City of Sin

Obsession IV

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***CoS***

She continued to stare in silence, taking in the man bound, blinded, and gagged in the room before her. Whether he had heard her whispering his name wasn't clear, and she also wasn't entirely sure if it mattered.

There were a thousand thoughts running through her mind and being stuck inside of a dungeon wasn't helping the process of dealing with any of them. She shut the door, turned, and walked back towards the elevator without so much as looking at the man who had escorted her down. She needed air, needed to take a second and think about what was going on rather than avoiding the topic or covering it up with sex.

Lucifer was in the contained space just before the door closed but said nothing. Just as their trip down he was completely silent as they went up. Upon stepping from the metal box, she exhaled and took a breath, as if she had been holding it in the entire time.

"Lucifer…" He was there next to her, clearly unsure if he should be comforting or something else. "Is he…"

"The one who shot you."

The blonde managed to nod, but only barely. Her head was spinning now because it was one thing to be a creep and a pervert but another thing entirely to be an attempted murderer. She worked with him, for fuck sake!

"Do you want time or to keep going?" The man inquired as she dropped onto the couch. That's right, there was more, more truths, more facts that would upturn her world, more things that would change how she saw the people she had been sleeping with, whose home she was living in.

Chloe didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Might as well get it over with."

She had meant it as a joke, but the club owner didn't so much as crack a smile as he sat down across from her, not the same couch as he seemed inclined to do, she noted.

"You remember what I said, from our dates?" She nodded, the riddle he had presented to her was still there, like an itch she couldn't reach, although it had subsided since the whole 'bullet through her torso' incident. "July twelfth, two-thousand and nine."

The detective blinked, confused as to the date. It was in the range she had checked on but none of the days had stood out to begin with.

Seeing her confusion, the corners of his lips quirked upwards in a small smile, "It is the day that my father disappeared."

She blinked, the blinked again. It certainly wasn't what she expected, but at the same time her heart went out to the man. "Lucifer… I'm so sorry." This time the man seemed a bit more confused, but she pressed onwards. "I lost my parents a long time ago, but they passed away, to not know…" She couldn't imagine not knowing. Those cases always seemed more difficult than the 'we found a body' investigations. With a corpse you knew. The family could grieve and find peace in time, they had, at least some, answers.

But for a missing person the answers often never came. Cases went cold and were replaced by those more urgent, families were forced to just wait for updates.

"I'll help you." Now the confusion was practically oozing off her boyfriend, "To find him, I mean. I can't make any promises that we will succeed but I'll help in any way that I can."

"Chloe…" Lucifer spoke slowly, direct and to the point as if trying to calm her down, "If my siblings couldn't find him, you have no hope to do so."

She shook her head. Okay, so his entirely family was connected, big deal. She was still an investigator and could at least look over the evidence. "Sometimes having a fresh pair of eyes can help."

His expression softened, before it fortified, "My father is God Chloe."

***CoS***

The Devil waited, watching as his future queen took in that single word. It would be difficult, he knew, but she needed to know before going any further. She needed to know everything. "Just breathe, don't force it." It was always difficult, introducing the information back into a human mind. They weren't designed as those of Angelic or Demonic persuasion, but it was still possible. "Slowly trace over it, like allowing your eyes to adjust to a bright light after spending so much time in the dark." So, it wasn't an exact comparison, but it got the job done and he could see her struggle just a bit less than before.

"Your…" she began, "your dad is…"

"God, Yahweh, the Divine Being, the Almighty."

"B-but, what is happening to me?"

"Try and remain calm," he soothed, "It's okay, everything will be fine. Religion, faith, and even the knowledge of these things is based around my father being upon his throne in Heaven. When he disappeared, religion began to falter. Men and women of faith had to try and replace the object of their zealotry with something else, and the drive to continue attending church and worship just sort of…" he waved his hand into the air, as if releasing idea into the wind. She looked overwhelmed, and he knew she would be but pushed on just a bit further. "Do you want to take a break? There is more but…"

Chloe shook her head, "No I'm… okay I think?"

She wouldn't be in a moment, and he prepared himself for her looks of horror when she found out the rest. "Now think about my name and what I told you."

A frown marred her face, eyebrows dropping in concentration, "Your dad is… God."

