Lucifer arrived almost the moment after Chloe had hung up her phone. She heard him flutter in behind her; knowing the sound instantly, and fearing for the fact that he'd used his wings again. Would he as angry as last time?

She turned round, catching his gaze immediately. His eyes were dark and impassive; she couldn't read what he was thinking.

He looked away from her, turning to Maze. "You shouldn't have come here without me," he said lowly to the demon, warning in his voice. The man Maze still held to the wall trembled.

"I didn't know what we were getting into, Lucifer," Maze insisted immediately.

But, a look of anger flashed across Lucifer's face. "Don't lie to me, Mazikeen. I could smell it halfway across town." His eyes briefly flickered to Chloe who merely stood there like a dear caught in headlamps. "How could you bring Chloe into this?" he added, his eyes flashing back to Maze and his voice sharp.

"I found the lead, Lucifer," Chloe said firmly, trying to help out Maze.

Lucifer turned to look at her slowly, "What?" his voice was low, confused…angry?

"Lucifer, we can discuss this later," Chloe insisted, her eyes flickering to Maze. "Shouldn't we be… you know, gathering some info here?"

Lucifer breathed out very slowly, before he finally turned to the tormented soul. He moved forward suddenly, grasping the man out from under Maze and throwing him back against the wall with a sickening crack, little parcels of dusting flying from the wood.

"Remember me?" his voice was sharp like a knife, and as cold as ice. "Not the face you're familiar with…" he continued, almost crooning. "But I know you know who I am."

The man whimpered, attempting to curl into a ball where he stood. It was the most pathetic thing Chloe had ever seen. She couldn't believe she'd originally been afraid of this thing.

"Please…" the man begged. "Please… I can't… please…"

Lucifer's fingers tightened. "What let you out?" he asked in a dangerously quiet tone. "Demon or angel?"

The man just shook his head, those awful whimpering sounds falling from his lips.

"Maze," Lucifer said quite politely. "Take the Detective outside."

Maze glanced at Chloe just as she glanced at the demon. "No, I'm not going anywhere," Chloe insisted immediately.

But, "Chloe," Lucifer's head snapped round to look at her, his dark eyes blazing. "You don't want to watch this," he told her and though his voice was still low and dangerous, there was sincerity in his voice that hit her.

They held each other's gaze for a long moment, until…

"Fine," Chloe huffed finally. "Fine," she repeated, holstering her gun that she still held in her hand, before striding from the room.

The moment she left, her heart jutted in her chest, her stomach flipping unpleasantly as the most tortured scream bellowed from the room behind her. Chloe swallowed, her head suddenly spinning and she moved further away, falling against a wall while she tried to block out the hideous noises that still sounded from that room.

After only five minutes, Lucifer emerged, his eyes dark and his brow furrowed. His eyes fell on Chloe and his gaze softened, though concern creased his eyes.

"Thank you for leaving," he told her quietly.

"What's Maze doing?" Chloe asked immediately.

"Sending him back to Hell," Lucifer told her simply.

Chloe froze when she heard one last gurgled scream before a dull thud sounded his body collapsing to the floor.

She felt sick.

"The soul who previously occupied that body was already gone, they died," Lucifer told her quietly. "And the soul that was in it just now, did not belong here, Detective."

Chloe nodded quickly. "Yeah, I know," she muttered, trying her best to show that she could deal with this. She was strong enough. She wanted to help. "So what did you find out?"

"He's not the only soul that's escaped Hell…" Lucifer muttered darkly, fiddling with his cufflinks. "And whatever is freeing them doesn't seem to care what gets out, its aim is… far deeper."

Chloe frowned, her eyes flickering to Maze who had now re-joined them, flicking her hell-forged knives away. "What does that mean?" she asked quickly.

"It's trying to get to the psychopaths," Maze shrugged easily.

Chloe stared, still confused.

"The ones that don't feel guilty," Maze explained casually. "So they don't create their own torment, that's where I come in," she grinned a little too evilly. "We have to make them suffer."

Chloe looked between the Devil and the demon. "What so…they want to set loose the seriously evil? Like… like, I dunno, Hitler?"

"Actually Hitler harvested some rather deep guilt as it happens," Lucifer piped in idly all of a sudden. "Though he may not have known it when he lived, he certainly knows now," he smirked rather sadistically. Then, cleared his throat, "But, yes, that seems to be its intention."

"Definitely not a Godly action," Maze squeezed in there.

