A/N: Hello my dear readers. I know it's not my time to upload yet. In my country it's still one our to midnight, buuuuut I'm in a very good mood and wanted to share it with you. And yes, I also can't wait to know what you think of this chapter. :D

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Edit: This chapter is now beta-read thanks to Daemon. Any remaining mistakes are my own :D

Here comes the chapter.

Enjoy!

It was strange to walk back on earth.

Birds were flying, chirping around, the loud sounds of cars rushing across the streets, chattering people everywhere. The bright sun, all the different colours and scents. It was as if Chloe's senses weren't used to all this anymore. She shielded her gaze and leant further into Lucifer's embrace, letting him guide her to the entrance of the building.

It was only within the secure walls of the small elevator, when she finally looked up, testing her eyes on the marble-coloured wall that was smoothly backlit.

An almost unbearable loud clang resounded, announcing that they had reached the penthouse floor. The doors sprang open and Lucifer entered his apartment, still holding tight onto Chloe. Maze exited last.

Chloe gaped as she saw the room. "Where is all your furniture?" she asked, totally flabbergasted.

Lucifer shrugged his shoulders, bluffing it out as he stated nonchalantly, "I thought it's time for a change."

Maze went to the part of the bar counter that was still intact, grabbing the biggest bottle and pouring herself a drink. She turned around, commenting dryly, "After you died, he let his anger out on them. The couch was the only item he kept in one piece and the piano the only item he allowed me to replace."

Lucifer coughed, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable. "Don't you have a job downstairs?" he snapped at her.

Maze squinted her eyes, glaring at him as she moved her hand in a mocking salute. She gulped her drink down and exited through the elevator.

"Come on, you can't stay in your clothes," he commented to Chloe with a more gentle voice, gesturing her to follow him to the bedroom.

Chloe looked down onto herself: Her jeans were drenched in dirt, ripped open on her knees, and her t-shirt looked even worse. A light flush accentuated her cheeks as she realised, this was the way she'd just walked through L.A. with. She followed him, stopping at the entrance of the room and watching him as he opened his large wardrobe, taking out a long shirt and holding it towards her.

"Here, you can change in the bathroom," he suggested, avoiding her gaze. He felt uneasy after what Maze had revealed about him. Not having had himself under control, made him now seem vulnerable and weak in his eyes. He didn't want Chloe to think of him as that.

Chloe took the shirt without a word, turned around and headed to the bathroom. She opened the door and searched the wall for the light switch, closing the door as she pressed the button. The light was cold white and she shielded her eyes from the brightness, blinking and waiting several moments until her eyes adjusted to it.

She sighed, looking at the shirt in her hand. She was no longer human. She was a demon now. But what did this mean for her? Would she change? Lose her feelings? Maze didn't seem to have any human feelings, but Lex was very kind, and Ian, most of all, seemed so gentle, but then again, they weren't anywhere near the age Maze seemed to be. Chloe took another deep breath, realising that she had been standing there for several moments, staring at the shirt, deep in her own thoughts. She went to the little bench, laying it down on it, and stripped down to her underwear. Looking down on her, she recognised the dirt on her hands, arms and legs, and decided to quickly wash it off. She turned around to the basin.

Lucifer went to the counter, pouring himself a drink, before he took place in front of his piano. He sipped on his glass and then put it down. Carefully, his fingers touched the white keys, bringing life into the big object as soft tones resounded through the air. The corners of his lips unconsciously curled up into a smile as he thought about the day Chloe had visited him and they had played a duet. Maybe they could do that again one time, he thought. He grabbed his glass, about to take a second sip as a piercing scream came out of the bathroom, shocking him marrow deep.

He leapt from his seat and darted towards the room, ripping the door open. Chloe was cowering in a corner, curled up into a ball, crying and trembling like a leaf. In an instant he crouched down, putting his arms around her, cradling her. "Shush. It's alright now, I'm here," he whispered, trying to calm her down.

With eyes pressed shut, she moved her hands around him, tightly grasping the fabric of his shirt and holding on to him as if he was her lifeline.

Lucifer hugged her tighter, lightly rocking her back and forth. As her cries subsided and her breathing steadied, he questioned calmly. "What's wrong, Chloe?"

"My face," she answered with a shaky voice, grabbing him firmer.

"What is with your face?" Lucifer asked, not understanding the matter.