"Yes."

"And your name is…"

The detective froze, and he only nodded, "Yes."

There were some many emotions that he read in her eyes, so many thoughts. He could guess at most, fear, horror, disgust. But there were also others that he wasn't quite sure about.

"I'm sorry for waiting to tell you but… not everyone is ready, or even can be ready. The human mind can't always cope with the truth."

"You're… the Devil."

He nodded, "I am."

"That makes Mazikeen… a demon?" This time he was surprised. Once revealed, people could begin making jumps of logic, but they were rare, and it almost always took a lot of time.

Once more though, he confirmed her guess.

"I… need some time."

"Of course, take all that you need."

***CoS***

What. The. Fuck.

One moment she was crying, the next laughing, the next punching her pillow with a viciousness that surprised her.

God was real. The Devil was real. She had fucked the Devil. She had fucked one of his demons.

What was she supposed to do with this knowledge? How was she supposed to react? What the fuck was she supposed to do now? Did this mean she was going to Hell? Was Hell even that bad? Is Heaven a paradise? Where were her parents?

She didn't have anyone to talk to about this. Ella and Beatrice couldn't understand, and she wouldn't want to force them to go through it as well. Or should she? Ella had definitely slept with Lucifer; Beatrice might have as well. Didn't they deserve to know? If she didn't tell them was it some sort of sexual assault, not knowing who they had sex with?

Who could she even ask? 'What does the law say about having sex with someone who cannot mentally understand that you are the embodiment of all evil?' Oh yes, that would be a fun conversation to have with one of her colleagues or her boss.

Could she talk to a priest? No, there weren't any priests anymore, at least not really. Cults, certainly, but that wasn't a place for philosophical questions. A sob escaped her lips. She felt alone, now more than possibly ever before.

A soft knock emanated from her door, and the object of her mid-life crisis poked his head in. "Do you… need anything?"

His voice was soft, almost timid, and didn't fit well with the man… angel… demon thing she knew. "Yes? No? I don't… know how to deal with this."

He stepped into the room, but made no movement from where he stood, "I should have told you sooner."

Should he have though? "I don't think it would have mattered. I was already involved early on, and even if you had told me during our date… well I already got favors from the Devil, didn't I? Guess I'm pretty much damned regardless."

"You don't have to be…" he muttered, catching her by surprise. "Serve in Heaven or reign in Hell?"

"Lucifer…" she couldn't believe she was casually talking to the Devil in such a way, "Why me? Why are you doing all of this for me? Telling me this, pursuing me, helping me?"

His body shifted in place, "You are… special, unique. I've been around since before humanity was even created Chloe, and you are the only one to ever be able to resist me, resist my influence. You are fun. I want you to be something more."

"What? What do you want me to be?"

"My Queen."

***CoS***

It was the second time, in many, many years that Lucifer began to doubt his decision. The first had been holding off on not telling Chloe sooner, and now he was wondering if the whole 'Queen of Hell' conversation couldn't have waited a little bit.

"I… wha…"

Oh well, in for a penny in for a pound. "My Queen Chloe. I want you to rule at my side, to shape the world as you see fit. Earth and Hell."

"I don't… understand."

He nodded, it was a lot to take in, especially on top of everything else being thrown at her. "In the future, I want to make you my Queen. Marriage and all that. I rule this world Chloe, whether you realize it or not, and if you accept then you would as well. You could do anything you want, change what you want."

There was doubt in her eyes, and he opted to push forward, to put everything on the table.

Maybe one last gamble would convince her, "You would have your own harem, of course. Ella, Beatrice, Eve, Maze… anyone you want. You could have other men too if you would like, for your own pleasure. You wouldn't need to follow the rules or obey the laws, you could rewrite them. Get justice for anyone you wanted. Put the corrupt in jail, punish the wicked, dethrone those who hold themselves above the law."

"Like we would?" That had him pulling back, watching as tears filled her eyes and hysteria entered her voice as it grew in volume. "How is that any better than the criminals Lucifer? How would that make me any better!?"

"Because you are better!" He roared in response, clearly taking her by surprise. "You do not prey upon the defenseless, you do not hunt children to rape and kill, you do not string up the innocent and watch them slowly bleed to death, you do not give a man a knife and tell him to choose one of his children to kill and the other to spare! This is why you are better, why you deserve power where others do not!"