Lucifer looked at her sharply. "Or perhaps it's exactly that. He's sent one of my siblings to set loose some harmless, but," he gestured to the room behind them, "clearly insane and pathetic souls from Hell to make me feel guilty and ensure my return to His Underworld," he finished lightly. "Conniving isn't it?"

Maze was shaking her head, but Chloe spoke first. "So it was an angel that is setting them loose?"

Lucifer sighed, shaking his head. "All he would say was 'power' and 'too bright'," he told her, his eyes briefly meeting hers before he looked away again.

"You're wrong, Lucifer," Maze said finally. "And you know it. You now God wouldn't do this. And that soul was certain they are digging deeper. He would never let-"

"You have no idea what he would or wouldn't do, Maze," Lucifer hissed so harshly even Chloe nearly felt his words hit her.

Maze wasn't fazed. "No you want to use your Dad as an excuse for everything, Lucifer," she hissed just as viciously. "Face it. If He wanted you back in Hell that bad, you'd be there. There is something else at play here. And that's serious."

Lucifer's eyes narrowed, but Chloe could tell he didn't disagree with Maze, though he'd not admit it. "We'll just have to find some more of these damned souls to find out, now won't we?" he crooned lowly. "But first," he turned abruptly to Maze. "You stole my Detective."

"Your Detective?" Maze spat back. "You don't own her Lucifer. And we were working on a case. Like you do all the time."

Lucifer nodded, but his mouth was twisted sourly. "Oh yes, of course you were. And you wanted to usurp my positon as her partner while doing so!"

Chloe stared between them in disbelief. "Ok, that's ridiculous," she said firmly. "No one is trying to steal me and no one is trying to usurp your position, Lucifer. I mean what the hell does that even mean?"

Lucifer turned to her this time. "Well of course you'd say that," he started on her. "Doing cases behind my back. And you're the one always crowing about not hiding things from one another. Turns out I'm the only one who does so!"

"That isn't true," Chloe said harshly, her voice sounding hurt. "And I would have told you about it except you ran off and wouldn't talk to me, so I don't know how I was supposed to involve you!"

"She's been trying to help you, Lucifer," snapped Maze. "And so have I. We've been looking into the Sinnerman nonstop. For you."

Lucifer's eyes flickered to Chloe's for a moment. Then, "Well do you at least have another lead?" he muttered finally.

"I have a bunch of case files at home," Chloe said quickly. "Plus all of the newspaper articles from the past month are still up on my laptop. We could go through them-"

"Work to be done then, Detective," Lucifer cut in swiftly, "Let's go."He strode past them, Chloe and Maze exchanging a glance before they followed suit.


"Lucifer, you can't smoke in my house!" Chloe scolded, looking up over her laptop to see the Devil lighting up in her living room.

"I thought the child wasn't here?" Lucifer frowned.

"That still doesn't mean you can smoke inside!" Chloe rolled her eyes.

Maze chuckled, "There's a child here…" she crooned lowly.

Lucifer threw her a look. "Hilarious. Has anyone found anything yet?" he sighed, pouring himself more of Maze's vodka.

"We might find something faster if you were helping, Lucifer," Chloe told him, her eyes rather piercing.

Lucifer scoffed. "Well I wasn't expecting it to be so intensely boring," he sighed. "I'm now glad you and Maze were doing this without me. I mean I thought something would just jump out right away…"

Chloe rolled her eyes. "I thought you'd know by now that police work isn't that easy…" she muttered.

Lucifer sighed woefully, standing up and pulling his lighter back out, cigarette still perched between his fingers. "Well this is hardly police work, is it? It's demon's work really…" he muttered. "Oh and don't mind me, just going out into the cold and dark for one little cigarette."

He looked at Chloe pointedly as if waiting for her to tell him he could have it inside. She just held his gaze steadily.

He sighed again. "Fine, if I'm not back in ten minutes you'll know I've frozen to death," he walked toward the door. "Which is also only possible because of you, Detective!" he added before embracing the cool night air.

Chloe shook her head, her eyes flickering over to Maze who'd been watching her through the whole conversation. The image of Maze's demon face flickered through her mind and she looked down at the laptop quickly.

"You ok, Decker?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah I'm fine," Chloe told her, nodding quickly.

Maze hesitated, running a finger round the rim of her vodka glass slowly. "Pretty intense day, huh? Hunting tortured souls with a demon…"

Chloe glanced at her again, feeling unsure. "Just a different kind of detective work really…"

Maze put down her glass suddenly. "My face, Decker," she said abruptly. "Are you not even going to say anything?"

