"Running Up That Hill" - Placebo or (Kate Bush)

Both version of the song are good.

When I think of Lilith, I picture Angela Bassett. If you don't agree, fight me haha. If you've ever seen her with long straight hair… Boom she looks like Mazikeen. Give her her huge mane, and the woman is literally generating Queen of Hell energy. Although I love the idea of a Maze being the same image of her mother, I can't keep thinking of Angela Bassett. I love the sass and authority she radiates.

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Hell

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Lilith could hear Lucifer pacing up and down as she went over her paperwork. She ignored him for the most part, but his constant sighing was driving her crazy. She rolled her eyes and dropped her pen. As she imagined, Lucifer had his hands behind his back. He was pacing back and forth with something on his mind.

"If you're insistent on pacing back and forth while I work, might I suggest taking this little show outside," Lilith spoke up.

Lucifer ignored Lilith's words. His pacing continued with his eyes focused somewhere else.

"You're more than welcome to have a seat," she tried again.

"No thank you," he replied.

"Sweetie, your pacing is quite annoying. I can't do my work if you're walking up and down in front of me."

He ignored her.

Lilith let out a sigh.

"You know I'm not keeping you here under lock and key. You're more than welcome to go whenever you please. I'm not holding you back anymore," she stated.

Lucifer came to a stop and looked at her. His mouth moved side to side thinking about her proposal.

"And there it is." She nodded her head as she found out what was on his mind. She closed up the folder to her paperwork and set it off to the side. "Sit."

Lucifer walked over to the chair across from her and had himself a seat. He placed his right arm on the table. His teeth were nervously biting at the skin around his thumb.

"What's got you all nervous?" She asked.

"I'm a little nervous, aren't I?"

"Sweetie, I can feel your foot bouncing against the floor." She looked down at the table motioning at the light movement. Lucifer stopped immediately and flung himself back into the chair. He let out a dramatic sigh. "What's wrong?"

Lucifer's arms hung off the arm rest. His torso was slumped against the chair, not at all concerned for his spine. His jacket was riding up his chest. Lilith tried not to laugh as she watched Lucifer act like a bored teenager.

"I'm not sure," he said. Lucifer lifted himself up and corrected his seating.

"Would a certain human be the cause of this little funk?"

"Perhaps…" He looked away.

Lilith knew it was about Chloe. It's all he ever talked about.

Chloe would do it this way. Chloe doesn't interrogate like that. No no, you're doing it wrong. Think like the Detective. What would the Detective do?

The man was obsessed with his little miracle. And to be honest, everyone was sick of it. He would mope around days on end and sigh louder than the saddest soul. She hadn't properly given him the green light to leave, but she assumed he'd leave knowing she had things under control now. She was no longer demanding his attention. She had things under control. That is, for a couple of days.

"Luce…" She called out his name to grab his attention. When he looked over, she reached over the table and asked for his hand. He rolled his eyes and handed it over. "Is there a certain human you are ignoring?"

"I'm not ignoring anyone…"

Lilith raised her eyebrow.

"I'm not ignoring her…" he murmured.

"Then why are you not with her right now?"

"I'm needed here."

"Phss!" Lilith voiced throwing raspberries. "I'm running the show here. If you were needed, you'd be doing the paperwork not me." She let go of his hand and leaned back into her chair.

"You're still not ready to take over for eternity. Don't get ahead of yourself."

"Fine." She relaxed into her chair. She crossed one leg over the other and smiled at Lucifer. "But you have to admit, I'm doing pretty damn good."

"You are," he said with pride.

"So tell me," she slapped the palm of her hand across the table. "Why are you hiding down here?"

"I'm not…" One look from Lilith and he stopped lying to himself. He sighed. "Fine," he said defeated. He pulled his hand off the table and laid it across his lap. .

"It's nothing to be ashamed of, sweetie. Would you like to talk to me about it?"

"I…" He shook his head trying to figure out a way to open up. He knew if anyone understood the problem with love, it'd be Lilith. He brought his hand up and pinched the brim of his nose.

"Why haven't you left yet?" She asked.

"Because you need me here," he clarified.

"I need supervision, not constant attention. It's not like I haven't watched Hell without you before."

Lucifer brought up his other hand and buried the heel of his wrist against his eyes. He let out a groan in frustration. He then brought them around his face so his thumbs could rest under his chin. It looked like he was praying as he stared at Lilith.

"Sweetie…" Lilith reached out once more. She laid her hand on the table showing she was there for him. "You can talk to me."

He dropped his hands on the table, palm up. His eyes fell onto her hand. He let out a sigh.

"I'm afraid I might ruin everything with the Detective before it has even started," he admitted.

