A/N: Alright so I've been working on this little story for MONTHS in anticipation of Season 5 and I think everyone else here is dying to watch it as much as me, but since we still have a while to wait, I figured I'd write a little personal continuation of mine just like last time. Would also like to warn that this first chapter is a bit depressing, especially for Chloe. But hopefully, it all goes better from here!

Note: For those who are waiting for an update on 'Eternal Deckerstar' I would like to let you know that new chapters are coming very soon!

Warning: If you have not yet finished watching Season 4, do not read on as this story contains major spoilers. For those who have, enjoy!

Chapter 1: Six Months Later

It was the weekend. Finally.

Chloe entered her apartment and collapsed on the sofa, grateful more than ever to be home. Trix was with Dan for the weekend which meant two whole days all to herself. That basically meant two days spent in bed watching predictable romcoms with happy endings. Exactly what she needed.

That's pretty much what her private life consisted of the past three months. She preferred to not think about the other three. They weren't pleasant. She thought about her day as she removed her sensible brown shoes. A part of her couldn't stop thinking about a case she just closed. A woman found dead in her bathroom. Naturally, everyone suspected a murder. Then Ella came in with her forensics expertise and learned the victim committed suicide. After digging for hours, and speaking to some relatives, the LAPD learned the victim was emotionally distraught after her husband left her.

The hairs on Chloe's back stood up. She couldn't shake that feeling. Could she end up the same way? No. Because she still had Trixie. And Ella. And Dan. Maze, Linda, Amenadiel… and she still had her memory. The memory of him. She shook herself into reality to escape dark thoughts as she removed the second shoe.

Eventually, Chloe got up from the sofa and wandered into the kitchen to make some tea. She never used to drink tea, but recently it became her go-to. Mostly because it felt like a British thing to do. It was one of the soothing things that reminded her of him. Of course, he wasn't British. But for some odd reason, he had a British accent.

And there it was, her daily mistake; allowing her mind to wander into forbidden places. She could already feel the tension in her throat and her eyes becoming irritated. It was a feeling she was accustomed to by now when alone. As she slowly walked back to the living room, trying not to spill her tea, she peeked into Trixie's room to make sure the little monkey did her bed in the morning.

Of course, she didn't. Chloe thought to herself as she entered her daughter's bedroom. She placed the cup of tea on the desk and started doing up the covers on the bed. Once the bed was tidy, she went back to the desk where she noticed a drawing next to her cup.

It was a drawn green landscape. There was a little sun in the corner and some blue clouds. But what caught her attention were the figures standing on the grass. The first one was a lady with blue jeans, a brown jacket and some brown shoes. She had a ponytail. Chloe smiled to herself as she knew that was her. She was holding a smaller person's hand. She too had a ponytail, but it was dark brown. The little girl had a purple hoodie and some jeans which matched her mother's. That was undoubtfully Trixie. Her daughter's other hand was occupied by a man who also had a brown jacket like Chloe, but his jeans were black. That was Dan. Chloe noticed that both of them had little golden badges on their belts. Trixie never forgot the details. That's when she saw the final figure. It was a tall character, with a precisely coloured black suit. He had black hair. Chloe knew who it was straight away, but what caught her attention the most about this character was the sad face he wore.

Chloe didn't bother hiding things from Trixie anymore. She told her that Lucifer had to leave to tend to important matters and that it made Chloe sad because she wanted him to stay. Of course, it was a much more serious issue, but Trixie didn't need to know all the details.

She wanted to put the picture down and leave, but she just couldn't stop staring at the man in the dark suit. He was the only person in the picture who wasn't holding hands. He was also the only one who wasn't smiling. Or at least Chloe thought so until she looked back at herself in the drawing. Instead of a smile which she saw initially, there was a small crooked frown.

That's when she heard a knock on the door.

The silence up here was always quite soothing. But ever since he came back, he couldn't find any comfort on the dark throne.

One hundred and eighty-two days, Lucifer counted in his head. That's how long it has been since he left Earth. Six months. And today of all days, the pain was more noticeable than ever before.

"My lord." Came a demon's voice.

"Dromos…" Another voice echoed through the empty canyons that surrounded them "I really cannot even begin to imagine where in the world you find all this audacity." The King nuanced.

"But my lord… it has been months. I just… I thought you would be ready to forgive me by now. All of us. We are eternally grateful. These months… have been the best Hell has had in a long time."

