Hi all reviews welcome, this story is the first after a very long hiatus. So I maybe rusty but will hopefully get back to full soon enough. It will get more detailed as I go along so the first few chapters are want to change.
Chapter 2
Sometimes it was very handy to have a super strong angel, to help shift all your belongings clear across town. While Chloe drove all her larger items, Amenadiel had in one flutter of his wings transported all her smaller items at once. In his usual stoic way, had cautioned her about moving in. She understood his concern being here, surrounded by everything imbued with his personality and presence. Would this make it even harder for her to move forward with her life. Being here now she had started to wonder herself but she needed this, just for the moment. Needed to be reassured that it was all real, that he existed here and that he had cared for her. She wasn't sure he loved her still, he had loved her once but after her betrayal. There was a distance one that she had only herself to blame for. Even though she had bared her heart to him on that fateful night. She had noted that technically, after her confession he hadn't said the words back. The words he uttered rang like a bell through her mind.
"Eve was never my first love. It was you Chloe, it always has been." Though there was no past tense, she couldn't help feeling one. Her actions had caused a rift, she only hoped she would be allowed to bridge it. Trixie was already unpacking in what was, Maze's old room. Even though the girl was thrilled with the prospect of moving to Lux the shadow over her remained. Even with Lucifer's apparent revulsion around children, he did seem to have a soft spot for her daughter. Just as Trixie was completely besotted with him. To her daughter the sun and moon had rose with Lucifer.
Having found a small office room opposite Trixie's, Chloe had decided to use that as hers fearing using his bedroom would only cause her more pain. So here she sat on her bed, amidst her boxes having unpacked her clothes. She then moved on to her personal artefacts placing her police academy pass certificate and photo on the pale cream walls. With shaking hands the photo of her father was placed gently on the windowsill. No matter how many times she had seen the photo her father standing proud in his police uniform, it never failed to move her. Knowing now that where he was, he would always be proud of her was such a comfort. Though he must know by now, that his only daughter had fallen in love with the Devil himself. She wondered what he made of that? Such a thought brought a tiny smile and giggle to the detectives lips. Sure that her father would be mortified but if he had seen just who Lucifer was, not the monster history had made him out to be.
"I'm not evil, I punish evil" was one of his monikers. So many small catchphrase's, she hadn't realised she was smiling to her self until she passed her newly installed mirror. The gentle smile she saw assured her she had made the right choice, she felt comforted. As she brushed past the last box, it teetered then fell from the edge of the bed, where it had been resting. It's contents cascading to the floor. Most of the box was full of old case files and Trixie's old school reports. Chloe froze her breath stuttering through her lungs. There inconspicuously nestled between two police reports a simple elegant black box. She remembered now the night she had removed it. When she had remove it for Cain, the first murder the thought made a cold shiver run up her back. She had almost married a cold bloodied killer. Her hand shook violently as she reached for it, the very tips of her fingers touched the silk bow that ran across the lid. Afresh wave of guilt assailed her, how had she been so stupid. How had she let Father Kinley warp her every memory of him in her shock. She had gone to Rome for answers and all she had found was a closed minded hypocrite. Opening the small box, it sat shining against the black velvet lining; a crushed Bullet. She didn't feel the tears that ran down her face in torrents. Reverently she caressed the polished metal. Who knew the Devil could be sentimental, with a sob she removed the thin chain and hung in once more where it had always belonged, around her neck. Holding a piece of the two of them i her hand she decided to try something.
"Lucifer, I don't know if you can hear me? I love you, I miss you." She sobbed holding the bullet between her pressed hand. Hoping against hope that her would hear her.
Brown orbs shot open, short rasping breaths issued from full lips. It had been too long since he had heard that voice. It pained him to hear it now full of heart ache. Her words both a soothing balm and a torturous longing.
"I love you, I miss you." For the first time the king of hell let out a single tear. A silent promise sent back.
"I'm working on it, my darling Detective." closing his eyes once more he continued to plan.