"Ow!" Lucifer whinged. "Did they not teach you how to be gentle in medical school, Doctor?" he gritted out through his teeth as another wave of pain shot through him as Linda braced his wing to help the bone heal properly.

Linda sighed roughly. "Well, I'm sorry Lucifer that I was never taught how to strap broken wing bones," she snipped back, feeling incredibly anxious about what she was doing. Lucifer grimaced again and she sighed again, "So you're sister's here…" she muttered mildly, continuing her work on his wing.

"Yes," Lucifer said, his voice strained. "Clearly quite a piece of work."

Linda nodded slightly, but her eyes were panicked. "Lucifer I… I'm worried about all that's been going on."

Lucifer glanced at her frowning. "Why?" he didn't understand. "It doesn't involve you."

Linda gave him a very piercing glare. "You thought the same when your Mother was here."

Lucifer felt a wave of guilt was over him. "Right…" he muttered bashfully, wincing slightly again as Linda finally managed to finish the brace on his wing. "Well I… I assure you, Doctor I won't allow any harm to come to you again."

But, Linda shook her head. "It's not just me I'm worried about Lucifer," she sighed. "It's becoming a city of angels down here and… and well, sometimes I don't think you all realise the gravity of your actions. Any of you."

Lucifer stared at her.

She looked at him with disbelief. "There are souls escaping Hell, the Angel of Death is… is very upset," she explained with some vigour. "I mean when's it going to stop? And what happens to humanity while you all have your little… family drama?"

A twinge of annoyance trickled through Lucifer because he couldn't stop that frustrating feeling of guilt washing through him again. "I didn't ask for any of this to happen," he muttered. "All I wanted was my own life and they wouldn't let me have it. You want someone to blame? Blame dear old Dad."

Linda came round in front of Lucifer to look at him seriously. "That's not what I'm saying, Lucifer," she told him carefully. "I'm not saying this is your fault. Of course it isn't your fault," she paused, eyeing his expression. "I just hope you'll remember how easily those human friends around you can get caught up in this," she hesitated again, then, "Like, Chloe for instance. And her daughter."

Lucifer's expression hardened. "Yes, the Detective who was created for me by my Father," he said lowly. "She's been caught up in this since the beginning without a choice, Doctor. It's my responsibility to protect her now."

Linda raised her eyebrows in surprise. "Your… responsibility?" she queried back. "I've never heard you say it like that before."

Lucifer broke her gaze, huffing slightly in irritation. "What are you trying to achieve here Doctor?" he said snappily. "This isn't a therapy session it's a medical session."

Linda wasn't perturbed, she just nodded slowly. "You're right, Lucifer," she said evenly. "I'm just being concerned for my friend. Both my friends."

Lucifer narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean?" he huffed.

"You said she stood between you and your sister," Linda said steadily, knowing she was broaching a very delicate topic. "She'd do anything to protect you, as you would her."

Lucifer clenched his jaw, "I know that," he said lowly.

"And why would you do anything to protect her, Lucifer?" Linda continued carefully.

"She's my friend, Doctor," Lucifer growled, not understanding the point of these questions. "I wouldn't be a very good partner if I didn't protect her."

"You know it's much more than that, Lucifer," Linda said firmly. "You care for her. Deeply."

Lucifer's teeth nearly cracked under the pressure he was putting on them. "Your point?" he grit out finally, surprising the Doctor when he did not deny it.

Linda eyed him gently. "Can you not see that what she does for you is because she returns that care?"

"We're not talking about this again," snapped Lucifer, looking away from Linda.

But, Linda shook her head at him, her gaze determined. "Then if you still truly believe that her feelings for you aren't real," she said firmly. "How is it ok to let her risk her life for you because of those 'fake' feelings?"

Lucifer stood up suddenly, his eyes flashing with anger while his wings bristled dangerously, causing pain to shoot through his broken one.

Linda remained unperturbed, though inside her heart had skipped several beats in alarm. "You know," she continued quietly, bravely. "Deep down you know what she feels is real. And I think that terrifies you."

Lucifer finally spoke, moving away from the Doctor and not looking at her. "Thank you for your help with my wing, Doctor," his voice was hard and only just constraining his anger. "But, next time I want your wisdom," he continued with a slight growl. "I'll schedule an appointment."