"Don't you see it?" she counter-questioned, this time looking up at him. "Half its side is covered in blood, there are cuts everywhere."

"Oh," he responded, as it dawned upon him what she was talking about. His lips stretched into a smirk, and he explained to her with a soft voice, "Detective, there is nothing wrong with your face. What you saw was how you died."

He looked down at the cold bundle in his arms and finally realised she was practically naked. He sat down, cradling her in his lap while he took the shirt from the bench and helped her get into it. Holding her tight with one arm, he used his free hand to run it up and down her back. "It will take some time until you have enough power to make your face look like it was before the accident, but till then, every time you look into the mirror you'll see how you died. Do you understand this?" he explained to her.

Chloe nodded, having finally calmed down. It scared her, everything. Especially the unfamiliar feelings that seem to come up whenever she was so close to him: this soothing, warm feeling inside of her; this longing for his arms to hold her tight. She didn't know where it came from and it scared her. She felt as if she suddenly had no control over herself anymore. She sighed deeply, moving a bit away from him to loosen the contact. Quickly buttoning up her shirt, she looked at him. "Am I the only one who sees my face like that?"

Lucifer pursed his lips, sighing. "No. When you look into a mirror, people will see the reflection just like you do. Only until you get more power and can suppress it, of course," he assured her. "But till then, I would recommend you not to look in any mirror when someone else is around." He saw her averting his gaze and took hold of her chin, lifting it up and making her look at him. "You alright?" he questioned, his voice almost a whisper.

He said 'people', as in 'humans', she thought. She counter-questioned again, sounding sorrowful, "Do you see my face as I died?"

Lucifer chuckled lowly, answering with a big smile, "I see your face as it is: The most beautiful face I've ever seen on a human."

Chloe couldn't help the smile from spreading her lips. "I thought I'm a demon now?" she teased.

"Yes, you are." His smile turned into a smug grin as he added, "A very sexy, half-naked, sitting-on-my-bathroom-floor demon." He snickered as she playfully slapped his arm. "Come on, now. Let's get you into my bed," he commented and almost laughed out loud as he saw her glare at him. "To sleep!" he explained quickly, "you need the rest."

He helped her up and guided her back to his bedroom. Removing the blankets, he patted down onto the mattress, remarking with a cheeky smile, "Chop-chop! To bed with you."

Chloe gripped around her elbow, standing in front of the bed, hesitating. Fear crept up on her as she suddenly remembered the words he told her down in hell.

Lucifer tilted his head in wonder. "What's all of a sudden?"

She sighed. The words were on the tip of her tongue, but she didn't want to let them out. Plucking up her courage, she finally answered, "You said my body would obey to your word."

"Oh," he stated as he realised what she meant. He stepped forward, taking her cheeks in his hands as he locked eyes with her, replying with the most honest and calm voice he didn't even know was in him, "Chloe, I will never, ever do anything to you that you don't want."

She nodded, sighing with relief and flashing him a light smile. She crawled into bed and patiently let him tuck the blanket around her, silently wondering about when he'd learned to take care of someone.

He sat down next to her on the edge of the bed, lightly rubbing across her back. "You've been a very obedient demon," he praised her teasing, a smirk stretching his lips again. "I hope that lasts for some time before you become as rebellious as Maze."

Chloe chuckled lowly. "I thought you like rebellion," she teased back.

"True!" he admitted, adding smugly, "When it comes from me." He smiled brightly at her before his expression became serious again. "I'm right over there." He pointed towards the couch. "If you need anything, just say so."

She nodded, assuring him she had understood, before she turned around, snuggling into the pillow.

Lucifer tucked the blanket tighter around her back, rubbed across it and bent down to kiss her head, before he got up, grabbing the glass from the piano, and sat down on the couch.

He waited several minutes before he got up again. Without making any noise he walked back towards the bedroom, checking on her. A relieved smile settled down on his face as he saw her sound asleep.

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It was way past midnight as a piercing scream woke Lucifer, sending chills down his spine. He sprang up from the couch he had slept on, darting to Chloe.

Her eyes were still closed, but she was tossing and turning, screaming over and over again for her daughter.

"Wake up, it's alright," he spoke lowly as he lightly shook her shoulders, caressing her cheeks to wake her.

