Author's Note: This is a one-shot crossover between the Twilight series and the TV show Lucifer. It may not make complete sense if you haven't read/seen the other. But if you are a fan of both, this should be fun. I don't intend to do many crossovers. This is in celebration of season 5B of Lucifer coming out May 28th, 2021. I can't wait!

On the Lucifer side, it really fits in almost anywhere. On the Twilight side, this is a month or two after Edward's leaving Bella in New Moon because that timeline is my obsession. I'm not trying to make any religious statements here, just following Lucifer canon. This is mostly fluff. Enjoy!

"Lucifer." the young man said, walking into the nightclub with a huge grin. He loved the energy and excitement in the air. The lust. The passion. Though he came to Lux for business, there was no denying the ecstasy he found just by walking in the building.

The bass was pounding. Girls were dancing freely in various states of drunkenness and undress. Several more were preparing for Lucifer to join them upstairs. He himself felt a little drunk on the pleasurable atmosphere of it all, though alcohol and other drugs would have no effect on him. A shame, really. He had never gotten to experience them as a human either.

"Jasper! My old friend! How the devil are you?"

"I'm well, thank you."

"Did you come for the party?" the man asked in his suave British accent, gesturing around him with the hand that held an ornate crystal glass full of whiskey in an amount that would have knocked any human man off his ass. This was just an appetizer for the devil. Satan. The Fallen One. Lucifer, he preferred to be called these days.

"I've come to ask a favor."

"You? A favor? How very odd for your kind. I'm all ears. What can I do for you? Surely it can't be money! Women? A fake identity? A good time?" his wild eyes looked Jasper up and down, admiring his toned physique. Ah yes, he thought, the vampires were always my favorite creation of father's.

Jasper sensed his lust, but was flattered, rather than offended. He was also nervous, knowing how critical the success of this mission was to the long-term happiness of his family. "It's about my brother, Edward. He's made a big mistake. I didn't realize it at first, but I do now. I need you to tell him the truth about Hell and about yourself."

"Why don't you tell him?" he asked, wondering how this could even be considered a favor.

"He doesn't believe me."

"What makes you think he'll believe me more than you? It's not like I can take him there."

"No, but he's gifted, like me. He can read minds. He'll know that you're genuine."

"He doesn't know that you're genuine when you tell him about me?" Lucifer asked, perplexed. Though he kept up conversation with Jasper, his eyes were quite obviously on the backsides of two twenty-something year old women dancing in front of him. He wore a naughty, mischievous smile. Jasper knew that he only had another minute or two to make his request clear before his acquaintance ran upstairs to start his orgy. There would be no talking to him or snapping him out of it then.

"No. He thinks you're mentally ill."

"Why does everyone always assume that I'm mentally ill?!" he asked, his voice going up a little in pitch on the last couple of words. "Ugh, fine. Send him here tomorrow. But not too early. I like to sleep in. I'm going to be a very busy man tonight."

"Would you like repayment for my favor in advance?"

"Oh yes. I rather think I would." Lucifer answered, his eyes growing wide at the thought. Jasper used his ability to throw a strong wave of passion and desire across the club, making everyone want to dance the night away or amplifying their already existing sexual desires. Lucifer in particular was heavily affected, retreating upstairs with his arms full of women and not a word further. Jasper smiled. His job was done. He would hang around for an hour or two, using his ability and pretending to sip a drink just as extra insurance that his favor would be seen through to its…completion.

Lucifer awoke the next morning fully sated and still drunk on the ecstasy his long night of lovemaking and repeated orgies with people of all (legal) ages and genders. He poured a drink from his private upstairs bar and waited for the guest, not bothering to dress beyond his black silk boxers and matching silk robe. His form was on display, just the way he liked it. He always loved the attention.

Edward showed up just past one o'clock. He looked nothing like his brother beyond the obvious immortal characteristics. His eyes were black with purple rings around them, and it was clear he hadn't fed in some time. His clothes were disheveled. His bronze hair a mess. Lux was the last place on Earth he wanted to be, of that Lucifer had no doubt.