"And do you!? What is your role in this Lucifer? Are you the root of all evil? Do you force people to do these things? What atrocities have you committed!?"

It was less a conversation and more a screaming match, but he wasn't going to back down, the Devil never backed down. "I PUNISH THEM! HELL IS FOR THE WICKED NOT THE VIRTUOUS!"

He wasn't sure who moved first, or perhaps they moved in unison, but all he was aware of was that they were both in the middle of the room, mouths attempting to dominate the other, hands clawing and ripping at clothes.

She pulled at him, and he responded instantly, backing her into the wall with a thud, lifting her up and pressing her into the surface. When he had torn her panties open, he wasn't sure. When she had pulled his cock into the open air, he also wasn't sure, but it wasn't there for long.

Warmth enveloped him, and he groaned as the woman broke the kiss, head tilting back until she banged it against the wooden surface. He went for her exposed throat just as he pushed further into her body, licking, kissing, biting as she gasped in response.

He was hilted inside of her, pressing up against her womb for only a moment before sliding out and thrusting back in. She tried to meet his thrust, to give back, but without leverage it was a losing battle and she quickly surrendered in return for her fingers in his hair, fingernails clawing marks into his back.

It was different, she was different, than anyone he had ever been with before. Not just physically, because he swore she felt divine, but in her actions. Eve was submissive, like so many other women were with him, and let him do all the work in exchange for using their bodies.

Maze, and a few others, fought back, were physical and almost violent at times.

Chloe, however, was a mix of both. Passionate and sensual. Mazikeen did not whisper his name, did not wrap her legs around his waist to encourage him, but rather to squeeze harder. Most others did not push back, did not mark him or curse so loudly against his skin and lips.

He wanted her like this, wanted to fuck her every single day, to watch her enjoy those she called friends and use those who she might have called enemies. He growled with a particularly deep thrust, trying to be even more inside of her, if that were possible, as he orgasmed, feeling her inner walls squeeze him as he did.

It was only in that post-orgasm mind that a doubt emerged.

What if she didn't accept?

***CoS***

"Your 'friend' Charlotte was involved as well." Lucifer noted idly as the two lay in bed, covered in sweat as the enjoyed the post-sex bliss. "In what happened to you I mean. She didn't pull the trigger or order it. In fact, we believe she didn't even know until afterwards, but her client…"

Chloe nodded with a sigh. She didn't really want to talk about all that, but it needed to be brought up at some point. "So, Malcolm was told to do it." They were going to need to talk about that as well, what would happen to the man being kept prisoner in the basement.

"It isn't an excuse." Lucifer noted unhappily. "Despite what history thinks I do not force people to do evil. Free will is very much a thing, my father was quite adamant about it."

Her fingers trailed up and down his chest, "So what happens to them now?"

The Devil shrugged, "That is for you to decide. You were the victim, not me. Although Charlotte was quite adamant that she would do anything to avoid punishment."

"Turn on her client?" Although the blonde suggested it, she knew it wasn't a practical answer. Even if the woman did have evidence pointing to ordering a hit, she couldn't reveal that without breaking confidentiality. It would be career suicide, assuming no one went after her for snitching.

"I was thinking more of being your sex slave."

This had the woman sitting upright, staring at him with wide eyes, "What?"

"Chloe, I don't need her to give us evidence, remember who I am? Giving up her free will to you though? Being your plaything and your personal sex toy? That is something far more interesting. Can you honestly tell me you never once considered it? After everything she had done to you, wouldn't you enjoy seeing her on her knees, pleasuring you like a whore?"

She should say no, should deny this but over there was a small part of her that was vindictive, that wanted the, admittedly attractive, woman bowing before her, being used and broken. The blonde imagined her 'rival' collared on a leash, to be led around and enjoyed by herself and others as a pet.

The thought surprised, and even frightened her a bit. It also sent a rush of excitement through her veins.

***CoS***

The two former residents of Hell were a bit surprised when the blonde came out of her room and went to address them both immediately, rather than attempting to avoid any further confrontation. "Chloe, is everything alright?" Lucifer inquired, with Maze looking torn between wanting to check on her and giving her space.