The suited figure stood up from his black throne and stretched in all his might. In this place… he was the most powerful entity. No celestial could match him down here. "Let it be known, demon. That no amount of time will let me forgive you. Now leave me."

"My lord." He nodded, before disappearing.

It is time. Said the voice in his head. Indeed. It was time to patrol the gates. It wasn't often for a lost soul to wander into hell. But when it happened, the devil always did a much better job than a demon to guide the soul to the right place.

The gates weren't so busy recently. It must be peaceful up there. A weak smile formed on his lips. It meant that a certain detective was probably having a very boring week with stacks of paperwork to fill. A part of him now hated himself for taking those days for granted. The idea of sitting at the precinct desk, with countless folders covering the entire place. It made him feel at peace. Because he knew that every time he'd look up from a document he wasn't even reading properly, he'd see her face. The face of Lucifer Morningstar's first and only love.

She was beautiful. Granted, he had seen some impressive looking women in his time on Earth. But it was only her looks which made his legs unsteady. Her magnificent eyes. Those eyes could always pierce right through him. They could see past all the bad. Past the devil he was. They saw the angel deep down inside. Then there was her adorably cute nose. He loved to poke it every now and again, and she'd get so flustered and frustrated, and it made her all the more beautiful. Then those lips. They could make him lustful for hours. His thoughts were disturbed when he sensed something approaching him. And there it was, a lost soul.

"Well come closer, don't be so shy." He prodded the soul. As it slowly approached him, he realised it was a woman, maybe in her mid thirty's. She had a light ponytail, although he couldn't tell what colour as souls were always colourless until they found their place. She was pretty, not as pretty as his detective though, of course.

"Who are you?" She asked him, her voice shaky.

"That does not matter. What matters is who you are." Lucifer answered.

"I'm a nobody."

"Well, you must be someone because you're here. And because you exist."

She shook her head, "I… I killed myself. I remember that."

"You did? And why did you do that?" Lucifer asked.

She stood in silence for a while, and then she turned very sad.

"It's okay, my dear. I assure you, if there is anyone you can speak to about it, it's me."

That's when she started sobbing, "Because he left me."

Lucifer was stunned for a minute. No. No.

"I didn't know what to do. I… I loved him more than anything and he left me. He left me because I wasn't enough."

This is not her. This is not the detective. She would never do this. He reminded himself. "And there was nothing left to live for?"

"He was my everything." She cried. "I wanted us to be a family."

"But you were still so young. You didn't think you could start over? With someone else? Maybe someone better who deserved you?" Lucifer pressed.

"I didn't want anyone else. I only wanted him. I loved him. I still love him even now." She answered, still sobbing.

Her words were sending shivers down his spine. He couldn't stop thinking of Chl- of the detective. And so he waited for the woman to stop crying. Once she had calmed down, he resumed his work.

"Do you believe in God?"

"Yes, I do." She nodded.

"Do you believe in heaven and hell?"

Another nod, "I do."

"And where do you think you are?" Lucifer asked. He was slightly anxious. He knew very well how this works. It wasn't up to him where this woman will end up going. It was all up to her. He didn't know her, and he will never meet her again after today, and yet for some reason, he wanted her to answer well.

"I'm not sure. I killed myself. I took a life that was given to me by god. So that must mean I'm in hell. Because it's wrong to take your own life."

Lucifer's fists tightened. She doesn't deserve punishment. "Do you think you deserve to be punished for what you did?"

"I don't know. I know that I did wrong. But… but I loved my husband. And my life meant nothing without him. He broke my heart. Living without his love… I wouldn't succeed in that. Too much pain… too much suffering. I just wanted it all to stop."

Good. Carry on. "Do you think you're a bad person." Lucifer continued.

"I don't know. I've always tried to be good. I always wanted to make people laugh and feel good in my presence. I know I've hurt people in the past, but I never wanted people to feel pain. Sometimes I said things I regretted. Does that make me a bad person?"

"You need to answer that," Lucifer told her.

"I… I don't think I'm bad. I may not have been the best. But I wasn't evil."

"And finally… do you think you deserve peace?"

She didn't answer for a while. She just stood there and stared at him.

"Yes. It's all I've ever wanted. To be loved and to be at peace. I wanted those things for me and my husband."

Lucifer smiled, "Then you do not belong here."