"You must be Jasper's brother."

"I'm only here as a favor to Jasper. He insisted it was life or death. I'd like to get this over with as quickly as possible."

"Jasper seems to be dealing in a lot of favors lately. Might have to convince him to join the business with me. He'd be rather good at it." Lucifer mused, unoffended by Edward's bluntness. "Then again, you would be a rather nice partner too, and I'm not strictly talking about the mind reading thing!"

"You can't possibly believe you're the devil."

"Oh, but I am." he insisted, his eyes changing quickly from brown to bright red, then orange like fresh flames.

The kid looked no older than eighteen, immortal or not. He should have been terrified, but he didn't even react. Lucifer kept going, showing his full devil face. His eyes were glowing like the fires of Hell. His skin was red and scabbed. His chin pointed and clefted. His fangs bared. That got Edward's attention. He gasped, either the face or the mindreading had finally convinced him.

"Kill me, please." he immediately begged. "If you are the devil, you can do that. I don't care if you send me to Hell for eternity, just take me where I can't hurt her anymore."

Lucifer was stunned silent for a moment, his face returning to that of a handsome, polished gentleman, with a scruffy five o'clock shadow and a medium tan. "Her?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. "Child, I can assure you, no woman is worth death. Well, maybe with a few exceptions." he thought, his expression turning mischievous.

"My mate." Edward sobbed. "She's human. I don't want to damn her soul like I have mine. I refuse to hurt her. I had to leave her even though it's killing me, just to protect her. Please, help me keep her safe from me. Kill me. End me."

"Who says her soul is damned?" he asked, suddenly serious. If there is one thing the devil hated, it was lies and rumors that others spread about him. At least the ones that didn't involve his stellar performance in bed.

"It isn't. Not yet. But it will be if I'm around. I can't do that to her."

"But who says your soul is damned?" he repeated.

"I don't have a soul anymore."

Lucifer laughed, his grin lighting up his whole face, his eyes twinkling as he took a step closer to Edward. Surely, this was some kind of practical joke. "Everyone knows only demons don't have souls! Of course, you have a soul! No soul! What the hell did you think happened to yours? Did it just cease to exist because someone bit you? Wrong!"

"What are you saying?" the teen asked. He clutched his hands to his chest, as if his heart were still beating in there and sending him into a panic.

"You have a soul. No one has taken your soul. Hell is real, my boy. Your brother says you can read minds. Well, read mine. I'll wait." Lucifer showed him Hell. The flames. The barren emptiness. The millions of rooms with demons on standby to torture those who really believed they belonged there. Some of its inhabitants being tortured by their own thoughts, though many of them were innocent in the grand scheme of things. "If you go to Hell, it's your own damn fault. It's because you punish yourself. I don't just send people to Hell….well….for the Hell of it!" he shouted.

"I don't understand."

"Yes, you do. You just don't want to. Might I recommend a good shrink? Dr. Linda is wonderful with weird. I think you could be her star client."

"I have a soul." Edward whispered.

"Yes, yes, we've been over that already." Lucifer looked Edward up and down, deciding that he was at least eighteen, maybe nineteen. He was incredibly handsome, what with his toned muscles, his defined jawline. His type all had incredible strength and speed. And if he could read minds…oh what fun that could be in the bedroom, especially one with multiple partners, knowing each of their deepest, darkest desires without even having to ask.

Edward shivered, uncomfortably following his line of thinking, though only halfheartedly, as most of his thoughts were trying to come to terms with the real truth of the universe, something Jasper had been trying to tell him for many years. Lucifer's phone rang, thankfully snapping him out of his perverted imaginings.

"Well, I have to go solve a murder. Say, that mind reading power of yours is pretty neat! I bet we could solve this case in minutes and get back to my orgy planning. Do you think you can just…?" But Edward didn't hear him. He stood frozen, staring at a double ended dildo that was over a foot long. "Yeah, guess not…" Lucifer said, clapping him on the back on his way out and shaking his head at how many rumors spread about him, even among the immortals. He wasn't that evil. Well, perhaps once the kid had a few centuries to pull his head out of his ass he could be of use. The devil certainly had time to wait.

