Back at the office, Chloe did some digging on Carmen Grant. The guy had no phone and no bank accounts. It was like he was a ghost. There wasn't even property registered under his name. Chloe knew he must have aliases, but tracking those down was gonna take time.

At least that would have been the case if Lucifer hadn't just shown up to work one day with a list of Carmen Grant's aliases.

"How?" Chloe asked, stunned.

"Let's just say I put Maze on the case," Lucifer smiled.

"Your bartender?" Chloe asked, still confused.

"My demon," Lucifer corrected. Chloe decided she would process that later.

"Carmen Grant is already a wanted man. We can have the police raid this address," Chloe said. "I just need to get a warrant."

"Okay and while we wait on the warrant we can pay him a social visit," Lucifer smiled.

"No, Lucifer, we can't do that," Chloe said.

"Well we can't let the police get ahold of the wings either," Lucifer reminded her. "I promise, no breaking and entering." She looked at him dubiously, but in the end gave in.

"I'm driving," she said.

"I would expect nothing less," Lucifer sighed as if someone had taken away his favourite toy.

Lucifer was oddly quiet while they drove. She could tell the loss of his wings was really bothering him. She couldn't help but wonder what he'd do with them when he found them. It sounded to her like he'd been keeping them in a box before, but after going to such lengths to get them back, would he really lock them away again? She couldn't help but wonder what he looked like with wings.

Chloe parked then turned to Lucifer. "No violence," she reminded him.

"Just some good solid threatening," Lucifer replied, as he got out of the car.

Chloe stood back a ways as Lucifer approached the door and rang the bell. When Carmen Grant opened it, she found herself actually a bit surprised that Maze's information had been good. Demon. She shook her head. Not something to think about now.

"It's... you," Carmen said, in a shaky whisper.

"That's right, me," Lucifer exclaimed. "Lucifer bloody Morningstar. Do you mind if I come in?" And without waiting for an answer Lucifer walked right in. Chloe followed quietly behind. She didn't have her gun out, but she was on edge, ready for anything.

"Who is she?" Carmen asked as he spotted Chloe. She was at a loss to try and explain her presence here, especially since she wasn't here in official police capacity and didn't have a warrant.

"She isn't what you should be worried about right now, Carmen," Lucifer said, turning Carmen's attention back on him and saving Chloe from having to explain herself.

"You don't understand," Carmen said shakely.

"No, I understand perfectly," Lucifer said with complete certainty. "A lifelong atheist, you took one peek at the wings and something changed in you. The great white light was revealed, and a believer was born. One who couldn't part with real divinity!"

"It wasn't my fault," Carmen said, sounding almost desperte now. "Someone tipped me off. I thought he was bringing me a sculpture. I didn't know what they were. I never would have done it if I'd had any idea what I was actually dealing with."

Chloe almost couldn't believe her eyes. Here was a grown man, a criminal even, falling apart in front of Lucifer over angel wings. Then again, listening to Lucifer talk to his brother yesterday had been quite something as well. The evidence really was piling up in favour of his actually being the Devil.

"Please, please," Carmen begged next, getting down on his knees. "You can't take them away. I can't live without them."

Lucifer didn't reply to him, but instead looked up at Chloe. "Do you still want to see, Detective?"

For just a second, Chloe considered turning him down. All her instincts were telling her the same thing: Lucifer was far more than human. But did she want complete proof? Did she want to witness it the way this man had?

"Yes," Chloe said, making up her mind. She was a cop. She trusted what she could see with her own eyes. She trusted evidence and proof and she would never be able to really understand the world again until she knew one way or another what Lucifer really was.

Leaving the groveling man where he lay, Lucifer walked into the next room and turned to face the back wall. Chloe turned, then just stared.

Mounted to the wall behind glass were a pair of angel wings. Glowing white, they didn't look to be of this world. Huge long piercingly white feathers ran virtually from the top. They were attached to a small piece of skin just like the replica had been. Even if they'd been nothing more than a prop for a movie, they were beautiful beyond belief. In their presence, however, there was no way for even Chloe's mind to believe they weren't real. You couldn't stand in the presence of these wings and not believe.

"They're gorgeous," Chloe whispered.

Lucifer was looking at her very intensely then. His eyes narrowed in concentration, watching her with all his attention.

"That's it?" Lucifer said. "That's all you have to say."

"You're the Devil," Chloe told him. "But you're also an angel." Seeing these wings was giving her a perspective she hadn't had before. It's quite a different thing knowing the devil to be a fallen angel and actually witnessing the proof of it with her own eyes.

"And you're okay?" Lucifer asked cautiously. He'd never stared at her so intensely before.

Chloe nodded. "It's not like you haven't always told me the truth," she replied.

A smile slowly spread across his face. It was different from the ones she usually saw there. This smile had nothing to do with a joke or snarky comment. He just seemed genuinely happy.