"Trixie!" Chloe screamed once more before her eyes sprang open, revealing the sheer horror she felt, sweat ran down her skin as she sat up, grabbing hold onto Lucifer. She looked around, trying to recall where she was.

"It was just a bad dream, Chloe," he soothed her, taking her into a hug. Her racing heart was so loud he could almost hear it as he ran his hands across her back, calming her down. "Shh! It's alright now."

"Trixie," Chloe panted. Her whole body was trembling and the tears ran down her cheeks. She snuggled deeper into him, not caring this time about what his close presence did to her, as long as it calmed her down.

"She's alright, don't worry," Lucifer assured her, adding with a grin, "She's probably sound asleep in detective douche's home." He sat back a little, lifting her chin again to have a better look at her eyes. They were still filled with fear. "It's just the memory of hell. It will go away, eventually."

Chloe nodded her understanding and turned her head away, laying it back against his shoulder and grabbing around his body, feeling his warm skin beneath her fingers as she took several deep breaths to calm herself down some more.

"Want me to lie down next to you?" Lucifer questioned softly, offering her his company.

She shook her head, backing away from him. "No, that's not a good idea. I don't," she stopped in mid-sentence. What exactly did she not? Not knowing what she felt? Not knowing if these feelings were her own? What she would do, if she had him so close next to her? The questions ran around in her head, clouding her senses. She shook her head again, trying to get rid of them. "It's best you go back," she stated eventually.

Lucifer raised his eyebrow. What she said and how she looked when saying it didn't correspond with each other. He lowered his gaze, taking her chin back in his hand to make her look at him as he questioned, "Would it make you feel better if I sleep next to you?"

Chloe didn't say anything, but her answer was written all over her face.

He smiled softly, gesturing her to move a little back as he stated, "Then come, make some room for me." He lay down on his back next to her, grasping around her and taking her into his arms. Her initial hesitation vanished quickly and she snuggled deep into his chest, her arms lying on both his sides. He caressed across her back, listening to her even breaths, while his other hand had hers encompassed. He lightly moved his thumb in circles across her fingers, feeling the soft skin.

It didn't take long until sleep fell down onto them again.

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Maze stood in the entrance of his room, a smug smile on her lips as she watched her master sleep tightly embraced with his newest demon. He stirred, slowly opening his eyes, and she couldn't stop teasing, "Did she finally let you have a go?"

"What do you want?" Lucifer hissed angrily at her.

She huffed annoyed and turned her heels, answering before she walked back into the living room, "Brought you breakfast."

Lucifer gazed at her, puzzled.

"You're mean to her," Chloe mumbled lowly, her eyes still shut.

He turned around, a soft smile on his lips as he tapped her nose, making her look up at him. "Morning, you," he greeted her. "Slept well?"

Chloe nodded, yawned loudly and backed away a little to bring some distance between them.

He turned his body towards her, lying on the side, as he questioned, "Why do you think I'm mean to her?"

"You always snap. No matter what, you're angry at her, even when she does what you want," Chloe explained, sighing. She tucked her arms under her head, using them as a pillow, and locked eyes with him.

"Well, she's my demon. That's just the way I am," Lucifer justified his doing.

"I'm your demon now, too. You don't snap at me," she pinpointed, noticing him moving his head slightly back in a defensive manner.

"It's different with you," he explained briefly, the smile on his lips disappeared.

"Why?" Chloe asked curiously. She sensed he was uncomfortable talking about that matter, but she wanted to know.

Lucifer shrugged his shoulders. "Don't know. It just is," he answered and stood up from the bed. "Try to get some more sleep," he suggested to her, wrapping himself in his robe and leaving the room.

Maze sat at the counter, gulping her drink down, as he stepped next to her, eyeing the food she'd brought them. "Thought you were hungry. New demons need a lot of energy," she explained quickly, her anger still sounded through her voice.

"Thanks, Mazikeen, and sorry for my yelling before," Lucifer replied, sending her an acknowledging nod before he grabbed the boxes and walked back.

Maze looked after him as if he had two heads, her eyebrow raised in bewilderment. The devil had never apologised to her before.

A/N: End of the chapter. I hope you liked it :D Just a question, usually I don't give away what will happen in the next chapter, but since I got some messages asking me what will happen: Would you like a sneak-peak at the end of each chapter?

Anyway. Have a nice sunday!

:o)