Chloe's fingers paused over her keys. "Maze…" she said quietly. "I won't pretend I wasn't… um, a little shocked. But, I already know what you are." She caught Maze's eye. "And you're my friend. That's all that matters."

Maze held her gaze for a long moment, her face impassive. Then, "You're such a freak, Decker," she said finally, but Chloe could see the smile on the corner of her lips.

She smiled too, but she glanced at the window, seeing the dull burning light of Lucifer's cigarette outside. She put her lap top on the coffee table slowly, standing up. "I'll be back in sec…" she muttered.

Lucifer wasn't wrong, it was freezing outside at this time of night. She hugged her arms to her chest, shivering slightly as she came over to him.

"Did you find something?" he looked at her curiously, his eyes reflecting the stars above them.

Chloe shook her head, "No… I just…" she paused, Maze's bombshell still on her mind of Lucifer's little joint down in Hell for her. "Sorry for working a case without you, Lucifer."

Lucifer tilted his head to the side curiously, exhaling a small puff of smoke. "Well…" he said lightly, but he looked away from her for a moment. "I'm… sorry for uh, disappearing on you. Could hardly blame you for finding a new partner," he joked.

Chloe shook her head slightly, a small smile ghosting her lips. "Lucifer, I umm, I want you to know something," she said quietly after a brief moment of silence. "Because… I know you've got a lot to deal with at the moment," she continued, Lucifer eyeing her curiously. "And I… I'm sorry for trying to push you the other day. And um…" she really wasn't good at this. "I-I'm not going anywhere, ok?" She paused, looking down to the dew covered grass that she could only just see under the warm glow of light streaming from the window behind them. "So…when you're ready to talk… I'm here…"

Lucifer stared at her for a long moment, his eyes gazing over her face, from her downcast eyes, to her slightly ruffled blonde hair and he felt longing in his heart. An ache that begged for him to reach out and touch her. To pull her in, to let her in…

He breathed out a little raggedly, his eyes dropping to the ground this time. "That's…" he muttered finally, his voice very soft. "Thank you, Detective," he continued quietly. "That means quite a lot to me."

Chloe looked back up at him, a small smile on her lips.

Then,

"Guys get your asses back in here!" Maze's voice sounded through the window. "I think I got something."

The two exchanged one last brief glance before hurrying inside.

"Look," the demon spun Chloe's laptop around to show them a news article on her screen. "Some schmuck goes from homeless to riches in a week."

Chloe frowned. "How?"

"It's pretty vague, investments and such," Maze grinned. "Some conniving soul could be back at their extortion games."

Chloe looked sceptical. "Seems like a bit of a stretch."

"Seriously?" Maze looked at her in disbelief. "One week? Plus, another bum's reported saying they thought he was dead two weeks ago."

Lucifer nodded thoughtfully. "Well it's worth looking into. Where can we get to them?"

Maze grinned triumphantly. "They have some kind of mega exclusive Gala on tomorrow night right here in LA," she told them smugly. "We could lure our way in."

Lucifer laughed at that. "The Detective and I perhaps, we're not all going to this one, Maze."

Maze looked affronted. "I'm the one who found the lead!"

"Twos a couple, three's a crowd, Maze," Lucifer waved dismissively. "The Detective and I are an effective team. And I'd rather have you on the outside in case we need backup," he added when Maze began to look particularly sour.

"Fine," snapped the demon bitterly. "But, I'm picking your dress, Decker. This things fancy, you don't own fancy."

Chloe looked offended. "I'm sure I can find something-"

"Nope. That's my terms."

Chloe stared at her, then looked at Lucifer; he seemed to think it was fair. She frowned. "Nothing inappropriate," she said seriously. "I mean it."

Lucifer smirked, "Soul searching, alcohol, music…" he crooned. "Sounds like a date."

Chloe's stomach did an odd little flip and she looked at him with a frown.

Lucifer swallowed; he forgot those sorts of jokes did not go down quite like they used to… "A joke, of course, Detective," he recovered quickly. "Just the Devil, Detective Duo in fancy dress," he smiled smoothly. "For you, I mean. I am always astonishingly well-dressed."

Chloe rolled her eyes, standing up. "Uhuh," she sighed. "Right, go home. I'm going to bed. See you tomorrow, Lucifer. Night, Maze."

Lucifer watched her walk away, that feeling in his heart again. He glanced at Maze, feeling her stare.

