A/N: Aaaaand welcome back! I know it's been quite a long time since the last chapter, but, alas, here we are! You all haven't yet had enough suffering and madness it seems and you are HOOKED to see if our devilish team finds the culprit! There is so much more to discover! And I figured there was one particular thing that was just begging to get addressed. Hope you'll enjoy it! ;)

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Extreme Music - Another Dead End

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Music Y - Dark ambient music

Chapter 15 – Revelations

[Extreme Music - Another Dead End]

It was a continuous back and forth all across LA. By the end of the day, Lucifer and Chloe had merely managed to visit twenty-four addresses and checking upon the listed names of buyers had turned out to be extremely unsatisfying. Mainly because they quickly realised that just because a certain person had made the purchase for the institute, didn't mean that one of them had to be their guy. It could simply be another colleague who registered the purchase. Thus, talking to the buyers felt utterly pointless and only gave them the feeling of doing at least something while further analysis on the body had to be made.

To be on a safer side, Chloe had decided to grope in the dark with a broader spectrum of questions that related to their case, aside from just the decamethonium. She asked about recent disturbances, anything odd that stuck out of their day-to-day routine and business, religious manias or anybody who appeared obsessed with religious topics such as angels, heaven or the Devil. Unfortunately none of the questions had given them any kind of notable information. Most was gossip and bad mouthing that was only superficial disliking, rather than raising a deeper concern about a psychological issue.

Lucifer's prior determination and positivity about going on the hunt had dwindled with every address they scratched off of the list and Chloe could relate. She had worked on countless cases before where she hit dead ends, where every hope seemed gone and no evidence would make it to the light of day. Those had been the truly challenging cases. The ones where you needed a strong bite and a healthy surrounding that gave you strength to keep going without going depressed or mad.

"Bollocks! What a bloody waste of time!" Lucifer hissed angrily, retrieving a pack of cigarettes on his way out of their latest address, a small research facility. Picking one of the cigarettes between his lips he flicked his lighter and took a long drag. "This is useless! It could be anyone at those addresses."

Watching him angrily blow out the smoke towards the side, she stepped in front of him, imploring him. "So what? You're giving up?" she asked challengingly.

Eyes sparkling, he straightened his shoulders, his ego and pride not crumbling in front of her. "Of course not. I just- I wish I had some epiphany, some information that could get us further. Something that would point us directly to the Dad-damn doorstep of this bloody scumbag…" He released a sigh and looked her up and down curiously. "How do you do that, Detective? I mean… You've been tossed into the celestial world and are bombarded with problems, dead ends and just utter craziness that's even a bit too much for my taste, which is saying a lot. How are you staying so level-headed, so positive, so… good?"

She pressed her lips together at his words, touched by his thoughtfulness and praise. "Lucifer," she mouthed, closing the gap between them and taking his free hand into hers. "I have faith. In you. In us. I know that we'll get through this. Remember when you asked me if I were a believer early in our partnership?" He nodded quietly. "It still counts. I might be aware of the celestial side of things now, but there is still good and bad in this world. Right and wrong. And when we think there is just so much evil that we encounter, we need to open our eyes more to see the good, because it is there."

Looking at their joined hands, he smiled. She was a miracle to him in so many ways that it kept overwhelming him time and time again. Making him vulnerable played just such a minor role. It was her deep belief in her strength, her ability to focus on the things they had at hand, her trust and faith in her friends and him, her unrelenting drive to make the world a better place. She was more of a light to him than she would ever know. "You're right… It's there. I can see it," he stated and looked back at her, enthralled, until she coyly blushed and lowered her eyes. Clearing his throat, he let go of her hand and took another drag from his cigarette. "So, do you have any other smart idea in your lovely detective brain on how we could get forward in this case?"

Chloe released a soft laugh, enjoying how he weaselled his way out of their sweet moment. "Well, I think that we should actually call it a day."