She paused, before taking a deep breath then letting it out, "I think… we should be open with each other. No more secrets, lies, or anything else. Obviously, things might be forgotten but that's different."

He nodded slowly, "Alright, is there anything you want to tell us then?"

"Your brother, who I guess is an Angel, visited me at the hospital." Both other individuals froze, before Mazikeen let out a snarl.

"When?"

"Shortly before my release. He sort of threatened me and my friends, wanted me to help them against you."

Now the demoness was standing, pacing and angry. It was enough that Chloe took a step back, though she stayed in the room. "That no good son of a… I'm going to rip his fucking wings off and cram them up his ass!"

"Why didn't you tell us sooner?"

The Devil's question brought the attention back onto their guest, who gave a shaky shrug. "I'm a cop Lucifer, I'm supposed to be the one who deals with this stuff, not you. And to be fair I didn't know he was super powerful or anything until recently."

"We need to deal with this." Maze growled, "If he is threatening her…"

Lucifer merely held up his hand to call for a stop, "I agree, and I have been planning his removal for some time now so there is nothing to worry about."

"What can I do?" Chloe immediately inquired, shifting the attention back to herself. She gave a huff, and a roll of her eyes, at their confusion. "I am not going to just sit around and wait for this bastard to come after me or someone else."

"Chloe…" he began, "Amenadiel is an Angel, you realize this right? He might not be serving my father right now but…"

"But he's a manipulative prickish asshole who is fine with hurting innocent people." She finished for him, "If that is the type of person who is on the 'good side' then…" she trailed off, not knowing how to finish her statement, and the other two did not push.

***CoS***

She frowned, watching as her brother continued his manipulations and plans. She didn't like this, didn't like where it was heading or who it was involving. She most definitely did not like what he seemed to be willing to do in order to impress others.

Their father had rules for a reason, rules that had been broken by one, and now it seemed another was following his example. This time, however, it wasn't out of a desire for freedom, but rather to elevate the sinner himself.

Lucifer had known, of course, what the consequences of his actions would be. He had known what would happen if he defied God and refused to follow the plan. He had made his choice, and thus suffered for it.

Amenadiel, however, seemed to think that he was in the right, that his mission and task were ordained by their Father and thus must be justified no matter how many innocents got in the way. If the throne were still occupied would he still be taking these actions? Would he still be dismissing any of the signs so easily?

Sighing, the woman turned and vanished, appearing in the shadows of another building a moment later. There she looked upon a sleeping form, a form that she coveted.

***CoS***

It was a nice twist to things, watching her ex-husband twitch uncomfortably in the foldout chair he had been given while she was on a far more luxurious recliner. Idly, a thought passed through her mind about what she would be using as a throne if she accepted Lucifer's proposal.

Would it be something gaudy and ornate? Practical? Covered in pillows for maximum comfort? Knowing the Devil, and this made her chuckle just a bit, he probably had more than one such object. Why wouldn't the King of Earth have multiple thrones after all?

This all led to a consideration of how practical it would be to have someone at her feet, perhaps lapping desperately at her…

Dan cleared his throat, and the blonde frowned as she was pulled away from a rather nice fantasy. "I uh well just wanted to pass on the departments thanks for meeting."

She said nothing, merely staring back with just a hint of contempt. The man cleared his throat once more.

"So uhm… how are you doing?"

"In regard to the gunshot wounds?"

He flinched, and fidgeted a bit more before nodding, "Uh yeah."

"Well, I can't take showers yet, and stairs are not an option either, at least for another week. I've started working on harder foods though, so no more eggs and pudding."

"That's good, great I mean! Yeah, that's great. Listen I know, I mean the department knows, how stressful this whole thing has been, and I just want you to know we are taking the case very seriously."

Chloe continued to stare, "So does that mean you have leads now? Considering my life could still be in danger I would like to know when I am able to go outside without looking over my should again." Okay, so it wasn't true, but laying it on a bit thick was a fun distraction, especially considering how desperately the man seemed to want to ask about her living conditions, and who else she was living with.

Another flinch, that meant they either had nothing, or were still half-assing it. "You know I can't give out case details, especially on something ongoing."

"No? That's not the impression I always got from Charlotte Richards."

