning down at her, his dark eyes flashing with humour.

She smacked his arm, hard. Glaring at him for saying such a thing. She couldn't go through that pain again.

"Ow, do it again!" he chuckled.

Chloe started to laugh, she couldn't help herself, the man really was adorably naive.

"You're unbelievable."

"Why thank you, Chloe. Although you haven't had the pleasure, yet." He looked so smug, so irritatingly perfect and she suddenly backed away from him in horror. Lucifer' eyes flashed with concern and he took a step toward her. "What's wrong?"

She groaned imaging what she must look like at this moment and here he is looking as handsome as ever. "I probably look like a fell down a hill, landed in a puddle of mud and then got hit by a truck. How can you even look at me?" She mumbled, hiding her face with both hands.

Lucifer chuckled. "You have never looked more beautiful than in this moment, Chloe. You have my word." He stood in front of her, gently prying her hands away and smiled warmly at her. Their faces were mere inches apart, and he traced her lips with his finger, lightly, before dropping his hand and replacing it with his lips.

He felt her smile against his lips and he pulled her even closer. It seemed Lucifer wasn't the only one who was addictive.

"You died." She whispered against him. Tucking her head neatly under his chin and enjoying the feel of his fingers trailing patterns across her back. It was soothing her and she wondered if that was another of his gifts.

"Yes."

"And He brought you back?"

Lucifer squeezed her tighter. "He did."

Finally pulling back enough to look up at him, Chloe trailed her fingers over the scratchy stubble on his jaw. "Why?"

Just as he opened his mouth to answer a loud, happy squeal sounded behind them.

"Lucifer!"

Trixie was a blur as she rushed at him and firmly attached herself to his side. He gazed down at her with fondness.

"Hello child."

The little girl stared up at him with watery eyes and a huge beaming smile. "You're big, again!"

Lucifer' eyebrow twitched, a smirk appearing on his face, and he opened his mouth to say something when Chloe elbowed him, shaking her head, her blue eyes flashing in warning. The Devil finally relented, snapping his mouth shut and patting the little girl on the head.

"Yes, I am love. Very big." His smirk never wavered even when Chloe punched his arm.

"Mommy! Don't hurt Lucifer, he was hurt bad." Trixie stood in front of the Devil, her hands on her hips scowling at her mother for hurting her friend. "I told you he wouldn't break his promise. He always keeps his word."

Lucifer had never looked so smug, placing his hands on the little human's shoulders and sticking his tongue out at the Detective. He could already see Maze' influence on the little girl. She really was going to be a mini-Maze, although he had no idea how Chloe would react to that possibility. Probably not well.

Not that it mattered. The Devil was back and he was here to stay. He would keep and eye on his demon, make sure she didn't corrupt the spawn too much.

After all, a little deviousness never hurt anyone, did it?

Lucifer let himself be dragged toward the sofa by the excited child and for once he didn't complain at the sound of her high pitch voice as she told him what had happened, speaking far too quickly for him to make out anything that she was saying so he simply nodded and smiled.

He was finally home.