Linda sighed slightly, letting him lead her to the lift. "I hope you will," she told him seriously. "And… please, Lucifer, be careful."

Lucifer's brow furrowed deeply, his eyes tight as he watched the elevator doors begin to close.

"You need to come to terms with this, Lucifer," Linda continue quietly. "It's more than just her heart you're playing with. It's her life," she finished just as the doors shut before her, shielding her from Lucifer's view.

Chloe could not stop thinking about what had happened between Lucifer and his sister. The sound of his wing snapping under her force rang sickeningly in her ears. And she could not stop thinking that it was her fault.

She'd just gotten home to hear voices in the house. Maze and Amenadiel were there, talking in the kitchen.

She went inside, trying to hear what they were saying. Maze's expression was deadly, and she was swinging her curved, leaf blades in her hands aggressively, Chloe caught a few words, Angel Bitch of death being the loudest.

"Chloe," the demon looked at her the moment she walked in. "Where's Lucifer?"

Chloe looked between the angel and the demon. "He's at Lux," she told them, wishing her voice didn't have that shake to it. "We… had a run in with Azrael."

Maze's expression darkened immediately, while Amenadiel remained impassive. "What happened?" Maze hissed.

"Well, she broke Lucifer's wing…" Chloe muttered, that awful sound echoing in her ears again and a sick wave of guilt washed through her. Maze stared in shock while Amenadiel physically winced.

"What?!" Maze's voice was deadly.

"It's my fault," Chloe shook her head, falling into a seat at the bar. "If I hadn't of been there…"

"It is not your fault, Chloe," Amenadiel spoke this time. "My sister is the only one to blame here. Why did she do it?"

Chloe ran a hand through her hair, feeling incredibly drained. "She thinks he lied about her blade. She thinks it's here somewhere."

"Impossible," Amenadiel dismissed immediately.

"I am going to kill that crazy bitch!" Maze blurted out, clearly unable to hold her anger back any longer.

"Maze," Amenadiel looked at her quickly. "Let's not blow things even more out of control."

"I should stay away from Lucifer," Chloe said suddenly and quietly.

They both looked at her.

"Azrael knew he was weak," she said quietly. "But she doesn't know why. If she works out that it's me… she'd be able to use me to hurt him," Chloe swallowed, staring blankly at the kitchen bench. "Even kill him."

Amenadiel exchanged a glance with Maze. "Our sister wouldn't kill Lucifer," he began.

But Chloe looked up at him sharply. "She threatened him with the blade."

Maze's eyes darkened further. But, Amenadiel shook his head. "An empty threat," he said seriously.

Chloe sighed roughly. "That's what Lucifer said."

"Well he's right. She wouldn't do that. I know my sister," Amenadiel nodded as though that confirmed it.

Chloe just shook her head at the bench again. "I'm starting to think… what if the reason I…" she hesitated, feeling incredibly vulnerable, but she needed to voice this. "What if the reason I was… made was to be a, I dunno, a weapon? I mean… why else, what is the point in Lucifer being mortal around me? All I do… is weaken him."

Maze remained silent, but Amenadiel sighed lowly. "I can't explain why my Father wanted you in Lucifer's path…" he began quietly. "But, I do know that you do not weaken my brother."

Chloe stared at him like he was an idiot.

"Physically he may be vulnerable around you," Amenadiel agreed. "But, the changes I have seen in him because of you…" Amenadiel looked incredibly serious. "Nothing has been better for Lucifer. You've helped him grow in so many ways, Chloe."

Chloe couldn't hold Amenadiel's intense gaze and she looked at Maze instead, knowing from her at least she'd get the truth. She wasn't certain she could trust what Amenadiel said. He'd lied to her before when he'd thought it best. He could do that again.

"Look Decker," Maze glanced at her blade then back at the Detective. "I wanted to kill you when I first realised how you…influenced him."

Chloe stared at her.

Maze smirked slightly. "It took me a while, but I figured it out eventually. You're good for Lucifer. Kay? Don't make me say it again."

Chloe sighed, grasping her hands together under the bar. "You don't think I'm a weapon?"

Maze snorted. "Oh come on, Decker," she dismissed. "I don't know and I don't care. I mean, who cares what freaking God wanted?"

Amenadiel stiffened. But, Maze ignored him.