"How would you do that?"

"There are a lot of ways… this for starters," he motioned between them. "I can barely get two words out. It's like a scolding hot branding iron is being shoved down my throat."

Lilith chuckled at his struggle. She reached forward and grabbed his hand. He was in love. He'd never in his life had a problem with expressing his feelings before. She knew his loss for words was due to his love for a human.

"Don't laugh at me," he whined.

"I'm sorry. I just find it sweet." She pulled her hand back and smiled at him. "She means a lot to you. It's normal to worry about messing a relationship up. It means you care."

"Really?" Lucifer asked.

"Yes. I may not have a great love of my own, but I've met a few men and women that have caught my attention in my long life."

Lucifer nodded his head. Lilith leaned back into her chair and looked at her friend. She could still see something eating at his brain.

"There's more?" She asked.

"I… I made the mistake of not telling the Detective... Chloe" he corrected, "about her situation with my father…" He shook his head, "she's going to hate me."

"This is the miracle your father created?"

Lucifer nodded his head.

"I see…" She uncrossed her legs and leaned forward once more. She grabbed onto Lucifer's hands, squeezing them. "Hey… Take it from someone who was made for a purpose. The truth is going to hurt for her to hear."

"You are really bad at this advice thing," Lucifer voiced. He pulled his hand away annoyed.

"I'm not done," she cut him off. "I'm not going to sugarcoat things for you. The truth is going to come as a shock to her, there's no denying that. But I highly doubt she's going to hate you for it. Her existence isn't your fault."

"Is it not? My father practically created her of me."

Lilith pushed herself out of her chair and walked around to sit besides Lucifer. She pulled the chair out and sat down. Lucifer turned in his seat to face her. She grabbed his hands once more and gave it a squeeze.

"Did he plop her on your lap and say, here a peace offering. Do what you want with her?"

"No… but he might as well have."

"Lucifer…" She shook her head. "From what you've told me, that sweet girl had a life of her own before she met you. It would be one thing if your father sent her to you as a babe, but she's lived a life separate from yours. She has to know deep down in her heart that this can't be your fault. You're just worrying."

"You don't know Chloe. She almost killed me when she found out I was the Devil…"

Lilith smiled at that. She could hear the humor behind his voice. Something told her, he knew it was a misunderstanding, so she didn't worry. Lilith was starting to admire this girl. Not any people would try such a thing knowing the consequences. She shook her head, pulling her attention back to the topic at hand.

"If the connection is there, it really shouldn't matter. With that standing, you have to be there for her and give her the space she needs. But most of all," she reached up and cupped his cheek, "show her everything is true and real between the both of you. Don't let her doubt anything for a second."

"I suppose I could do that… Has anyone ever told you how good you are at these pep talks?"

"I thought I was bad at them?" She smirked.

"I spoke too soon…" He admitted. "Thank you."

"Anytime, sweetie." She gave his cheek a pat and pushed herself away. She stood up from her chair. Lilith grabbed her folder off her desk and started walking away.

"Where are you going?" Lucifer called out.

"I'm endlessly working, sweetie. I have to check out the southern border. Would you like to accompany me? Seeing as you're still stalling." She placed her hands on her hips.

"Yes, please." He picked himself off his chair and walked over to her. "And for the record, I'm going not because I'm stalling, but to ensure you know what you're looking for. And," he added, "to talk more of this with you."

"Mhm, sure." Lilith dropped her hand and motioned for him to get up. "Something tells me I'm going to have to beat some sense into you."

"Promise to be gentle?" He smirked.

"Never." She matched his teasing. She placed her arm around his when he stood besides her. "But something tells me I'm going to have to talk your ear off just so I can get you to leave." Lucifer let out a chuckle. He knew that was exactly what she was going to have to do. He was going to need a very rough shove to get him out of Hell.

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Penthouse

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Lucifer tossed his brother's wallet onto the glass table and leaned back to watch his brother talk on the phone. He could see his brother smiling from ear to ear. He started to wonder who he was talking to. The muffled conversation was something he could barely make out.

"I see you got home safe," Michael said.

"I did. I'm walking to my apartment as we speak."

"Did you manage to find a good parking spot?"

"Sadly no, but that's okay."

"I'm sorry. I should have had us take an Uber instead of using your car." Michael looked over at his brother and found him looking in his direction. He shook his head and walked further into the balcony.

"No no, you're fine. It's a nice walk. I'm on the phone with you. Everything is all good."

"I don't like the idea of you having to park so far away from your apartment. Not after you told me about that serial killer on the loose."

"I have my mace and kick ass self-defense training."