His expression faltered in an instant. "What?! What about the good that we just need to look for?! I thought we'd continue and not give up just like that!"

She had to force herself to hold back a chuckle at his reaction. "Lucifer, we're not giving up," she assured him softly. "We just need some rest and look at things with fresh eyes. Give everything from today some time to sink in. Besides, you still need to talk to Amenadiel."

"Right…" he sighed, finished off his cigarette and stomped it out on the ground. "Fine then. Let's call it a day and see what's on your desk tomorrow." An idea popped up in his mind and his expression changed, becoming filled with longing and a hint of mischief, his lips tugging up into a cheeky smirk. "How about dinner at my place, once I'm done with my brother? And then we can… rest those tired eyes of ours."

Face lighting up with a smile and her cheeks blushing again, Chloe nodded. "Sounds good to me." Catching a quick kiss from him, she headed back to her car. It had been a long day of investigation and she knew when it was better to take a step back. And ever since she learned about the celestial side of things, the need to take a step back and get some re-energizing distance happened to her a bit more frequently, but was nothing Lucifer ever complained about. She was glad he agreed, even though, if she was honest with herself, she was very likely still continuing to wrack her brains over the case overnight.

Talking with Amenadiel was awkward and not easy. When Lucifer had asked his brother to come over, he tried to merely explain what he thought to be vital information, such as the butcher possibly going on a hunt for Amenadiel next. But his brother became pushy on getting down to the nitty gritty details and he did not let the topic drop for Lucifer's sake. It was exhausting and embarrassing to explain to him the gory details of what had truly happened to him and of the things he so far remembered. And given the prospect of ending up butchered like Lucifer and, perhaps worse, ending up killed, Amenadiel was now rather upset to say the least.

"Luci, why haven't you told me this earlier today?! This means not only that I am in danger, but more importantly also Linda and Charlie!" Amenadiel exclaimed, leaning in on him angrily.

"I'm sorry, brother, I was quite frankly focussing on trying to catch that bastard so he would be no danger to anybody anymore altogether!" Lucifer countered and released a pent up sigh before downing the rest of his bourbon. "Look, I'm working on this with the Detective and Miss Lopez. You just stay at home and don't talk to any strangers. Especially none with medical attire and cold blue eyes, alright?"

Amenadiel took a breath to protest, but then dropped the attempt. There was no use in arguing about an issue his brother had not seen as problematic, because he was applying his own logic and standards to it. It wasn't that Lucifer had wanted to put him and his family in danger, but rather the contrary. He wanted to protect them. "Next time something celestially comes up, you'll inform me, Luci. Got it?" he muttered and gave him a pointed look which was all the recrimination he was going to do.

"Of course. Although I work on the part that nothing celestial will come up again," Lucifer pointed out and momentarily wondered how that had ended up as an innuendo he didn't like. "Anyways, if there is any news, I will let you know."

"Thanks, Luci." With a shrug of his shoulders, the dark angel spread his wings and took flight, disappearing out of sight in the evening sky above LA.

Lucifer looked after him, watching as his strong, majestic wings carried him away and back home. Swallowing thickly, he looked over to his Jacuzzi and ground his teeth. The saying was true. You never realise the value of something until it's gone. The burnt bones and piles of ash were just as painful to look at than when they had still been his also severed but still feathered wings.

[BANNERS - Got It In You (Acoustic)]

"Hey," Chloe's voice rang softly from behind him, causing him to turn around.

Apparently she had just come by after Amenadiel's departure. Or how long have I stared at my burnt wings?, he wondered, puzzled for a moment. "Oh, hey," he replied, surprised, and smiled at her when he took in her attire. She had changed at home into her dark blue, silken blouse that was sprinkled with tiny stars and she now wore her hair open and wavy. The close proximity of her made him catch her scent and in an instant he forgot any logic of how to speak a coherent sentence as well as his manners. Ogling her dreamily, his mouth hanging open, he shuddered as her hand reached up and touched his stubbly cheek. "My apologies, Detective," he breathed and harrumphed, collecting his senses again. "You look… stunning." Her eyes sparkled at him and a radiant smile crept up her full lips, tearing him out of his focus again for a second and causing his heart to jump.