"You're one of us. One of the ones who know we can do whatever the hell we want. Screw whatever plans he has."

"That's easy for you to say, Maze," Amenadiel sounded angry. "You're a demon. He never had a plan for you."

Even Chloe thought that sounded harsh.

But, Maze seemed unaffected. "Guess I'm lucky," she smirked, but her voice sounded dark.

Amenadiel shook his head, moving away from the bench and towards their front door. "I'm going to check on Lucifer," he glanced back at Chloe. "Perhaps… you should stay here for now, Chloe. Just until my sister has… calmed down."

With that he turned away and was gone into the night.

"Fucking angels…" Maze scoffed the moment he left. Chloe looked at her and Maze smirked. "You need a drink," she said, moving round the bench to grab her vodka.

Chloe didn't deny it. For once the harsh liquid burning her throat felt somehow comforting.

"So," Maze said suddenly, watching Chloe drink the vodka from a glass while grabbing the bottle and downing a gulp herself. "Death Bitch aside, you and Lucifer done the deed yet?" she smirked running her tongue over her teeth. "Shit's getting tense between you two."

Chloe choked, but it was not because of the vodka. "What the hell, Maze?!"

"Oh come on," Maze rolled her eyes. "Why's it such a big deal?"

Chloe shook her head, downing another shot of vodka; she was getting much better at it. "I think you know exactly why, Maze," she said stiffly.

Maze sighed roughly. "Why can't it just be about sex?"

Chloe frowned, her cheeks reddening deeply. "Because you and me aren't the same, Maze," she hissed, her eyes flickering away from the demon. "I…sex for me is… about more than just the sex. Okay? You don't need to understand, you just need to accept that."

"Ok, yeah I get it," Maze insisted. "Well, I don't get it. But, I know that. But… you and Lucifer… well you have that weird…thing."

Chloe raised her eyebrows at the demon.

"You've got the… 'more than just sex' thing, so what's the hold up?" Maze smirked suddenly. "You should make the move. There is no way he could stop himself if you came onto him. Trust me."

But, Chloe blushed furiously, remembering back to when she'd done exactly that blind drunk. "I think he has more self-control than you think…"

Maze groaned in irritation. "Decker, look… he's being a stubborn ass at the moment. But you're smarter than that. If you-"

"Why are you pushing this so hard?" Chloe cut in frowning.

Maze bit her tongue and for the first time Chloe saw the slightest crimson colour tint the demons cheeks.

"Come on, Maze…" Chloe pushed, smiling a little herself. "You want me to open up then you have to too. Tribe…remember?"

Maze glared at her. "You know, you humans and your feelings are seriously nauseating."

Chloe gaze her a look and Maze sighed roughly.

"Fine," spat the demon. "I just… I want to see him happy again."

Chloe stared in surprise, not expecting that at all.

"And you…" Maze couldn't look at her. "Well you did that. At least… before he found out it was all planned. Now he won't trust anything." Maze's eyes snapped back to look at Chloe suddenly. "It was a big blow for him," she continued quietly in a voice very unlike her own. "And…" she narrowed her eyes suddenly. "I swear if you repeat this I will make your life a living hell. And I think you know, I know how."

Chloe rolled her eyes, gesturing for her to continue.

Maze huffed uncomfortably. "I think you're the only one who can get him to trust again."

Chloe felt her heart ache in her chest and she stared at the vodka bottle. "I don't know if that's true…" she said quietly. "I think he… he doesn't even trust his own feelings right now. They make him angry, Maze. Not happy."

Maze sighed roughly. "Well…fucking just… prove it somehow, you're human. You know way more about this shit than I do!"

Chloe just looked at Maze, her eyes betraying what she felt inside. "I can't. All I can do is be there for him…" she looked down. "And even that makes things worse." Chloe swallowed thickly, not sure if it was the alcohol or just the stress of her current situation that was making her words so unguardedly slip off her tongue. "How could he ever love what makes him weaker?"

Maze took a long gulp of vodka, putting the bottle back down a little too hard. "Yeah…ok that's… I think we've reached my capacity for 'feelings' talk…" she muttered uncomfortably. The 'L' word was definitely too much for her to handle right now. She hesitated, then, "Just… don't let this vulnerable shit get you down," she added, throwing Chloe one last glance before she poured the Detective one last glass, then took the bottle with her to her room.