Michael could hear her throwing punches at the air. He shook his head and smiled.

"Good to know," he chuckled. "How close are you to the apartment now?" Michael asked. He leaned against the glass rail and stared out into the building skyline.

"Mmm… I'm almost to the parking lot."

The sound of her shoes patting on the floor assured him she was now on walking on asphalt.

"Keep your eyes peeled."

"I am," Ella chuckled.

"Just making sure." Michael turned around and found his brother walking closer to the sliding glass door. He waved his hand signaling for Lucifer to go away.

"What are you doing?" Ella asked.

"Nothing," Michael answered quickly.

"Sounds like you're shushing someone away," she laughed.

"I…" He smiled. "I am actually. Sorry."

"Who's demanding your attention?" She asked.

"My nosy brother."

"Walking up the stairs now," Ella instructed. "Oh! Tell Amenadiel I say Hi."

"Oh uh… I'll tell him when we get off the phone."

He could hear her running up the stairs. Her short huffs instructed him she reached the top. He could hear the jingling of her keys, followed by the front door opening.

"Home sweet home," she sang out.

"Shall I let you get settled in for the night and sleep?" Michael asked.

"Yeah… As much as I'd like to stay on the phone, I should get off so I can take a shower and slip into bed."

"Say no more." Michael practically ran over to the glass door and prevented his brother from opening it. "I'll let you go."

He mouthed, stop it, to Lucifer. The Devil just smiled and pulled harder to open the door.

"Thank you for the nice night, Michael. I had a really nice time."

"I did as well, darling. And no, thank you for spending the night with me." Michael smiled into this phone.

"Before this turns into a match of us just thanking one another, let me be the first to say goodnight. I'll see you Saturday, remember five o'clock."

"Yes. Five o'clock on Saturday," he repeated.

"Good. Goodnight, Michael."

"Goodnight, my dear. Sleep well."

"You as well. Bye."

"Bye."

He pulled his phone away and ended the call. As his hand left the door, Lucifer pulled it open and grinned at his brother.

"And who was that?" He asked.

Michael rolled his eyes and pushed his way back into the penthouse. Lucifer followed close behind waiting for an answer.

"Michael?"

"None of your business," he replied.

"Are you seeing someone?" Lucifer smiled. He walked up to his brother and started jabbing his index fingers into Michael's side. "Come on, out with it. Who's the lucky lady? Or man. I won't judge."

"No no no. I'm not getting into this with you." Michael slapped his brother's hands away. He made his way passed the couch and over to the bar. Lucifer tailed behind, curious to get the answer out of his brother.

"Oh, come on. What good is being brothers if we can't talk shop?"

"Talk shop?" Micahel whispered. He didn't even know what that meant. "I'm not in the mood to open up. I've been out all day. I'm tired…"

"You're tired?" Lucifer blew raspberries. He waved his hand dismissing his brother's statement. "You just don't want to kiss and tell. Oh, come on," he begged. "I've never known you to go out with anyone. Who was the lucky human?" He pressed.

"None of your business," Michael replied. His tone was serious.

Lucifer gave his brother a once over. He wasn't sure if Michael was being protective or secretive. Either way Lucifer wasn't too happy. He assumed that they had formed a closer bond since the two started talking again. They were always so close before his fall. Lucifer lifted up his hands in surrender. He nodded his head and dropped the conversation.

"Alright. I'll back off."

"Thank you…"

Lucifer walked around the bar and started making himself a drink. His head was low as he concentrated on his pouring. Michael rolled his eyes. In all his years, he knew his brother was playing the part, trying to get him to feel guilty. Michael leaned over the bar and smirked at Lucifer.

"You know giving me the silent treatment isn't going to help," Michael said.

Lucifer placed the whiskey bottle on the counter. He narrowed his eyes on Michael and squinted. A smile spread across his face.

"It was worth a try," he chuckled.

"It's not that I don't want to tell you, I do…" He messed with the straw container in front of him. "It's just," Michael shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know how you'd react. She's your friend after all."

Lucifer had his glass up to his lips when Michael gave him a hint. He dropped it down immediately ready to start asking questions when Maze came through the elevator. The twins looked over with a smile on their faces.

"Oh ho ho!" Maze chuckled out. She walked over to the bar and stood besides Michael. The angel wrapped an arm around her, granting her a hug. She did the same before smiling at Lucifer. "I'm surprised to see you here."

"I could say the same," Lucifer replied. He looked between the two in front of him, confused about their familiarity.

"Michael and I always hang out. Unlike you, he likes hanging out with me." Maze leaned forward and grabbed Lucifer's drink out of his hand.