"And now to deal with the snivally mess," Lucifer said, as he walked away from his wings and back to Carmen who was still kneeling on the ground near his front door.

"Please, please don't take them," Carmen said again.

"Perhaps you don't understand," Lucifer began. He then continued with great authority, "they are mine."

At this point Carmen was quite the crying mess. "Now I have just one more burning question," Lucifer continued. "Who tipped you off?"

"A big dark guy," Carmen said, giving up all his information without a fight. Chloe could hardly believe this was the same man who had threatened them both with guns. He seemed so pathetic now. "Had a strange name. He told my guys where to find it, but he didn't say what it was."

"And what was the name?" Lucifer asked, with anger.

"Am-something," Carmen blubbled. "Amed maybe or Amen. Ended in eel."

"Amenadiel," Lucifer asked, coldly.

"Yes that was it," Carmen said. The scream of anger that came from Lucifer then was like nothing she'd ever heard.

"My own brother!" Lucifer yelled. "My very own brother, he did this?"

"I didn't know he was your brother," Carmen sobbed, collapsing completely to the floor now.

Lucifer seemed too stunned to spare a thought for Carmen. He'd walked away a few feet and turned to face his wings. She could almost feel the anger coming off him. Why would Amenadiel do this? The man Chloe had met seemed to be very concerned with keeping divinity a secret and yet he'd let the wings loose on the world. It didn't make any sense. But first things first.

"Carmen Grant, you have just confessed to stealing and trafficking illegal goods to a police officer," Chloe said, pulling handcuffs out of her pocket. "I'm gonna have to take you in."

To her surprise he didn't resist. It was like he'd lost the will to live. Carmen didn't even stand up to get arrested but rather allowed her to cuff him while a heep on the floor. Once Grant was secured Chloe called for backup.

"Get your wings and go," Chloe told Lucifer. "I'll tell them I came alone."

"Thank you, Detective," Lucifer said before disappearing into the room behind her.

It hardly seemed necessary to guard Grant until backup arrived. He was in such a sad state, but Chloe did it anyway. She briefed the officers that showed up, telling them almost everything, but leaving out that Lucifer was here and making it sound like the angel wings were fake. Since there really were a fake pair of angel wings in the FBI lock up right now it all tied together nicely.

After that she went home. Everything was happening so fast, Chloe could hardly believe that just a couple months ago her Lucifer-free life had been boring by comparison. Still, she was done trying to convince herself otherwise. Lucifer was the Devil, or at the very least a fallen angel which amounted to the same thing. The question now was why did the Devil want to work with her and why had Amenadiel gotten Lucifer's wings stolen.

Chloe had to admit she was also curious about what Lucifer had done with the wings once he'd gotten them out of there. Maybe when she saw him next he'd have those huge majestic wings on his back. Once again she thought of his scars. She wondered how he'd even managed to cut them off in the first place being invulnerable. He'd seemed so shocked by his own blood she believed him when he said he'd never bled before. What had he said about a blade that could hurt him? A demon blade forged in hell. Demon. His bartender was an actual demon. Maybe she'd cut his wings off, but if he wanted them gone, why did he look so upset when she saw his scars?

Chloe flung herself face first on the bed. Why couldn't she stop filling her head with questions she may never get the answers to? Hadn't she had enough problems before she'd suddenly taken on Lucifer's too?

To her great surprise there was a knock on her door. It was quite late. Picking up her gun, Chloe went to the door. Opening it she lowered her gun again. It was just the Devil. She had to resist laughing at the thought.

"Everything okay?" Chloe asked him. It was strange of him to just show up like this, and knocking no less.

"That's what I was going to ask you, Detective," Lucifer said. It was also strange that he hadn't just walked in like he normally did.

"Well Grant confessed pretty easily," Chloe said. "The FBI are happy they got him. It put a nice little bow on their auction raid."

"I see," Lucifer said. He moved slightly and in the change of lighting Chloe noticed the state of his face.

"What happened?" she asked, reaching out a little on impulse, but stopping herself before her hand got too far.

"Oh this," Lucifer said, brushing it off. "Just got into a bit of an argument with my brother on a beach. Do you mind if I come in?"

"I'm surprised you asked," Chloe almost laughed, but she moved aside to show he could come in.

Lucifer walked forward and she could see the number Amenadiel had done on his face. There was a fresh redness around his left eye that would probably be a deep bruise in a couple hours. Lucifer's lip was bleeding and he looked quite out of shorts.

"Does this mean you found out why Amenadiel tipped off the wing thieves?" Chloe asked.

"He wanted to make me want them again," Lucifer explained. "He wanted me to take the wings back."

"Why?" Chloe asked.

"He said he would do anything to get me back to hell," Lucifer replied.

"How do angel wings get you back to hell?" Chloe asked.

"That's how angels travel from heaven, to earth, to hell," Lucifer answered. "With their wings."

"So without them you are stuck here," Chloe continued. "On earth." Lucifer nodded. "What are you going to do with them now? Find a more secure box?"