"Thank you, Lucifer," Chloe answered, flustered from seeing what an impact her appearance had on him. In return, she took note of his own looks, enjoying the slightly disheveled style with his sleeves rolled up and the top button of his shirt open. But she could see the tiredness in his eyes that lingered deep in the dark pools of brown. He had been through a lot today, again, and she knew that it was important to seek out the active rest for them both. "You look quite handsome yourself, but also... really exhausted," she commented back honestly and let her hand glide down his arm, entwining her fingers with his.

"I suppose today has taken quite its toll on me," Lucifer muttered with a tired smile. "Where's your spawn?"

"Actually Dan has asked her if she could stay at his place," she told him, walking back inside the penthouse.

"Hold on. He asked her?" he repeated, surprised, imagining the spawn babysitting Dan. It certainly painted an amusing picture in his mind.

"Yeah, I know," she chuckled, knowing exactly how absurd it sounded. "I think he wanted to have her around him to soothe the repercussions of divine exposure with some Unstable Unicorns and a movie night."

"Ah, well, an evening just for the two of us then," Lucifer purred and stole a kiss from her when suddenly the elevator pinged and opened, revealing a lone standing service cart with various plates on it which were all covered by silver cloches. "Oh! Perfect timing!" Rushing over to the elevator, he took a hold onto the cart and drove it towards her. "Fancy dinner inside or on the balcony?"

Chloe stood perplexed. She had imagined that Lucifer perhaps would have prepared something small for them or that they would even prepare dinner together, but she hadn't imagined he would order an extravagant meal directly into his penthouse. On the other hand, she quickly realised that it was quite a typical move from her beloved Devil. He didn't care for the price, he enjoyed making her happy and surprising her, whether it was with cheesy self-made sandwiches or a fancy three-course meal ordered from a Michelin star restaurant. "Umm… Balcony. Why not," she replied with a thankful smile and went outside, settling down at his small patio table.

She watched him park the cart at the floor-to-ceiling windows of his living room and with a reach beneath the cart, he revealed two glasses. He diligently placed the plates with the cloches on the table and filled their glasses with champagne from a bottle he pulled from the carts' lower segment. It was fascinating to observe Lucifer as he put everything on the table. He had a certain look on his face that was a mix of excitement, nervousness and concentration, that resembled the look she knew from Trixie when she was working on something that was important to her with lots of passion.

Having everything prepared, Lucifer lifted the first two cloches of their meal. "Et Voilà. Pasta with smoked salmon, white truffle and cream sauce," he announced with a bright smile and sat down opposite to her. "It's the best in town. Hope you like it."

Returning his smile with a radiant one of her own, she took in the sight and smell of the dish and her mouth watered. "Wow… Thank you. Can't wait." Lifting her glass, she held it out towards him and watched him follow suit, although with a curious frown, silently questioning her what they were clinking glasses on. "To a day not wasted, to not giving up, and to Flora."

With a sudden lump in his throat, he nodded and clinked her glass. "To her," he agreed, trying not to show that he felt uncomfortable with seeing their trip around town as anything else but a waste of time. But it didn't need a second, before Chloe seemed to pick up on his thoughts anyhow.

After taking a small sip of champagne, she set down her glass and eyed him thoughtfully. "It wasn't a waste of time, Lucifer," she pointed out, gently. "We did everything we could for today. And tomorrow we will do the same again, on the basis of the information we have. You didn't fail her."

He looked back into her soft, encouraging eyes with doubt and insecurity. "It feels like it's not enough," he breathed. "If I would just remember then-"

"It's not your fault, Lucifer," she insisted, reaching over the table to squeeze his wrist. "Don't go down that road. You are not to blame for any of this. That psycho is. So if you wanna be angry, then aim that anger at him, but not yourself, because then you're just standing in your own way. And that won't help Flora."