"Is that so?" Lucifer smirked between the two. In the back of his head he wondered if this was the person Michael was seeing.

"Yeah, we've really connected over the weeks. No more fighting," Michael replied. "I quite enjoy Mazikeen's company."

The two made a face at one another showing they were thick as thieves. Michael pulled back his arm and tapped his hands on the counter.

"Drinks?" He asked. He looked at his brother waiting for him to pour anything into glasses for them.

"I uh…" Lucifer shook his head. He wasn't sure how he felt about his brother and Maze being close. "Sure." He turned around and picked a different bottle off the rack. He took his time pouring him and Michael a glass.

"I'm surprised to see you here. When we got off the phone earlier, I could have sworn you had turned in for the night." Michael asked Maze.

"Eh," she shrugged her shoulders, "couldn't relax. Thought I'd come over and keep you company."

"Or you stopped by to see if Eve was around…" Michael said under his breath.

Lucifer was listening to them. He made a face as the two talked. The conclusion of his brother and Mazikeen hooking up while he was gone was becoming more and more a possibility.

"Shut up!" Maze exclaimed. She held a fond smile on her face as Michael said something ridiculous.

"I'm just saying. Do you even hear yourself?"

When Lucifer finished pouring everyone a glass he turned around and placed his hands on the counter.

"Right… I absolutely am not ok with this. I let it slide with Amenadiel and Linda, but Mazikeen, Michael? She's my friend not your," he motioned to the two, "shag."

"My what?" Michael said, flabbergasted. Maze's eyes practically popped out of her skull. Her mouth was opened, shocked. The heartiest laugh escaped her mouth as Lucifer's statement came out.

"You think?" She laughed. "Oh, this is beautiful."

"Wait wait wait wait! You think I'm sleeping with Mazikeen?" Michael asked.

Maze closed the distance between her and Michael. She wrapped her arms around his neck and started messing with his hair.

"He wishes," she whispered. Michael slapped her hands away.

"You wish," he replied. "Mazikeen and I are not seeing one another. We're just friends, Sam."

"But," he pointed between the two, "you two are…"

"Just friends," they said in unison.

"Then who were you on the phone with?" Lucifer asked.

"Oh, you haven't told him?" Maze whispered. She looked at Lucifer and smiled. Maze decided she wanted to have a little fun with the Devil. So she gave Lucifer the most absurd statement. "He's sleeping with Chloe."

"Mazikeen!" Michael exclaimed. He watched the red in his brother's eyes glow bright. He pushed himself away from the counter as Lucifer started to charge after him. "Hey hey hey, easy. Easy!" Lucifer's hand was gripping his brother's shirt. "I'm not sleeping with Chloe!"

Lucifer was blinded by rage. Michael was more than welcome to spend his money, live in his home, wear his clothes, but the only thing he asked was to stay away from Chloe. Lucifer pulled his brother close ready to start punching Michael.

"Relax, I was only kidding, Lucifer. He's not sleeping with her," Maze said.

The light chuckling from Maze could be heard from the living room. Lucifer wasn't convinced. His hold on Michael was still there. He brought Michael close to his face so he could look for the lie. Michael kept his hands up showing he wasn't willing to fight him on it.

"You really think I'd do that to you?" Michael asked.

"She was here all weekend, you said. The both of you were hand holding the last time I was here. Something is there," he seethed.

"She's like my sister, Sam!" Michael pushed Lucifer away, annoyed his brother would even bring up a conversation like this. "Relax."

"He's telling the truth," Maze called out. "His eye is on another lady."

"Mazikeen…" Michael called out.

Lucifer dropped his hand. He felt bad for overreacting, but there was no use apologizing now. He was far too interested in hearing what Maze had to say. Lucifer smoothed out his brother's shirt and smiled at Michael.

"Tell me Maze, who is this mystery girl?"

"Is this really important?" Michael slipped out of his brother's hold and walked over behind the bar to grab a freshly poured glass of whiskey. "It's not a big deal."

"I think it is," Maze said. "He's dating her now. They made it official two days ago." The demon leaned over the piano with a smile on her face. Michael rolled his eyes as he lifted the glass up to his lips.

"Who's the lucky lady?" Lucifer asked.

"Ella," Maze sang out.

"Miss Lopez?" Lucifer called out. He hummed at the thought. He hadn't expected that, but he saw the appeal.

Lucifer moseyed on over to his brother and wrapped his arm around Michael's shoulder. He gave him a little shake and slapped a hand across Michael's chest.

"Miss Lopez?" Lucifer asked. He couldn't believe it.

"It's Ella," Michael corrected.

"Oh I'm sorry, Ella." Lucifer looked at Maze and flashed her a smile. Lucifer shook his brother once more. "You thought I'd be mad?"