That was all. Nothing else needed to be said. Lucifer could see the realisation settle in the woman's eyes. She was starting to believe. And just like that. She started to lift. Upwards. Up and up. Until she'd reach the other gates. The ones he hasn't seen in aeons.

"Be at peace, dear." Lucifer bid her farewell, as a tear rolled down his cheek.

"Amenadiel."

The angel gave her a weak smile. "May I come in?"

"Of course," Chloe answered as she invited him in. "You want some coffee? Tea?"

"No, thank you. I only came to check up on you."

Chloe knew exactly what that meant. Amenadiel has been visiting her every single week since the day his brother left. She figured they must have made a deal to watch over her. At first, she bombarded him with questions. And he answered as many as he could. Which she was grateful for. But then once she knew enough, the conversations would always end with him. She'd start to plead with him. Beg Amenadiel to bring him back. She spent the best part of the first month trying to figure out a way to persuade Amenadiel to help her go get him. But Amenadiel wouldn't have it. Eventually, she became restless and angry. Amenadiel explained that his brother wouldn't come back. That nothing Amenadiel did or said would bring him back. The devil was unstoppable in hell, and no angel would be able to overpower him. Eventually, Chloe gave up. There was no way to communicate with him, which meant there was no way to persuade him to come back. And no one on Earth was able to help her. Divine or not. And so she stopped. She allowed for hopelessness and sadness to overtake. The only thing that kept her steady was Trixie. She was the only reason Chloe bothered to get up in the mornings. And the Angel kept coming back every single week. Just to 'check' up on her.

"Amenadiel, you really don't need to do this. I'm perfectly fine." Chloe informed.

He shook his head, "I made a promise, Chloe."

"Can't he see me? Just like you can see us from heaven?"

Amenadiel shook his head again, "Unfortunately it does not work the same way. You see we can look from above. My brother cannot look from below." He learnt to not say his name out loud in front of her. Everyone at work and outside of it learnt to never speak of his name when in Chloe's presence. And yet, just the thought of that made her feel weak on her feet.

"Well. I'm glad you're doing okay. Enjoy the weekend. I'll see you again next Friday. And don't forget Chloe, if you ever want to come and see Linda and me, you're always welcome." He told her as he made his way back to the door.

"Amenadiel." She almost whispered, trying to hide her weeping voice.

He didn't turn around. He simply stopped walking and waited for her to continue. She knew that he wasn't exactly happy about this either. Chloe knew that Amenadiel cared about her. She also knew that he cared deeply about his brother and probably missed him too. How ironic, she thought. He came down here to send his brother back to hell but ended up staying here himself.

"Will he ever come back?" She pleaded, a single tear rolling down her cheek. Her throat felt tight and achy. She could feel the familiar pain at the back of her eyes, and the difficulty to breathe normally. She was very used to this by now. At times she wondered if he ever felt this way. She so deeply wanted to know.

Amenadiel turned around to face her. He looked her right in the eye. Not even a weak smile. No comforting words. Nothing. Just a sad gaze he always gave her when she asked about him. "I don't know." And just like that, he left, closing the door on his wait out.

Chloe wandered back to the sofa slowly and sat down, allowing for tears to freely flow down her face. Over the months, she got really good at crying. She began to learn that when you do something long enough, you eventually master it. No matter what it is. It only took her a couple of months to control her own tears. By now she could easily hold them back almost a full workday. Before, she'd often take breaks during work hours. She'd tell everyone she was going out for lunch, only to jog back to her car and sit there for the better part of an hour. The start of it all was the hardest; It seemed like everything she looked at, and everything she'd hear would remind her about him. Having Dan and Ella constantly asking her about him… About Lucifer. All she could say was that Lucifer left urgently to deal with family problems. But as the weeks went by, they'd keep on coming back to her. Naturally, she didn't blame them. And Ella could tell something was wrong. Eventually, she cornered Chloe during after-hours and started asking questions. Chloe broke down in front of her. Told her that Lucifer had to leave and she didn't know when he was going to be back, or if he'd be back at all. She couldn't tell her the entire truth. Not unless she wanted everyone to think she was crazy. Ella wanted to contact him or to just go looking for him. But Chloe said it was useless. She even got Amenadiel to confirm her words. Ella clearly wasn't satisfied, and she looked slightly hurt that they were keeping the entire truth from her, but it was for the better. Plus the last thing she needed right now was Ella asking her questions about Lucifer's divinity.