"You're right. I shouldn't blame myself. Old habits and all that," he muttered with a weak smile and nodded at her again. She was right, it wouldn't help Flora, if he would be so harsh on himself. He would need to focus on the information they got. Afterall, having worked with Chloe for the past few years, he had come to realize that there was always a way, always a trace, a clue or a suspicious hole in the otherwise flawless criminal plot that they found. It was just a matter of time and not giving up. "Now, let's eat dinner, before it gets cold."

[Music Y - Dark ambient music]

The next day the team assembled with rested minds and eyes at the precinct. Gathering in Ella's lab, Chloe, Lucifer and Dan looked at the forensic expectantly.

"So, Ella, what have you got?" Chloe asked, watching Ella pick up a file from the table in the back.

"Full ME report finally came in." Putting the file on the big table in the centre of the room, she turned the report towards them to look through. "Cause of death was not blood loss like I first assumed as an option. It was actually a hyperacute rejection. She had multiple organs failure due to the rejection of the wings from her system."

"Huh… I see… Makes sense," Chloe murmured quietly, nodding in union with Lucifer.

Dan on the other hand stemmed his hands to his hips. "It makes sense? How so? A rejection of the wings?" he repeated, sceptically. "I mean… They're fake. How would you even have a connection between flesh and something that's simply plastic or some other synthetic compound and then say there was a rejective reaction?"

This was a problem. Dan did of course have a point. From all he knew, this physical reaction did make no sense, especially because Ella had put into her own report the fakeness of the wings. Wings that now were in nobody's possession anymore. Lucky for her, nobody had asked to check on them again. But Dan questioning the topic of the wings was a dangerous game of beating around the bush. It could backfire and risk the whole case being transferred to someone else.

"Well, you know! It was the outsides of the wings that were fake, sure," Ella began to explain in a nervous outburst, desperately reaching for some kind of white lie to make the situation plausible. "But the insides! Puh! You should've seen them! It was all with sinews and muscles and bones…"

The moment he made a step forward and opened his mouth to protest on the so-called fake wings, Lucifer felt Chloe's hand on his back. Stopping himself with a low grumble, he ground his teeth and added in a semi-angry tone, "Yes, yes. They were looking so bloody real inside, weren't they? I mean, they could almost convince one they were actually real angel wings, am I right?!" Adding a hysterical laughter he couldn't hold back, he gave Ella and Chloe a glare before taking a step away to let off some steam in the distance.

Dan stared at Lucifer in utter confusion and his posture suddenly changed, turning weirdly insecure. He began to shift from one foot to the other, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to say something, but then stopped himself again, thinking, before repeating the process again and again, all the while starting to breathe more heavily.

"Are you alright, Daniel?" Lucifer asked in a mix of astuteness and condescension, sizing him up, curiously. "You look like a dog who's owner played a disappearing trick on him and thus is going completely nuts. You look less funny though. Are you having trouble breathing, thinking, speaking or all of the above? Your face is actually really red right now. Maybe you should-"

But Daniel didn't react to Lucifer's provocative joke, instead he lifted a pointed finger at Lucifer. "Is this…." Dan began, but trailed off immediately, his hand going to his mouth in thought and tension. "Are you- … Are these- … Am I on some kind of trip again without noticing it?! I swear, I didn't take anything yesterday!"

"What?" Lucifer mouthed, perplexed, and tilted his head in wonder.

"Those… Those wings… I can't…." Licking his lips again and again in a fit of craze, Dan shook his head, unable to form a coherent sentence. "It's not possible… It can't be true…"

And then Dan's babbling and panicking made sense. He was at the thin threshold between disbelief and belief, a fine line where a small nudge would make all the difference. And if not threaded carefully, Dan's whole psyche could simply collapse. "Oh dear…" Lucifer sighed in understanding. "Detective…" Turning towards Chloe, he took a deep breath. "I'm afraid Daniel has taken more damage than it first appeared," he whispered, giving her a pointed look as if it needed a reminder on what he was talking about.