"Not mad. I just didn't know how you'd react. As you can tell, you didn't seem to react nicely to the thought of me being with Mazikeen or Chloe."

Lucifer made a face showing Michael was right.

"I haven't even told Amenadiel."

"Well I'm honored to know before him. I'm not mad or anything. I'm actually shocked. I didn't see the two of you bonding while I was away. How did that happen, by the way?"

"Uh… just kinda happened. She caught my attention and we just hit it off," Michael explained. "She's a really nice person." A smile spread across his face as he thought about Ella.

"Well look at you!" Lucifer slapped his hand across Michael's chest once more. "I've never seen you smile so bright. Did you just come back from a date with her?"

"I uh… I did," Michael chuckled. "We went on a date over in echo park. A boat ride."

"Ooo, romantic. Did you take her to a fancy restaurant afterwards?" Lucifer asked.

"No... We caught a taco truck around the corner."

"What?" Lucifer pulled back his arm, shocked. "No no no no no. You have to go big and spoil the girl. Food truck," Lucifer sounded disgusted by the thought.

"Hey we had a really nice night," Michael clarified.

"Yet she's not here with you to end the night…"

"I…" Michael moved away from Lucifer. He made a face at Maze when she smiled at him.

"Michael is saving himself," she replied.

"I'm not saving myself, Mazikeen. We just haven't had the time to… you know."

"He's saving himself," Lucifer told Maze. They stood side by side making fun of Michael.

"Why is that a problem?" Michael called out. He plopped himself on the couch and got comfortable.

"I never said it was," Lucifer replied.

He grabbed their glasses off the counter and handed them out. Maze plopped herself down on the couch besides Michael. Lucifer joined them by seating across from them. He distributed the glasses out to each. They gladly accepted and took a sip.

"So Ella?" Lucifer smiled. He leaned back into the chair and looked at his brother.

"You and Chloe," Michael retorted.

Lucifer hummed. He looked down into his drink and let the room fall silent once again.

"What are you doing here?" Maze asked. "I would have guessed you'd be over at Chloe's right now."

"I thought I could catch her here, turns out I arrived a day early."

"Ah," she said in realization. "The kids over. Gotcha. Still, though. It's never stopped you before."

Michael sat in silence watching his brother squirm under Maze's questions. Oh how the tables had turned.

"This visit is… well," Lucifer let out a sigh. "I have some things to talk to the Detective about... Some long awaited topics. I'm stalling." He lifted his glass up to his lips and drank from his glass.

"What's there to talk about? She already knows you're the Devil," Maze pointed out.

"Not everything," Michael added.

"Her miracle status," Lucifer clarified.

"Oh… Do you have to tell her?" Maze asked.

"I think it's best he did, Mazikeen. I'm just surprised it's you insinuating the conversation," Michael turned to his brother. He was shocked. He thought he would have to pressure his brother into talking it over with Chloe. Turns out his brother was learning from his mistakes.

"I want this to work out with the Detective and I. And with my return in a matter of weeks, it's best to get everything out of the way. That way we have a short distance between us should she not take it well…"

Michale and Maze looked over at Lucifer worried. They could practically see the anxiety seeping from his pores. The last thing they wanted was for another misunderstanding between Chloe and Lucifer. Maze picked herself up off the couch and walked over to Lucifer. She wrapped her arm around him and gave him a squeeze.

"If you need help, I'm always here to offer an ear."

"Thank you, Maze. But I think I got this conversation down. I'm going to tell her tomorrow night. Maybe treat her out before I break the news."

"Might I suggest a good bottle of tequila?" Michael suggested. "Something tells me alcohol will help her."

Lucifer shook his head.

"I think talking everything over with a clear head is best, but thank you."

"Suit yourself," Michael downed his drink and stood up from his chair. "Before I say anything I'll regret… I am going to turn in for the night. I was up early doing research. Have fun you two." He placed the glass on the table in front of them. "I'll head down to the precinct with you in the morning. Don't leave without me."

Lucifer gave his brother a thumbs up. With that said, Michael bid them a goodnight and headed to the guest rooms. As Michael disappeared Lucifer looked up at Maze and smiled.

"I hear Eve is in town…" He watched as the corner of her mouth tugged up.

"Shut up," she warned. She pulled him away and sat on the couch.

The two stayed up late into the night catching up with one another. When it got too late, Maze checked into the guest room besides Michael's room. As she slipped by his room she could hear vague moans of pain seeping out. He was having his nightmares again. She thought about entering but left him alone. She knew he didn't like being disturbed. So she pushed passed his room and walked into her own.