"Oh no you were right, Detective," Lucifer said.

"About?"

"When you asked why I'd keep them all this time," he explained. "I couldn't admit it to myself then, but I kept them as an out, so if I ever wanted to return to hell I could."

"Still seems wrong to me that something could be severed from your body and then be reattached without rotting or-"

"Angelic flesh doesn't rot," Lucifer explained. "When severed it just stays exactly as it is."

Well that certainly explained a few things. Some of the floating questions in her head were falling away.

"Where are they now?" Chloe asked. "Did you take them back?"

"I burned them actually," Lucifer answered.

"Burned them?" Chloe said, shocked. "Why?"

"I don't ever want to go back to hell, Chloe," Lucifer said, softly. "So I burned my out."

There was silence for a moment while Chloe processed the information. Lucifer didn't take his eyes off her face.

There was a calmness to her mind that hadn't been there for the last several hours. As all her burning questions had dropped away, her mind had become still.

"Thank you," Chloe finally broke the silence.

"For what?" Lucifer asked, clearly surprised.

"For answering my questions," she explained. "So honestly."

"I never lie, Detective," Lucifer said simply. "You know that."

"Yes but you didn't have to tell me everything either," Chloe replied.

"I-" Lucifer said, but then he stopped. "I can't quite believe it."

"What?"

"You," he said. "You standing there being okay after seeing my wings."

"The wings were actually less mind shattering than watching you turn an entire gang into butter," Chloe chuckled. "And then promptly falling to the ground in front of me covered in blood."

Lucifer chuckled awkwardly. "Yes, that was a bit odd wasn't it."

"Do you know why you bled yet?" Chloe asked.

"Not a clue," Lucifer said slowly. She could tell by his voice that he wasn't very interested in the question. He was still looking at her, intensely.

"Do I have something in my teeth?" Chloe asked, feeling a little self conscious under his gaze.

"You're really okay?" Lucifer asked again. "You aren't- I mean you-"

"What are you trying to ask, Lucifer?" Chloe said softly.

"You aren't scared of me now, are you?" he said very quickly.

"Why would I be scared of someone who has saved my life twice?" Chloe said with a smile.

"Because I'm the Devil," Lucifer said. "Every story of good and bad throughout history, throughout time says that I am the embodiment of evil."

Chloe thought about that for a moment. He was probably right. She had every rational reason to be afraid of him, but when she looked at him, she just couldn't find any fear in her heart. He looked scared though. There was this look in his eyes like he was hanging on the edge of a precipice.

"That's what you've been afraid of his whole time isn't it?" Chloe whispered, the realization hit her like a bag of bricks. "That I'd be afraid of you."

"I-" Lucifer began, but then he stopped, looking away and she saw the same realization on his face. "Oh wow, I think you're right."

Chloe moved forward and placed her hands on his lower arms. He seemed surprised at her touch, but he didn't flinch away.

"Physically I could never move you," Chloe said. "And yet every time I reached out to stop you, it worked. The only possible reason for that is that you chose to let me stop you each time. You chose to stop the bullet aimed to end my life with your own body."

"Well I didn't exactly know it was gonna hurt so much," Lucifer said, but there was humor in his voice.

"You can call yourself the Devil all you want," Chloe continued. "But it's just a name. In my line of work I judge people by their actions, not their names."

"Thank you," Lucifer whispered.

"What I still don't understand is why the Devil values my opinion so highly?" Chloe asked, moving her hands away again.

"On that, I have no answer for you, Detective," Lucifer said. "All I know is that he does."

"Referring to yourself in the third person," Chloe chuckled. "First sign of madness you know."

So what does everything think of Chloe's reaction to the wings? I know you have been really looking forward to this! My thinking is the wings are alot easier to deal with than his devil face so I'm hoping it makes sense that her reaction isn't quite as dramatic. Please please review and let me know what you think! I simply LOVE hearing from readers!

Sneak Peek Chapter 9

"What's their problem?" Lucifer asked her.

"Not sure," Chloe replied. "Do I have a 'hate me' sign on my face?"

Lucifer checked, looking her up and down. "Nope," he said. "Nothing but your standard level of profession law enforcement face, Detective." She didn't say anything in reply and Lucifer followed her to her desk. She sat down and began working on something that didn't look very interesting.

"You know we don't have any active cases right now," Chloe told him. "I didn't even call you in."

"Ah, yes, but look around," Lucifer said. "How can I leave when I'm the only one in the room not glaring at you?"

"I'm a big girl, Lucifer," Chloe said. "I can take care of myself."

Rather than listen to her, Lucifer decided to investigate on his own and walked away from her desk. He hadn't been completely right about the glaring. There was one other person not looking daggers at the Detective. Dan had just walked in, looking worried rather than mad.

"I take it this means you know why everyone is mad at the Detective?" Lucifer said by way of greeting.