"Amenadiel."

Amenadiel froze, the low, calculated voice of his sister rooting him to the spot in the carpark behind Lux. "I see you've remembered I exist, Azrael?" he muttered, turning his head to the side to look at the Angel of Death.

"I've been busy," Azrael said simply. "And you've sided yourself with Satan. It's no wonder you've lost your grace."

Anger and shame rippled through Amenadiel and he turned round to face his sister. "You don't know what you're talking about Little Sister," he hissed lowly. "And Lucifer is our brother. And you broke his wing," Amendadiel's disgust at that was very evident; like what she'd done was too far below the belt.

"Earth has changed you both," spat Azrael defensively. "He is weak. And he has a little human pet that he seems far too attached to. I don't know who he is anymore."

"The last time you saw him was before his fall, Azrael," Amenadiel defended. "How could you possibly assume to know who he is after eternities spent running Hell?!"

"Wow, Brother," sneered Azrael. "You've really changed your allegiances, haven't you?"

Amenadiel bit back a harsh reply, gazing at his sister steadily. "Is this why you've come to see me? To insult me and Lucifer?"

Azrael gazed back, her glare hard and dark. But then, she wavered, her icy eyes dropping to the ground.

"I have… failed in my duties, Brother…" she said very quietly, taking Amenadiel very much by surprise.

He frowned seriously, eyeing her carefully. "You've always been the one sibling who was so sure of her purpose," he said in confusion, his voice just as quiet. "What do you mean you've failed?"

"Heaven is in chaos, Brother," Azrael hissed, her eyes darting back up. "Things began to slip when you left… then Uriel… and it is… it is my fault that he is dead!"

Amenadiel heard the grief this time in the voice of his sister that rarely showed the touch of emotion.

"It is not your fault, Sister," he told her seriously. "At first I blamed myself too. But, it was Uriel's own actions that lead to his death."

Azrael shook her head. "You've no idea the aftermath of both your absences. Heaven is falling apart without you. Gabriel and Michael fight over every decision… there is no harmony, no-"

Amenadiel clenched his fists, guilt and shame eating away at him like rot from the inside. "Then why have you left Azrael?" he cut in, his voice barely masking what he was feeling within. "Your blade may be gone but you are not. You should still be there. If I… I want nothing more than to come back, Azrael… but I can't."

Azrael clenched her jaw. "Something is wrong, Amenadiel. I need my blade," she hissed. "I don't know what's happening, and I don't know if Father even cares. And I… I have never thought such a thing before."

Amenadiel stared at his sister in shock. "You're afraid," he realised finally. Azrael remained silent, but Amenadiel knew he was right. "I will help you," he said quietly. "In any way that I can. But, Azrael, Lucifer did not lie, your blade is not here."

Azrael's eyes flashed with anger. "No, but it is," she snarled lowly. "I've known since the moment that… that thing tried to break through the Silver Gates. I could sense it. And I could see it, the markings…"

Amenadiel stared, a deep fear settling within him. "Nothing can break through the gates…" he whispered. "Only the flaming sword… and only Lucifer can wield it."

Azrael nodded slowly. "I think the chaos in Hell is connected, Brother."

Amenadiel's brow furrowed even further. "Why? What is this… being whatever it is trying to achieve?"

"I don't know," Azrael muttered roughly. "But it all seems to come back down to Lucifer."

"And what's all this?" Lucifer's dark and angry voice interrupted the sibling's tense conversation. "You seem a little cosy, Amenadiel," his eyes snapped to his brother who turned around to see him, wing fully healed and opened menacingly.

Amenadiel's eyes flickered away from the sight of his youngest brother in all his glory as he felt a nasty stab of jealousy prickle at him from inside.

"Speak of the Devil," muttered Azrael lowly.

Lucifer smiled darkly. "Yes, speak of the me," he crooned. "Amenadiel, care to explain what's going on here?"

"We were just talking, Luci," Amenadiel said carefully. "I think the three of us should all sit down and talk."

But, Lucifer walked toward Azrael menacingly. "Is that so, Sis?" he quirked his head to the side, that same dark smile playing around his lips.

"Oh, Little Brother," Azrael sighed. "Do you really want to do this again?"