Besides, the entire process of her finding things out wasn't even over yet. A few months back Amenadiel told Chloe about his visit to Earth a year before she was born. How he blessed her mother and father. She found out she was a miracle child, born from an angel's blessing. And just like that… it all made sense. Lucifer's disappearance to Vegas. Him coming back with Candy wrapped around his arm. The reason why he ran away from her soon after they kissed. And just like that, she missed him a hundred times more, and she felt even more stupid for not considering his pain back then. For being so blind to what was right in front of her. She cried most nights after finding that out; Lucifer loved her. Even back then. He loved her so much he was able to let her go so that she could choose on her own. He even let her be with Marcus. Because her own happiness meant so much to him. She wiped at her eyes, ruining all of her makeup. Her face felt sticky, and she needed a hot shower.

She made her way to the bathroom, slowly undoing her belt. She placed her gun on a pile of towels as she stepped into the bathroom, facing the mirror. Chloe always considered herself to be an alright looking woman. She knew she wasn't ugly. She did manage to be an actress in Hollywood for a while. But right now, she looked like a wreck. The 'twenty-four hours of no sleep' type of wreck. She opened her draw trying to find some face wipes, when she saw a small glistening golden chain. She pulled it out only to see a small squashed golden lined bullet attached to the chain. Lucifer's birthday present.

Flying always relaxed him. It made him feel free. Even down here. The one upside of having those bloody things. And yet, he no longer hated them so much. Ever since he got them back, he appreciated them a little more. They felt earned. Not given. He was gliding the dark pillars when a whisper echoed through his entire body. It came from below. He froze in mid-air, flapping his wings gently to stay in one place.

"Lucifer." The whisper continued. It was a soft whisper. A very familiar one too. And it was calling him.

It's a trap! Every part of him screamed. And yet, he dived right down, straight to the ground. He landed with a loud bang, making the floor rumble all around him. He was in one of the many mazes of hell. Very deep in the dark gardens. Of course, it wasn't an actual garden, it just resembled one, slightly. After all, when you spend aeons in the same place, you'll easily find yourself giving every area a little name for memory's sake.

"Lucifer!" The whisper got louder and more desperate. Almost as if it knew he was closer now.

It can't be. Lucifer denied as he stepped closer to one of the doors. The door was very familiar. He knew this door. He's seen it before, and many times. But he couldn't pinpoint where and when. It was a door from Earth, that much was certain.

"Lucifer, please. Help me."

"Chlo-" His voice died as soon as he spoke.

NO! NO! NO! THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE! IT'S A TRICK!

He stepped closer, his body resisting his own mind. He grabbed the door handle and slowly pulled, making a bright light escape from inside the room.

"Please, Lucifer. Help me! I need you!" It was Chloe's voice. Loud and clear. She was crying. "Lucifer I don't know what to do. I'm scared. Please come here. I don't want to be alone anymore. You have to save me." The voice continued. It was sending daggers through his heart. He knew that if he pulled the door just a little more, he'd be able to see inside. He would see her face again. His arm seemed to be acting on its own as he pulled. As his eyes settled on a slither of blonde hair, he slammed the door shut again.

Before he could hear anything else, he shot straight into the air, trying to get as far from the door as possible. He could never go back there. It was a trap. She would never be sent here. That was impossible and he knew that. Chloe was not in there. It was a trap.

He landed back at his throne. His hands shaking. Only to be met with the same demon once again.

"My lord…"

"I was certain that I made myself clear about being left alone," Lucifer informed, making sure to sound angry and impatient.

"Yes, but Lucifer-"

"I do not want to hear anything you have to say. Leave me! NOW!" Lucifer roared at the top of his lungs, making the pillars below them shake. Hell didn't usually get so many thundering earthquakes in one day.

Dromos didn't bother saying anything else. He simply disappeared. Hell for souls, a paradise for demons. Well, not anymore.

I will not go back. That door is a trap. The detective is back home. And she is safe. She is fine.

The water was pleasant as it went down her back. The shower was one of the only places she could think these days. The first couple of months, she spent sitting down with her knees up, usually because standing was difficult, standing with all those thoughts in her head didn't feel possible. But now it was a bit better. She could feel the necklace pressing against her chest as she rubbed soap into her skin. Sometimes, she wished it could be his hands. His body pressed against hers. His lips. Very quickly, the water would start to mix with tears as it touched her face. It felt unfair. It felt like a punishment for nothing. Why did she deserve this? Why did they deserve this? Was this really all part of God's plan? All this pain?