Edward stood frozen for a while, his mind trying to process everything that happened. The celestial. His soul.

"Luci isn't here?" asked a tall, buff man stepping out of the elevator. "I'm his brother, Amenadiel."

"No, sorry. He stepped out."

"You're Edward."

"You know my name?"

"Ah, yes. You're one of those immortals my father likes. The mind reader. You don't kill humans. At least not for a while."

"I try not to. Your father?" Edward asked, seeing exactly what Amenadiel meant in his thoughts and freezing again, his jaw dropping. "I'm really not damned…"

"No. You aren't." Amenadiel smiled. "You do try to be good. I can see that you're in pain. How can I help you?"

"Bella…I…I need to get back to Forks. To apologize. I-" he stammered.

"Let me take you." Amenadiel spread his large, feathery wings and held his arms out for the teen.

Edward laughed. "I'm used to carrying Bella. Running with her. I've never needed anyone else to carry me before."

"I bet I fly faster than you run." Amenadiel said, smiling in a way that reached even his eyes as he presented his challenge. Edward sensed his kindness and felt comfortable with him. Anything that would get him to her faster.

"I'm sure you do."

"While I fly, care to tell me all about this Bella? Who is she?"

"My everything." he said with a huge smile, happily jumping into the large man's arms to be carried like a child. "It's real. It's all real. I do have a soul. I'm not going to keep her out of heaven just by loving her, am I?"

"No."

"And if I change her?"

"Still no. It won't change the essence of her soul. She's giving herself to you willingly, so it doesn't count against you either."

He could have wept with joy, but instead leaned against Amenadiel, eagerly reading his every thought. The celestial…it was real. And it was the most beautiful thing he had ever experienced.

"I've killed men before. How could your father forgive me?" he asked after a while.

"He who died for your sins." he smiled, his pearly teeth glittering and a knowing smile showing even in his eyes.

"Of course! The flaw in my logic. How could I forget."

"Believe you are good, and you will be good. You're not going to hurt her. And if you change her, you're just keeping her with you. Do it in a way that minimizes the harm to everyone involved."

"I will."

"Then you've got nothing to worry about. And if you are worried, do good for others. A little extra goodwill towards man never hurts in his eyes."

"I'll remember that." Edward felt the most at peace he ever had in Amenadiel's arms. It could have been his soothing presence, the knowledge of the celestial and the truth, or the lovely night sky. It wasn't though. He was at peace because he was finally on his way home to Bella. He wanted to ask the angel a million questions but was content to relax and enjoy the ride.

"You must keep our secret. Humans can't know about the celestial. It's probably best that not many vampires do as well. Too many questions. False beliefs. Rumors. Witch hunts. It endangers us."

"I promise to not say a word to anyone but my brother who already knows."

"And I uh-I apologize for anything inappropriate you likely saw in my brother's thoughts. He's a man of his own passions."

"I'm not upset. Look what I get in return." he smiled, admiring Bella's sleeping form from her window they were hovering in front of.

Amenadiel smiled as well, sensing the teen's love and pure happiness. "Be well, Edward."

"Thank you, Amenadiel." he said. The angel sat him carefully on the ground and went about his way. Edward climbed up to the window and took a deep breath, enjoying her unique scent and letting it give him the courage to approach her.

He knelt beside the bed and brushed a loose bit of hair out of her face and behind her ear. "Wake up, my angel. I'm home."

Bella smiled but didn't stir. He kissed her cheek softly. The thought crossed his mind that she might have moved on, but nothing could shake his confidence in that moment. God, it seemed, was on his side.

He caressed her cheek and eventually, she blinked awake and looked at his face. She needed only to see him for a split second before throwing back her blankets and inviting him to lay beside her. Bella snuggled in his arms and fell back asleep, though she had never quite woken up, a smile on her face. It was the best welcome home he could have asked for. The devil had been right all along.