"What are you doing?" the demon demanded of him, keeping her voce down so Chloe couldn't hear.

"What do you mean?" sighed Lucifer, rolling his eyes to the ceiling.

"I thought you wanted her."

Lucifer frowned immediately. "Maze…" his said quietly, his voice full of warning this time. "You know why-"

Maze huffed in indignation. "Yeah that was before she knew everything," she hissed at him quietly. "Whatever you guys do from now on are your own choices," she shook her head like he was an idiot. "She knows the deal, you know the deal. Get over your Daddy issues."

Lucifer stood up suddenly. "Careful, Mazikeen," he warned lowly.

Maze just rolled her eyes. "Oh yeah, big scary Devil. Too scared of 'feelings' so he uses his Dad as an excuse for everything."

For the briefest moment Maze thought she saw her old master's eyes flash red.

But, it was gone before she could be sure of what she saw.

Lucifer just stared at her for a long moment, not moving, but his fists were clenched, a nerve in his jaw twitching. Then, once again in a rustle of wings he was gone.


"I don't know, Maze…" muttered Chloe, looking down her body at the far too elegant dress that hugged her frame. The silky sapphire fabric flowed down her body and a long slit in the material went up her leg ending midway up her thigh so that it was classy, yet alluring. The fabric smoothly travelled up her chest to a high neck and a backless back, revealing so much soft skin. "Isn't this a bit too much?"

But Maze was eyeing her up and down with a very approving look on her face, her mouth curved up into an almost hungry smirk while desire definitely twinkled in her eyes. "No, this is perfect," she crooned. "Just wait till Lucifer sees you."

Chloe's cheeks flushed and she felt incredibly uncomfortable, but at that moment there was a sharp knock at the door. Chloe went to move, but Maze rushed past her, nearly toppling her over on her high, silver heels.

"Oh the demon knows how to answer the door? Well this is rare…" Chloe could hear Lucifer's voice at the door and her stomach flipped. She suddenly felt quite nervous for him to see her like this.

"Feeling better today Lucifer?" Mazed hissed at him quietly.

Lucifer glared at her. "Just peachy, thank you Mazikeen," he snarled.

Maze grinned evilly. "Oh good," she crooned. Then, "Oooh Chlo-ooo-eee," Maze sung her name. "Your date is here!"

Chloe rolled her eyes, finally moving toward the living room. "Yeah investigating tormented souls that escaped Hell while being surrounded by rich snobs… sounds like a great date," she scoffed as she entered the room.

Her eyes fell on Lucifer the moment she walked in; no one could fit the term 'tall, dark and handsome' like he could. His fitted tuxedo, wavy black hair, cool demeanour… She swallowed quickly, only now noticing his jaw had dropped the moment he saw her. Her cheeks flushed a rosy pink as he could not seem to tear his eyes away and yet words were apparently impossible for him.

Maze was nodding in satisfied enjoyment. "Hey, Decker, can I see your shoe?"

Chloe frowned, glancing down before she stepped one foot forward slightly, the fabric flowing away to reveal her long, slender leg as she inspected her shoe, wondering what Maze was talking about.

Then, there was a huge rustling sound, then a whoosh before several things clattered and something smashed to the ground filling the apartment with noise.

Maze burst out laughing, while Chloe's head shot up just in time to see a red faced Lucifer hiding his wings back away while four feet away a lamp and a smashed pot plant lay incriminatingly on the floor.

"Bloody nuisances…" she heard Lucifer mutter. "Apologies, Detective… I'll buy you a new, uh, pot."

"Ooh that was priceless," Maze was still laughing. "How often does that happen, Lucifer?" she continued chortling. "Premature wing ejecul-"

"Alright," Lucifer cut in sharply, the back of his neck far too hot. "Yes it's incredibly funny, my wings popped out, hilarious," he'd gone from not being able to take his eyes off Chloe, to not being able to look at her at all. "Could we grow up now, Mazikeen?"

But, Maze was still chuckling, while Chloe had a small smile tickling her lips. She walked over to Lucifer, watching his eyes flicker to her shoes, up her legs, then to her face before his neck reddened again and he looked away. "Should we get going?" she asked lightly when she reached him, trying not to let her nerves show in her voice. "I'm not sure how long I can actually stand in these shoes."

Lucifer finally met her gaze. "Definitely," he said, throwing Maze an annoyed glance. He cleared his throat, then offered Chloe his arm. "Shall we?" he smiled finally.