His mouth dropped and hung open for a few moments before he sputtered out a comeback, "W-well you're one to talk! Sleeping in some random guy's house!"

"He isn't random, we are dating so I think it seems perfectly normal. Plus, I can't use stairs remember? It would be awfully difficult to live in my apartment, even if it weren't still taped off as a crime scene."

"You could have found a different apartment!"

"And taken care of myself? I was barely able to get into bed the first few nights, much less bathe."

Dan stood sharply, eyes alight with anger at what he perceived as some betrayal. Before he could speak another voice called out from the other side of the room. "Is everything okay Chloe?"

Eyes not leaving the man, the blonde nodded calmly. "Yes Eve, everything is fine. Detective Espinoza was just leaving."

"Chloe I…"

"Now, detective."

The man seemed ready to either shout, or strike her, and her eyes narrowed dangerously, "Try it, I dare you." Something in her glare seemed to hold him back however, or perhaps he could sense that should he do either, he wouldn't make it out of the building in one piece.

With a grumble about scheduling a follow up interview he stormed off towards the elevators and departed.

Footsteps lightly made their way to where the blonde still sat, and the other woman knelt next to her, "You are upset, is there something I can do for you?"

Chloe was tempted, very tempted, to relieve some stress with the woman, but instead a hint of a smile formed on her lips, "Actually, let's find Lucifer, I think it is about time I get to see just how rough he is with you."

***CoS***

Idly, the blonde detective wondered if she was beginning to develop a bit of a voyeur fetish. After all, the entire situation she was in was due mostly to watching the woman before her almost inhale the man's cock.

Although oral was nothing compared to watching them fuck.

Eve was on all fours, as she seemed to prefer in these sorts of situations, and Lucifer was behind her, hands gripping her waist, ramming his hips forward and earning whimpers of delight from the woman. It was beyond arousing, and Chloe bit her lip from where she sat nearby. Was this similar to what the man had experienced when she and Maze had gone at it?

The 'cucking' fantasy suddenly made a bit more sense to her.

"Going easy on her?" Chloe whispered to the couple, "Never thought the King of Hell would take it easy on one of his whores."

They had talked about it, briefly, before starting about what was and wasn't desired. Eve had practically begged for demeaning talk and names aimed at her expense though, and the blonde was enjoying it more and more as the act went on.

A growl sounded from the man, who made a particularly harsh thrust forward, followed by a slap to the woman's ass.

"Do you like that Eve? Being fucked like some common slut? I bet you enjoy being used, don't you? Does he bend you over the furniture? His desk? The countertops? You have probably never been on your back with him on top of you have you? Never made that slow sensual love. No, not for someone like you. I bet you like your hair being pulled too, don't you?"

The woman nodded, managing to moan out a desperate "Please" just before the Devil took the hint and grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling harshly and earning a cry of pain mixed with pleasure.

"Pathetic, no wonder you are a servant rather than a queen. But I bet you prefer that don't you? In fact, I bet you don't even think of yourself as a 'servant' but rather a 'pet'. Do you look up collars when you think everyone is asleep? Dream of being paraded about on a leash with nothing else to hide your nudity? Do you fantasize about being handed around, used by Maze, Lucifer, Beatrice, maybe even me?"

"F-f-fuck!" Eve cried out, convulsing as she slumped forward, the man following as he refused to leave the wet hole he was fucking.

"You should…" Lucifer grunted with a particularly harsh thrust, "Come over and use her mouth."

The idea was tempting, beyond tempting, and Chloe could just imagine that woman's face between her legs, tongue desperate as she shook every time the man bottomed out into her soaked cunt. But that was for another time. She had been indulging too much, it was time to let someone else be the center of attention.

***CoS***

"What's going to happen to him?"

Lucifer looked up from a report that he was reading to where the blonde lay on the couch opposing his desk. It was a lovely scene, her sprawled out, bits of clothing riding up showing off small expanses of skin.

He fought down the urge to strip them both and take on her at that very moment.

"Happen to whom?"

"Malcolm"

The Devil shrugged, "I suppose whatever you want to have happen to him. He shot you not me. His fate is yours to decide."

She let out a sigh, staring up at the ceiling, "I don't know if I can order someone's death Lucifer… but I would have to, right? If I wanted to become queen."