Chloe's chest tightened in shock and concern. She had been worried the day before, but felt content with Lucifer's reaction over Dan probably just being super confused. It hadn't really occurred to her that he still might have truly taken a lasting damage. "What?! How- W-what is that supposed to mean?! Are you saying he's gone mad?" she asked in a whisper-shout, her eyes wide.

"Well, if you put it like that-" he began, sarcastically, earning himself an angry-Detective-look that caused him to falter momentarily. Her glare truly could bring him to swallow his silly-inner-child within a millisecond. "His brain isn't scrambled eggs, ready for the bin just yet, if that's what you're thinking. He's just… He needs… perspective."

"Hey! I can hear you two talking about me!" Dan grunted angrily, but his self-esteem crumbled a moment later as he fell back into quiet mumbling over the wings.

Mostly ignoring Dan's little outburst, Chloe turned back to Lucifer. "Perspective?! And what does that mean?!"

"It means that he needs proof. He needs the truth, Detective. And he needs support," he explained, his mind already running a million miles per hour, thinking about how to best do that. It wasn't as if he had never thought about the possibilities. He had thought of all of them a million times in regards to Chloe, with wings and Devil face, just like without either of them. He had thought about his blazing hellfire eyes, his immortality when she wasn't around, displaying more of his inhuman strength and speed, and, like early in their partnership, his blood, the way Miss Lopez had found out. But as of late, there was one more thing he could show Dan. Not that it would be direct proof, but it would hopefully help.

Stepping to the windows of the lab, Lucifer swiftly grabbed the cord of a blind and shut it close, before repeating the step on the other blinds.

"What the heck are you doing, man?" Dan asked, irritated, becoming even more jumpy and nervous when Chloe stepped closer to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. Not sure if she was there to support him or hold him in place, he swallowed thickly and looked between her and Lucifer with growing fear. Glancing over to Ella, he pleaded for help. "Ella... what the hell is going on?"

The forensic looked back at him apologetically. Having heard the discussion between Lucifer and Chloe, she knew exactly what Lucifer meant with the proof and the support that was needed. There was no easy way to go about it though. Her own celestial revelation had been rather unspectacular. But having seen Lucifer's wings and also Amenadiel the previous morning in the church had been another level of worldshifting. She was glad that her faith was actually helping her cope. "You gotta have faith, Dan. It's all good," she assured him with a smile she knew was lacking the power to fully convince.

"There you go. No room for prying eyes," Lucifer said lowly, once the last blind was shut and the lock on Ella's door clanked. Turning back towards Dan, he released a long breath and shrugged out of his suit jacket. Placing it aside, he sternly went on with opening and removing his vest.

"Wait… W-what are you d-d-doing?" Dan stuttered, his eyes widening with surprise and horror.

"I'm going to show you-" Lucifer began, but Dan interrupted him immediately.

"Oh god, please don't! You know that I am not gay!" he exclaimed in pure terror and tried to walk backwards, but Chloe made that impossible as she stood in his way and kept him in place.

"...gay? What?" Lucifer blinked in confusion. It took him a moment to grasp what Dan must've assumed and as he understood, he rolled his eyes with a sigh. "Sorry, Daniel, but I'm not interested in you either. This is about giving you what you need-" Pausing himself mid-sentence, he lifted a finger, regretting his choice of words. "Ugh, nevermind. Whatever I say, it will probably have the wrong meaning to you, so just wait."

Opening the buttons of his shirt, he slid out of the sleeves and took another deep, bracing breath. With Dan's eyes glued to his bare torso - he didn't blame him for the awkwardly impressed look on his face - Lucifer turned around, exposing his back and the two gruesome looking scars. Yes, they had healed to an extent. The redness had reduced and the inflammation on the edges as well. But the scar tissue remained raw and edgy, making it unmistakably clear of the torment he had endured, of all the pain, the suffering and abuse.