Another smile twisted around Chloe's lips and she accepted his extended arm.

"Do have fun," crooned Maze mischievously. "Don't forget the mission!"

Lucifer shook his head in irritation after the front door closed. He chanced a glance at Chloe, noticing she still had that little smile on her face.

He cleared his throat slightly, cursing these ridiculous nerves that never plagued him around anyone else but her. "Detective, you look…" he began, his eyes travelling her face, from the enticing curve of her full, red lips, across her incredibly smooth, milky skin to the stunning glimmer in her enchanting teal eyes. No word could describe how wonderful she looked. "You would rival the beauty of Aphrodite herself," he managed finally.

Chloe looked at him, her stomach a flutter. She parted her lips to say something… she wasn't even sure what, she had no idea how to respond to such a compliment.

But, Lucifer didn't give her the chance anyway. Suddenly he dropped her arm, clearing his throat to hurriedly pull his car door open for her.

"So once we lure our way in," Lucifer began the moment they were in the car, getting down to business. "We will need blend in until we can mingle our way to the host without them realising who I am."

Chloe laughed slightly, "Right, you blending in, ok…"

Lucifer raised his eyebrows at her, a smile tweaking the corner of his lips. "I appreciate the fact that you realise the difficulty I have in blending in with the average folk, Detective."

Chloe rolled her eyes. "I meant more your blatant disregard for rules, your apparent need to be inappropriate at all times, your-"

"Still waiting to hear a bad point there, Detective," Lucifer cut in idly.

Chloe laughed. "Yes, well at least now I completely understand why you are… as you are."

"Oh?" Lucifer engaged in amusement.

"To be honest you're quite restrained considering the fact that you could really do whatever you wanted," Chloe admitted casually. "I couldn't have imagined a universe where the Devil would want to help out the LAPD."

Lucifer chuckled. "I'm a responsible Devil, Detective," he told her. "And just because I left Hell doesn't mean I can't punish evil."

Chloe pondered that for a moment, glancing at Lucifer from the corner of her eye. "What made you leave?"

Lucifer looked at her briefly, before turning his eyes back to the road. "You're asking me why I traded fire and brimstone for sex, drugs and alcohol?"

Chloe gave him a look. "Well why that moment? You'd… I suppose, well, how long had you been in Hell?"

Lucifer's eyes darkened slightly. "Eons, Detective," he still managed to say casually. "And I suppose I… only just realised that I could…" he finished in a quieter tone. He cleared his throat slightly, "Why the questions now, Detective? I don't think you really want to hear the nitty gritty details of my… past."

Chloe looked at him closely, noticing the hardened edges to his eyes. "Sorry…" she muttered finally. "I didn't mean to pry, Lucifer. But, I hope you know… it wouldn't scare me away."

Lucifer breathed out a short laugh, "Yes well," he muttered. "That's what you think now. Anyway, regardless I have a new life now. Here in wonderful LA. The place to reinvent yourself. Or try to until you discover you're still just as much under Dad's shoe as ever…" he added ruefully.

Chloe remained quiet, not wanting to touch the 'Dad' subject this evening. Her nerves built in her stomach as they drew closer and closer to the event. They reached a peak when they arrived pulling up to the grand mansion in Hollywood Hills where the lights of a party twinkled at the top of the drive.

"Lucifer, I don't think I can blend in with these people," Chloe gushed suddenly.

Lucifer gave her a look. "Darling," he said simply, "If anything you will draw too much attention to us because everyone will be wondering why they don't already know the most beautiful woman at this party."

Chloe stared at him.

Lucifer shrugged. "Just the truth, my dear," he quipped lightly, then he slowed as they'd reached the gate, turning his smile on the security guard that they needed to bamboozle to let them in.

Chloe just watched the back of his dark, curly head while asked the man what he truly desired, because he knew it wasn't not to let them in.

"Go on…" Lucifer was crooning. "You don't really care about this big party…standing out here in the cold to guard the gate?" Lucifer's smirk grew as he waved a wad of cash at the man. "What is it you really desire?"

The man stared, his mouth bobbing open and closed like a fish. "I… I just… I need the money for my girlfriend's bail. All I want is her back."

"Right…" hummed Lucifer, leaning closer. "Well go on, take it, there's much more here then you'll earn in a week for these stiffs… just open the gate like a good man, ey? No one will ever know…"

Like he was hypnotised the man took the money from Lucifers hands before fumbling with a remote on his belt before the gate shuddered as it began to open.

