Chloe stepped off the yacht's ladder and onto the shores of the small island.

She had never seen a more beautiful place.

The trees were the most gorgeous shades of green, some of them holding delicious looking fruit in their branches. So far she had seen coconuts, bananas, and mangos. There were vibrant flowers and shrubs as far as she could see, some flaunting colors that Chloe had never seen before. The sand below her feet wasn't the dirty, grainy mess she was used to in Los Angeles; but a smooth pearl white. She had to fight the urge to kick off her shoes and wiggle her toes in what had to have been the prettiest piece of earth. Even the sky above the island seemed to be a richer shade of blue.

She watched as a bird landed on top of small boulder only a few feet away from her. It was bigger than any of the birds she had seen in the city, but not abnormally so. Its long, curved beak sat on a colorful face. The top half being a bright magenta and the bottom a vivid orange. Round, yellow eyes sat on the emerald green feathers that took up the rest of its body until its fan shaped tail, which was a sunny yellow with a royal blue tip.

She was speechless.

Even with all of the bright colors and obvious life around her, she felt at peace. There was something about the energy of the island that quieted her mind and all of her worries.

"What is this place?" She asked Lucifer, the awe evident in her voice.

While Chloe was busy taking in the scenery around her, Lucifer had been busy taking in her. Every small movement, every facial expression, he was taking in. The island was beautiful, and so was she. The two together made him his own kind of awe-struck.

"Elysian."

She turned to face him, her eyes questioning his answer.

"The name, it's Elysian. Greek for beautiful, divinely inspired... peaceful," He explained, questioning himself to whether was talking about the island or her.

"It's beautiful," She said breathlessly.

"Yes. My Father does tend to give elaborate gifts."

"What?"

"This was a gift from my Father. Even when I was an angel I wasn't considered the most... at peace," He scoffed, "My Father created this island for me, so that I would find peace when ever I was on it. I was the only angel that could see it, which I believe is still the case. Hence the perfect hideout," He finished with a smirk.

"Do you? Find peace here?" She questioned.

He looked at her as if he were deep in thought before answering, "I believe I will this time, Detective."


After a seemingly short and quiet walk through the island, they made it to a medium sized villa. It wasn't nearly as extravagant as Lucifer's other places, Chloe noted, but still beautiful nonetheless; reflecting more of Elysian's natural beauty.

"I don't suppose the villa came with the island?" She asked, unable to help her pointed look.

"Don't be ridiculous, Detective. I had this built here... Of course, I did have to kill the workers when they were finished," He said nonchalantly, looking up and down the building.

"What?" Chloe gasped, with wide eyes.

"I'm kidding! Don't get your panties in a tangle." He replied with an exasperated smile. He loved teasing her.

He opened the front door and walked inside, knowing full well she was frozen in place glaring daggers at his back.

"If you plan on staying out there, could you at least close the door?" He added, intentionally fueling her fire.

With a huff, she stomped through the door and closed it behind her; mumbling, "If only you were mortal."

She found herself yet again caught up in the beauty of her surroundings. She was standing in the common area of the villa. It was a long corridor with dark wooden floors and a beautiful glass ceiling. The far wall was glass as well, offering a beautiful view of the island's forest.

"And here is the bedroom," Lucifer announced as he opened a door just down the hall.

Chloe peeped inside and saw the same hardwood floor and glass ceiling, with a giant ivory bed in the center. It had several pillows lined up at the head that looked like they were made of clouds themselves. She didn't sleep much last night due to their little... incident. There was nothing she wanted more at the moment than to crawl in that bed and take a nap.

Wait, she thought.

"The bed? Lucifer, I know there is more than one bedroom in this place."

Lucifer raised his eyebrows and gave a curt nod, "Right. I suppose after last night you would want your own room, wouldn't you?"

"Lucifer-"

"It's fine, Detective, really."

As he turned to walk further down the hall, she put her hand on his shoulder to stop him, "Hey," She said softly.

He looked her in the eyes, his expression guarded.

She sighed, "I'm sorry about last night."

Lucifer tipped his head to the side and slightly parted his lips in confusion.

"I was - we were - so into the moment... You just caught me off guard. I know what - who you are, and I'm not afraid. I'm done being afraid. I trust that you won't hurt me. I still just like to have some space," She said as gently as she could.

They stood in quiet for a moment before he responded, "Of course."

He turned to walk down the hall as he was before, and this time she followed.

"Here is your space, Detective. Please, make yourself at home," He said as he stood in the door way, gesturing his hand into the room.

The room was just as big as the first one he had shown her, with a similar layout except the bedding was a pale blue instead of ivory.

As Chloe walked into the room, she paused in the doorway realizing how little space there was between them. She looked up at Lucifer who was looking down at her also realizing the lack of space.

He swallowed hard. He wanted to kiss her, touch her - anything.

Chloe's lips parted and her breathing hitched as she moved her gaze from his dark eyes to his lips.

It was then that Lucifer saw the truth in her recent words.

She really wasn't afraid of him, He thought.

She wanted him.

He lowered his head closer to her, but just as their lips were about to make that sweet connection they were both desperate for, he stopped.

Could he control himself?

The Devil inside him was scraping at him, driving him to lose control, to have his way.

No.

He closed his eyes. It took every shred of his willpower to pull away from her.

"If you will excuse me, I'm in need of a shower. Salt water can only do me so much justice," He said. With a blink of the eye, he was shutting the door to his room.