"This is what you need to see, Daniel," Lucifer spoke over his shoulder. "My wings have been taken from me. There are no photographs from Miss Lopez of the wounds that my kidnapper inflicted on me, only the medic's descriptions in the report, that I am sure you must've read. But seeing is something entirely different than just reading…. Isn't that right?" He added the last words in a whisper, addressing not only the wounds on his back, but the topic as a whole. Wings. Angel wings. A celestial world that existed right under his nose. The stories from tales and the bible were not just stories after all. There was a truth that could be seen, if it was revealed to mortal eyes.

Dan's eyes blinked as he saw the massive scars, and then he let out a quiet gasp of shock. It wasn't really that deep-rooted gasp you might think of when one was really horrified, but more like a disbelieving, surprised one. For a moment, Dan's mouth opened and closed again like it had before, until his head tilted and his eyes squinted in what seemed to be scepticism. "That's not… They can't be…" he stammered with a short, dismissive laugh and made a quick step towards Lucifer.

"What?" Lucifer breathed, surprised over Dan's reaction. Seeing him stepping closer, he remained in his position though, figuring it was necessary to give Dan all the time he needed to explore and finally understand.

Reaching out, he brushed his fingers over the marred skin of the right scar, feeling the soft tissue, edgy and uneven. It felt thin somehow, typical for a scar, but at the same time it was sturdy, burnt into its shape as if someone had sculpted metal. Releasing a shuttering exhale, of a realisation lurking in the shadows of the back of Dan's mind, he pressed his fingers harder against the skin and dragged them along the area. And then his eyes widened in shock.

"They're… they're real… But that's… They are actually real…" Blinking in a continuous flutter like a broken neon light, he stumbled back, his mind stuttering with images flashing up of the wings he had seen at the crime scene. "No…. No… That's… Oh god…"

Eventually turning around, Lucifer slid his shirt back on and closed the buttons. "That's my Father, Daniel," he pointed out drily and observed as Dan seemed to have a mental short circuit.

"The… the wings.. They… they were…" Dan stuttered, tears starting to well in his eyes as he remembered the grotesque scenery in the church and suddenly his brain connected the dots, causing a realisation to settle in. "They were yours… Y-y-you are… an an-n-n-gel… Oh m-my god…" But then the shock turned into something else entirely. A joy sparked inside him as his brain tried to wrap itself around what he had just figured out. "An angel… An actual angel...Holy crap…." A chuckle flew past his lips, then another and another, until he fell into a heartfelt laughter.

Grumbling a quiet bloody hell, Lucifer put on his vest. "Yes to the first, no to the second. Angel and the Devil. Not God. Like I told you on countless occasions." Halting his movements as he noticed Daniel didn't really react to his words but just kept on laughing, he shared a concerned look with Chloe and Ella. "...Daniel? Erm… Are you… alright? I did expect quite a few reactions. Finding out that I'm the Devil is usually making people scream, become petrified or wet themselves... but this… I didn't really see coming. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm glad you're having a good time, Daniel."

It was bizarre how the brain handled information. Some slipped into his mind and settled in, some swooshed through him without any of his synapses making a connection, at least not on the first mention. On the second though, it did settle in and it didn't do so softly, but with the brute force of a sledgehammer. Dan's laughter died down from one second to the next and his eyes turned empty with shock, again.

Sighing, Lucifer's own smile dropped. "Uh-oh…. Cheered too early, didn't I…?"

"D-D-Devil?! The DEVIL?!" Dan erupted, his hands pulling fistfuls of his air in despair.

"Aaaand here we go again…" Lucifer drawled with a disillusioned flap of his arms.

"Dan…" Chloe chimed in, gently and calmingly, but Dan pulled away from her touch and retreated into the back corner of the lab. "Dan, I know this is a lot. But Lucifer isn't what the stories make him out to be."