"Why would you need to?"

It was a sad attempt at a shrug that answered him, "Isn't that what royalty does?"

He mused on the idea. There had been times he ordered the execution of various irritations, but it had been a long time since it last occurred. At this point he simply didn't need to. Most humans worth having killed were also in danger from others of their own species. Take away their power and the piranhas would swarm and devour them.

While he certainly would have been thrilled, and probably aroused, by the idea of Chloe being that commanding and dominating, he could also understand she might never be willing to go that far.

"Does a king swing the blade that ends the life? Does a dictator pull the trigger or a general issue every order? If you aren't comfortable doing such things you would not need to. Trust me when I say Mazikeen or myself would be more than happy to ensure no one remains a threat to you or that insults do not go unanswered."

"Within reason, though right? I mean you aren't going to start mass executions for anyone who has ever called me a name… are you?"

He shrugged with a nonchalance that did nothing to help her nerves. "If you want us to, we certainly could."

Chloe bit her lip, thinking back and trying to analyze the situation and decide on how she felt. "Malcolm is a bad guy, probably always has been. If jail doesn't work…"

"And those who ordered it?"

They were likely involved in at least one other murder case, likely as the guilty. Why should she fight for their freedoms? "They would likely be worse, right? More corrupt, with more blood on their hands?"

He nodded, "Positively soaked in it."

Seconds passed then minutes, perhaps even a lifetime or two before she could speak once more. "Do what you think is necessary, I trust you."

***CoS***

Never had she dreaded good news, at least not until the doctor smiled at her warmly. "It looks as though you are fully healed Detective. I think that any remaining restrictions can be lifted, assuming you take care of yourself and watch for any painful flares."

She had nodded distantly, thanked the man for everything, and left the office with Lucifer walking to her right. Silence fell between them, as it seemed to have been doing quite often, and the car ride was stiff and awkward on their way back to what had been her home for some weeks.

Restrictions can be lifted. It meant she didn't need to be watched anymore, didn't need anyone waiting on her hand and foot, didn't need to avoid steps or hard foods.

It also meant she had no remaining excuses to live with those she had become so attached to.

They rode the elevator up together, and as she stepped out words began to flow from her lips. "I… suppose I will get packed and get out of your hair." There was no determination in her voice, no strength. It was a statement similar to, 'It is cloudy outside'.

The first step was barely finished when he finally replied, "The offer still stands Chloe. I have not and will not retract it. You don't need to leave this place."

Laughter, harsh and self-deprecating escaped her. "I don't… belong here Lucifer. You know this, Maze knows this, Hell everyone knows this! I'm not a queen, I don't know how to be one, how to order people around or make life altering decisions for those I have never met. I can't… be what you want me to be."

He stared into her eyes without doubt or hesitation, "What I want you to be, is you. For the record Mazikeen has never once doubted your place by my side, save for when we thought you might not make it and be snatched from us. Eve would be happy to grovel at your feet every day, and I have the odd feeling your closest friends would jump at the chance to remain in your bed for the rest of their days."

Chloe groaned, closing her eyes as a headache briefly sparked into existence, "How would I explain that? Explain to them that I want them in my 'royal harem' as queen of the world?"

"I would think the truth would be best."

Another snort, "You saw how it was for me when I was exposed to the truth, how well do you think Ella or Beatrice would handle it? I… I need to tell them but at the same time I can't."

He nodded in understanding. "It is a difficult decision to make, and not everyone handles it the way you did. I can't imagine them distancing themselves from you though. Me? Certainly, but Trixie would follow you to the ends of the Earth and I suspect Ella would as well."

She knew, God help her she knew. It was just another thing that needed her attention though, another problem in her life that she hadn't figured out. What was her relationship with the two? She couldn't just claim them as her sex partners but tell them not to so much as look at someone else. That wouldn't be fair and if the situation were reversed, she would be outraged.

Wouldn't she?

Her mind wandered back to the evening with the Devil and Eve, and doubts began to emerge once more.

"Chloe"

She blinked, returning to the present and the fact that the man held out his hand towards her, "Take my hand. Become my queen. Stop doubting yourself and those so obviously bound to you. Join me and rule at my side."

***CoS***