"Oh you've no idea…" Lucifer muttered lowly, his smile turning to a snarl and before either angel could spout another word, Lucifer had launched toward his sister.

She cried out in shock as she went flying through the air, her wings unfurling as she crashed into the concrete of the carpark. But, in moments Lucifer was there again, ripping her back off the ground and thrusting her up against a cracked, brick wall.

Azrael clawed at his hands, but he was far stronger than her. "How?!" she hissed at him, her icy glare panicked and confused.

"Like I said, Sis," Lucifer growled lowly. "You're very behind the times…" And quite suddenly, he dropped her back to the ground, backing off and dusting off his hands. "But, thankfully dear sister, I am not a vindictive brother who likes to beat up his siblings for no reason," he threw her a dark look, then rolled his shoulders, hiding his wings back away. "Healed quite nicely, hasn't it?"

Amenadiel shook his head at his younger brother; though he was both surprised and confused to see him talk of his wings in such away considering a few weeks ago he couldn't stop cutting them off.

"I don't understand," Azrael got to her feet. "You're… different."

"Yes," Lucifer looked at her, his eyes a little maddened. "I am aren't I?"

Azrael huffed angrily, thrusting her own wings away. "I did what I had to, Brother," she insisted. "I thought you were hiding the blade."

Lucifer held her icy glare, his own eyes incredibly dark and piercing. "And when, Sis, have you ever known me to lie?"

Azrael clenched her jaw, holding his gaze right back. "How was I to know what my little brother had become? Eternities spent with demons… with the dregs of humanity…"

"Oh we're bringing that up, are we?" Lucifer's eyes flashed dangerously. "The day you cast me aside?" he looked at Amenadiel sharply. "All of you?!"

"Luci…" Amenadiel tried to say, But Lucifer cut him off.

"Don't," he hissed vehemently. "Brother. Just… don't." he looked back to Azrael whose face was impassive and impossible to read. "Go back to the Silver City where you belong, Sister," he snarled, moving toward her menacingly. "I want nothing to do with your problems."

"You are my problem!" hissed Azrael sharply.

"Oh, ever the sweetheart," Lucifer sneered back.

"Both of you stop!" Amenadiel cut in sharply. "We have a real problem here and we need to work together to figure it out."

"Do we?" quipped Lucifer madly. "I don't see why I should care if the city I was cast out of and banned from should register anywhere on my agenda… do you?"

"Your family is there," Azrael bit out. "Everything our Father holds most important is there, you should-"

"Are you serious right now?" Lucifer actually laughed. "You think I care about what Dad thinks is important? Oh little Azie…" he shook his head in dark amusement. "My home is here on earth," he hissed the words. "And that's what I'll protect."

Azrael just stared at him, her eyes dark and swimming, but Lucifer could not read what she was thinking.

"Luci…" Amenadiel said after a long moment of silence. "Anything that happens to Heaven will affect earth," he said quietly. "And we think what's going on back home is connected to what's going on in Hell."

"Oh it's 'we' now, is it?" Lucifer spun his manic eyes on Amenadiel. "Well that was quick, wasn't it? I suppose I shouldn't be surprised," he continued lowly. "Any glimmer of a chance to get into your old, big boy angel pants and you'd beg and drool at it. Well, do have fun playing Daddy's loyal soldier again with the big, scary Angel of Death at your side."

Lucifer turned his back on them, striding away into the dark.

"Lucifer, wait!" Amenadiel called after him. "This involves you whether you like it or not! We-"

"We nothing, Brother!" Lucifer hissed furiously, spinning back round one last time. "You do you, and I'll do me," he finished coolly. "Just like the good old days," he muttered.

"We need to be a team on this, Lucifer," Amenadiel urged lowly while Azrael just stood back, watching everything unfold.

"I have a team," Lucifer replied coldly. "With the only two people I trust," he added, tilting his head slightly to the side and throwing a pointed glare to his sister. "A demon and a human," he said with a hard note of pride to his voice. "So why don't you continue this cosy family reunion without me?" he finished, and this time, he didn't turn away. Instead, he vanished in a sudden light rustle of feathers.

A/N Thank you guys so so much for the continued support. I hope you're all still enjoying the story :) And shout out to the guest reviews that I can't reply to: Thank you so much LiveandLoveLife, Lilo and Guest!