She turned the water off and stepped out the shower. She never liked stepping out. It was the worst part. All that cold air, making her shiver. She hurried to the bedroom, wrapped in her towel. After drying off and putting on her favourite pyjamas, she dragged herself downstairs and collapsed on the couch. A part of her wanted to grab a bottle of wine, but that was too much effort at this point. She felt like she could fall asleep any minute now. Eventually, she grabbed the remote and manoeuvred to Netflix, selected her favourite category and pressed play on the first film she could find. Truth be told, she never really paid attention to the films, but they were a perfect background noise; going to sleep in utter silence was never a good idea. But eventually, her vision would start to blur and before she knew it, she'd be knocked out-

"My first love was never Eve. It was you, Chloe. Always has been."

She loved hearing her name said with his voice. She'd never want to hear it again unless it was to be said by him. His hand cupped the side of her face and she couldn't help but break down. He was going to leave. This was it. She ruined it all. She wouldn't accept him before, and now it was too late. And then he kissed her. And in that second, she wished she could stop the world. To freeze time. To live forever in this one moment.

"Please don't go." She pleads. A final attempt to make him stay. But she's already hopeless. She already knows the answer before he says it. His eyes glistening against the moonlight. He's sad, just like her. He doesn't want to leave. He wants to stay, here with her. And that breaks her heart even more.

"Goodbye." He says, stepping away from her. Making her shatter to pieces. And then he unfolds his wings, and they are beautiful. He is beautiful. Her angel. She can't bear seeing him leave, and she closes her eyes. But once they reopen. He is gone. Never to be seen by her again. And just like that, time freezes. The Earth stops spinning. The world ends.

Chloe wakes up crying. Again. She feels pathetic as reaches for the box of tissues on the coffee table. Her vision is hazy and the room is dark. Her TV must have gone into power-saving mode. She glances at her digital clock. Five AM. She slept for ten hours and yet feels more tired than ever. She slowly climbs off her the couch and wobbles over to the kitchen. Coffee. She needs coffee.

Don't do it. Don't do it. Lucifer's mind races as he tries to stay calm and still on the throne. His foot is bouncing up and down wildly and he can't stop fidgeting with his sleeve cuff.

Stop being ridiculous. It's just a room. A designated trap made just for you. He continues. Although since he's the lord of hell, technically, he should be able to go inside and have a look without getting trapped. Last time was different.

NO! You are not getting near that room. You're staying right here. Period. It's decided. Although… if he took a quick patrol around the dark gardens again, just to make sure to the crying stopped, it wouldn't really hurt.

That's true. It wouldn't. And that crying is quite noisy. Disturbing the peace… in hell. Oh, bloody hell- alright! He decides as he rises from his throne and shoots back into the ashy clouds above. As he neared the dark gardens, he could already hear it. Her voice. Even when weeping, it brought warmth to his heart. He missed her so much. More than anything. The things he'd do just to see her at least one more time. He landed at the same spot. The wooden door right in front of him. He could now remember the door. It was the door to the detective's house. How could he have forgotten it?

Maybe this is my chance.

"Lucifer…" The voice called again. She sounded like she was weak from crying.

"Please don't go."

Those were the final words she said to him. And at that moment he knew. He wouldn't have the power to do it again. He couldn't leave.

"Chloe?" He called out.

"LUCIFER! You're here! Please. Don't go. Please stay with me! PLEASE!" She cried.

"What are you doing here?" Lucifer asked.

"I don't know. I need you to help me get out. Please. I don't want to be here alone. I'm scared." Said Chloe.

"I'm not leaving."

"Thank you!" She cried. "I've missed you so much, Lucifer."

"I've… I've missed you too." There was a part of him. A small part that knew this was a trap. But he didn't even care anymore. He just wanted to see her. He wanted to hug her. To feel her in his arms.

"You left me." She said, suddenly cold. "Why would you leave me. I love you."

"I had to. You know I had to!" He answered, desperation forming in his voice. THIS IS A TRAP! THIS IS A TRAP! His mind screamed, but he didn't want to listen anymore. It's like he put himself on mute.

"Just promise you'll never leave again."

"I won't. I'll never leave again. You have my word!" He told her.

"Please… help me." She pleaded.

"Alright." He said as he approached the door, and put his hand back on the door handle.