"There's a good fellow," smirked Lucifer, before turning back to Chloe to throw her wink, driving on through.

"I am so glad that doesn't work on me…" Chloe muttered with a shake of her head.

Lucifer smirked, but he glanced at her, a curious look in his eye. "I'm glad too," he quipped so quietly Chloe nearly missed it. But then, they'd arrived at the valet and Lucifer was already getting out and around by her door in moments.

"Tonight I will be the most gentlemanly Devil you could dream of, Detective," he crooned lowly, offering her his hand for the second time that week.

Chloe shook her head, rolling her eyes. "Yes, because that's what all girls dream of."

Lucifer smirked, helping her out when she accepted his hand. She actually really needed it this time in those shoes. "Are you trying to tell me you've never dreamt of me, Detective?"

Chloe shot him a look, her stomach flipping. Surely he didn't know about…that? "Would you try to be… less you for once, Lucifer?" she snapped quietly, fiddling nervously with the clasp on her bag. "I'm freaking out enough as it is."

"Terribly sorry, Detective," smirked Lucifer. "I didn't realise such an innocent question could make you so flustered. Why ever could that be, I wonder?"

Chloe gave him a warning glance. "You're unbelievable, you know that?" she hissed at him as he took her arm, leading them into the intimidatingly huge house, classical music flowing from the open entrance. "I don't know how you can swap moods like you do. Is there just a switch or something? If so you could at least tell me where, I'd love to know."

"Goodness, you are nervous, aren't you?" Lucifer seemed quite amused. "Are you sure it's this ostentatious house? Or is it merely me that's affecting you so?"

"Lucifer," Chloe hissed, her eyes darting around the entrance hall, several incredibly wealthy looking people starting at them. "People. Are .Staring."

"Of course they are, darling," Lucifer dismissed casually. "The two of us together? I mean… I feel sorry for them. How diminished they must feel."

"Champagne sir? Madam?" a butler approached them, richly dressed and holding a tray of flutes with golden, sparkling liquid.

"Oh, why thank you," Lucifer smiled devilishly, taking a glass.

Chloe shook her head. "No thank you-" she began.

But, "Don't be ridiculous," Lucifer cut in, taking another glass. The butler walked off and he forced it into her hand. "Live a little, Detective. We're at a party."

Chloe glared at him. "We're working."

Lucifer laughed. "Not for your usual payroll, Detective. And considering I'm the authority on all things 'Hell' related, I'd say that would make me your boss. And therefore I insist you have a drink."

"You are in no way my boss, Lucifer," Chloe snarled.

Lucifer chuckled. "Whatever you say, Detective. Just go on… have a little fun for once, take a drink with me…"

Chloe exhaled in irritation, but her eyes travelled around the enormous room behind them filled with the rich and full-of-themselves. "I will have one drink," she snapped at him. "One. Because I want to. Not because of anything you said."

Lucifer smirked triumphantly, watching Chloe lift the glass to her lips. She took a long sip, threw him one last dirty glare, before strolling ahead of him into the lion's den.

Lucifer took a moment to follow. His eyes had been glued to the glimmer of liquid that touched her lips, the way her tongue had lightly swept it away, sliding so smoothly along her flesh. That look of fiery defiance in her startling eyes drove heat right through to his core. And the moment she'd stepped away, one long, slender leg slipping through the fabric of her dress to reveal so much more milky, smooth skin for his eyes to ravish he'd nearly lost control.

The urge to run his hand further up her leg burned within him. He longed to discover the hidden skin that enticed him below that silky dress, while his other hand would delve deeply into her hair behind her neck, pulling her toward him… he'd curve her leg at the knee, wrapping it around him, while bending her back ever so slightly, his hand gently, but firmly, holding her head as he'd swoop in to get a taste of her lips himself. He could just imagine the sweet mix of champagne with the pure taste of Chloe on his tongue… his lips…

Lucifer breathed out raggedly, straightening his bowtie as his neck burned beneath his collar while his eyes followed Chloe's retreating back… and legs… and... He swallowed with difficulty as his could not stop staring at the mesmerising sway of her hips, the fabric of her dress seeming to shimmer with each step.

He suddenly realised this night might be harder than he expected… and it that had nothing to do with the potential Hell forged soul that lay within.

This was all Maze's fault he decided. Only that demon could get into his head nearly as much as his Father.


A/N Thanks again so much for all the feedback guys, you're amazing and I'm so glad you're still enjoying. It keeps me writing :) :) :)