The Devil's breath hitched. Was the bastard really dead? He checks for any signs of a pulse. Nothing. This brought him an instant rush of relief, he notices a mercenary making his rounds, spotting the fallen vampire, crumpled to the floor.

"What the Hell happened?! Is he dead?!"

The man's words rushed out. In an absolute panic, whilst Lucifer remained calm.

"I believe so. Pity. He probably had another 500 years ahead of him"

The mercenary could do nothing except stand there speechless. Simple mercenaries held no actual power to continue holding the Devil prisoner since their overseer was deceased. He shakes his head and sighs deeply.

"Well sir. Given the unusual circumstances. You're free to go"

Really? It was that simple? He wanted to spit on the vampire's lifeless body for good measure. But figured not to draw too much unnecessary attention towards himself. He eyes the corpse warily, Expecting at any moment he could inexplicably spring to life. Thankfully, it seemed even his own immortality couldn't save him this time. He peered down at his stomach, and perhaps for the very first time, smiled.

"Your father won't be bothering us anymore"

As the months steadily passed, for some inexplicable reason. Lucifer found himself thinking of the creep fleetingly. Shaking his head in disgust, he supposed he was a sucker for punishment. It was so strange to watch his body gradually change. His pectorals, thankfully, remaining the same. But this could not be said for his stomach. His pants becoming tighter, leading him to eventually concede in search of bigger sizes.

Chloe was of much needed support during this time. He didn't know what he'd do without her. As his due date drew nearer, the Devil found himself scared and anxious. Of course, this wasn't to say he missed the vampire. And he certainly didn't need him.

He was now at 38 weeks, and it felt as though the baby could drop at any moment. Lucifer settles onto the couch of Chloe's small bungalow. Exhaling sharply, before long, the Detective is racing over. Her face etched with concern.

"Are you okay? Is it time to go?"

Lucifer heard her, and yet, didn't. He wasn't sure if it was or not. He never experienced such a thing before. Slamming his eyes shut as he felt the baby's movements growing stronger. Inadvertently letting out a hiss in pain.

"I think it might be"

The Devil responds somewhat faintly. However, as both would come to learn fairly quickly. It seemed labor with an otherworldly child was, in fact, an unusually quick process. They never would have even had time to rush him to a hospital. The Devil slams his eyes shut again, as it felt like his insides were being ripped apart. He groans in agony.

"Can you get to the floor? Easy now"

Decker says in an attempt to comfort him, any way she knew how. A blanket draped over his lower half. His slacks removed, normally, this would be a turn-on for the Devil. Partially naked, in the Detective's house, with the woman he secretly longed for the moment they locked eyes. However, this wasn't exactly what he had in mind. But it would have to do.

"Okay..when I say so. I want you to push, okay? (briefly checking underneath the blanket)..push!"

The Devil grits his teeth. Feeling an almost instantaneous burning sensation. Not even Hell was as unpleasant to what he was facing in that moment.

"I..I can see the head, Lucifer! You can do this!"

Hot tears stung his eyes and slid like an avalanche down his cheeks. It was the most horrific experience in his entire 2,000 years. The Devil bored down once more, feeling the burning and pressure gradually subside. Suddenly, he hears Chloe announce.

"He's here!"

Lucifer attempted to steady his breathing, hearing his newborn's wails echoing in his ears. Part of him wanted to see the baby, then there was that other part that didn't. Knowing who his son's other paternal link was. Chloe beaming at the swaddled bundle.

"Aren't you going to look at him, Lucifer? He's absolutely beautiful"

Although her words may have held truth. He just couldn't bring himself to do it. Even finding himself wondering why he continued with the pregnancy altogether. Just then, he felt a light hand on his shoulder.

"Please, Lucifer. He is your son"

The Devil swallows hard. Finally finding it in himself to glance in the direction of the now quieted infant. Even he had to admit, the baby was something. Had the vampire's hair color, but Lucifer's eyes and other features. It felt as though emotions were stuck in his throat. She gently handed the baby over, the newborn making delicate whimpering noises.

"Hello there. Quite a handsome little guy, aren't you?"

Gradually, the Devil's barriers had fallen. He now couldn't imagine his life without his son. To think he ever contemplated in ending the pregnancy. Chloe being more of a saving grace than she could have ever imagined. She chuckles softly. Lucifer delicately brushing a finger over his downy black hair.

"Thank you, Detective"