"You just gotta see our Lucifer, you know?" Ella tossed in with a warm smile. "Quirky, adorable, Lucifer."

"Adorable?!" Lucifer repeated, offended, giving the forensic a sharp glare. "I'm not a dog!"

"...aaaand oftentimes hyperbolically offended for no reason at all," she added with a daring, raised brow at the Devil.

"Our… Our Lucifer?" Frightened still, but his eyes turning more timidly, Dan swallowed hard, trying to get rid of the lump in his throat. "So you… you're real…. Everything… is real?"

"Well, as the Detective pointed out, humanities stories about me are very…. false," he pressed out with mild contempt. "But… the overall gist, yes. Heaven, hell, angels and demons. They all exist."

Again Dan's synapses jolted with information being smacked back and forth through his brain, rendering as much as it could at a time. His pale face had turned rather red from the amount of processing he was doing. "So there's a killer out there who butchered off your real angel wings and put them on that woman?!" he exclaimed exasperatedly.

"Ahh… Now you've got it, Daniel. Bravo! I honestly have underestimated you. Didn't think you'd get the hang of it that quickly. Really just took you a minor brain-melt," Lucifer cheered, clapping his hands before he completed his attire again with his jacket and habitually adjusting the lapels and sleeves back to their usual perfect fit. "So, would you mind if we get back to, you know, the case? And by 'the case' I mean, my case."

Unable to find words while his brain was wrapping around all the details he had known about the case before this big revelation, he just nodded at Lucifer and backed off, to just let his thoughts simmer and whatever was spoken, sink in.

"Right, Miss Lopez, where were we, before we tossed Daniel into the bowl of celestial soup?" Lucifer asked, hands leisurely slipping into his pockets.

Ella looked at her notes and files, getting back to her previous topic. "Okay. ME report. Cause of death, multiple organs failure. Now get this: Time of death turned out to be 4 am."

Chloe's face paled. "4 am?" she mouthed. "That means she was alive when she was brought to the church. She hung there for at least four hours before she died." This was a new kind of extreme. Another sick brick to the wall of horrors of this case. She could see Lucifer was thinking the same, given the tightening of his jaw, his grinding teeth, and the appalled and angry look in his face. She knew that look. He wanted to punch someone into oblivion. Preferably the killer. "Did you get something on the skin analysis?"

"Wish I could say it's amazing news. She was cleaned with a medical soap," Ella explained with a wry smile. "I checked the composition. Turns out it's a soap from the brand called Ecolab. It's used quite frequently in hospitals unfortunately, so it's not a rarity in the field."

"Okay… And what about all the metal parts that were on her back and the wings?" Upon seeing Ella's expression however, she sighed. "Lemme guess. Typical medical equipment in hospitals."

"Well, the brackets with eyes for the rope at the wing bones definitely looked like something from a hardware store and the plates that were used for fixation, yeah, Typical medical equipment. Sorry Chloe…"

"No, actually… That's not too bad. I mean... This is specific material for emergency surgery, right?"

Lucifer leaned in with his eyes sparkling with the hint of a lead at the tip of his tongue. "Which means, if we cross out laboratories and the clinics that don't have an emergency surgery included, we could narrow down our list," Lucifer concluded along with her, his mood gaining a positive jolt.

Smiling back at him, Chloe nodded. "Exactly."

"Then what are we waiting for?! Let's bloody cross check that list!" Lucifer exclaimed with eagerness, clapping his hands and rubbing them in excitement. "We have to catch ourselves a butcher!"

A/N: And so Dan knows! He isn't having an "easy time" with accepting Lucifer, but at least he's able to not let it get in the way of the investigation. He just… sits back while his half-melted brain is trying to restart again xD Now, Chloe and Lucifer are back on the hunt! Let me know what you think and I'll see you in the next chapter :)

- Luni