A few minutes later, Chloe heard the water start. She didn't realize she was still standing in the doorway. Physically shaking herself, she walked into the room and dropped her suitcase on a brown, leather armchair in the corner of the room.

She let out a heavy sigh. It felt like she had been holding her breath.

Why wouldn't he kiss me? Was he still upset with her about last night?

Was he upset with himself?

With a sigh, she kicked off her shoes and walked towards the bed. These sheets were made of soft cotton, unlike the luxurious silky sheets on the boat. She genuinely appreciated the simplicity of this place.

Once she had tucked herself in and closed her eyes, she couldn't help but think, Wow... She really wanted this man. Devil. Angel. Ex-Angel - Whatever. Lucifer was right... This was all so far beyond just her.

It didn't take her long for her busy mind to burn out and drift to sleep.


"What is this?"

Chloe was woken up by the sharp flip of the light switch and Lucifer's chastising tone.

He walked over to the bed, "Look at you! It's barley eight and you're already sleeping."

With a sleepy mumble that sounded something like "Go away, Devil", she attempted to pull the covers over her head only to have them yanked away.

"What?" She asked grumpily.

"You're being boring, Detective. Besides, how are we supposed to make any progress with you snoring? Oh, that rhymed," He said, sounding pleased with himself.

She sat up to glare at him at eye level, "I do not snore. Besides, some of us didn't get a lot of sleep last night."

Lucifer gave her his infamous exasperated look, followed with an equally exasperated tone, "You weren't the only one! Come on, you're not going to want to miss this."

He made it to the door way before stopping to look back at her, "Well?"

With an exaggerated sigh, Chloe got out of bed and followed him out to the corridor.

"You know, one day I'm going to rudely wake you up and-"

She was cut short by the sight before her. They had walked out to a deck that wrapped around a portion of the villa and offered a clear view of the sky.

The sky that was filled with shooting stars.

She stood there with wide, child-like eyes watching the stars glide across the sky; lighting it up with a beautiful glow.

"Oh my G-"

"Yes, yes... I suppose he is quite the artist." Lucifer interrupted, leaning against the wooden railing.

Chloe gave him a sideways glance and smirked. She used to think he was crazy, that he had multiple personalities or was suffering from a childhood trauma. Everything he had ever said to her was real. It was still hard to wrap her mind around, but she was becoming more accepting. She couldn't help but laugh at herself.

Now it was Lucifer who gave her a sideways glance, "Detective?"

His questioning tone caused her to laugh even more.

Lucifer turned to face her now, the look on his face incredulous, "Do you mind sharing your humor?"

She spoke in between fits of laughter, "I'm on an island... that God made... with the devil... watching shooting stars that God created... because I'm some weird miracle baby that was put here to be friends... really good friends... with the devil for some unknown reason! Which has lead us here... the devil's island... hiding from your crazy goddess mother! Imagine me explaining that to someone!"

By the time she had ended her little speech, she was doubled over on the deck.

Lucifer's face didn't change, "Oh my... It's finally happened. You've cracked."

With a few deep breaths, she composed herself; leaving a smile on her face, "It's possible. Or maybe your powers are just starting to get to me."

He sighed, "I've told you, they do not-"

"I'm kidding!" She said, bumping his shoulder with her own. She was enjoying the turning of the tables. Now she understood why he seemed to enjoy getting her riled up, it was fun.

"Right..." He said, looking at her as if she had grown another head.

"I haven't really said any of this out loud yet, and it's all just so... unbelievable, but real." She said calmly, shaking her head.

There weren't as many stars flying across the sky now, but the few that were burned bright and beautiful.

"Doesn't Lucifer mean 'light' or something like that?" She questioned, catching him off guard. No other human, besides the real religious ones, have known the meaning of his name. The name that so many were repulsed by.

"'Bearer of light'... or 'morning star'," He answered her.

She let out a light chuckle, "So you basically have the same first and last name."

Lucifer scoffed, "I suppose."

Not taking her eyes off the sky, she said, "Thank you - for waking me up."

Chloe could feel him looking at her, but she wanted to absorb this moment as much she could.

She was so beautiful, Lucifer thought.

Her face relaxed and dimly lit by the glowing sky. She looked at peace, courtesy of the island, though he knew she was anything but inside.

"Not so grumpy now, are we?" He asked with raised brows.

"Not anymore," She smirked, "I've never seen a shooting star before... they're beautiful."

Has she never looked into a mirror? Lucifer wondered.

"I have seen more beautiful things," He whispered.

With that, she turned to face him. He put his hand gently on the side of her face and tilted it up towards him, taking in every detail of her features.

Her defining brows that hung over light green eyes with long lashes.

Her well defined cheekbones that were carrying a light blush.

The soft slope of her nose.

The sharpe cupid's bow that shaped her top lip and the plush, rounded lip right below it.

Her defined chin and jaw line that matched her cheekbones.

Lucifer didn't realized that with every note he took, he inched closer to her until their noses were almost touching.

Control, he told himself.

"I cannot believe you have never seen a shooting star before," He said pulling away, "This is cause for a drink."

He left her on the porch confused.

It's not like he was avoiding her... just intimacy. But why?

Did she hurt him that badly on the boat? She wondered.

Maybe he just realized there was nothing intimate between them... A voice told her.

She shook the thought from her head, knowing better. He was the first to admit that there was a "undeniable connection" between them when they had first met.

But now you both know where that connection comes from... God planned this, The voice continued.

Were any of these emotions even real? She asked herself.