City of Sin
Corruption II
***Once more, I own nothing of the show Lucifer or comics etc. ***
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***CoS***
Chloe Decker thanked… well probably not Lucifer's father but someone else who wasn't a dick, that she was a light sleeper and that her cell phone rang loud. Fumbling out of bed, and letting out a few curses and swears as she did so, "Y-yes?"
What came in response was a bombardment of words quickly slurred together. Vaguely, she figured it might be Ella but wasn't quite sure.
"El-Ella! Slow down I can't understand you, what happened are you okay?"
She wasn't, her friend was calling her from jail, as in she had been arrested.
"Wait, For what!?"
The woman wasn't even sure, the cops had kicked in her door and arrested her an hour or so prior, something about drug trafficking and conspiracies to commit murder amongst other charges.
Chloe's heart froze, those weren't small charges to begin with, which meant someone was actively trying to frame one of her best friends. "Okay, Ella… ELLA! Just take a deep breath and relax okay? Don't talk to anyone else, ask for a lawyer but don't say anything else okay? I'm getting my jacket on and I'll be there in a half hour at most, just hold tight."
As she shut her apartment door behind her the blonde sent a quick text to Lucifer, explaining the situation and asking if he knew of anyone he could trust to help legally.
***CoS***
The detective barely flashed her badge upon entering the other precinct. It was rare to see an officer at a different department but there was always a measure of civility, knowing that they were, essentially, on the same team.
She was just about to ask about her friend's location when one of the nearby doors open and Ella walked out into the central area, followed by another individual that set fire to Chloe's blood.
Charlotte Richards
"Chloe!" The lab technician practically sobbed out as she tackled into her, earning a grunt followed by a close hug. From the blonde.
"Shh it's okay Ella, everything is going to be okay. Are you alright?" A nod into her torso earned a sigh of relief as she looked up and made eye contact with the lawyer. "Come on Ella, you can stay at my place."
To her annoyance, Charlotte followed them, and when Chloe Finally managed to get her friend buckled in the other woman was waiting near the driver-side door. "We need to talk."
"Tomorrow" It looked like the other was prepared to argue, but she growled in response, "I said tomorrow Richards. I'm not in a good mood right now so you can call at a decent fucking time like a normal human being."
This seemed to get her point across, and the woman was silent as she watched them drive away.
***CoS***
"How is she doing?"
Chloe shot the woman sitting across from her a glare, "Resting at my apartment. Do you actually care or just making small talk?"
Charlotte shrugged a bit, "A bit of both? She is my client Decker, Pro Bono of course, so it is in my best interest to make sure she is happy."
The blonde leaned back in her chair and made a note to warn Ella about ever having a private conversation with this woman. She knew about attorney-client privilege, of course, but still worried that the lawyer would try and take advantage of her, a bit too trusting, friend. "And how did that come about again? You just happened to be in the area when you received a phone call that someone couldn't afford an attorney?"
Richards snorted, "Hardly, Lucif…"
"Mr. Morningstar" Chloe growled, earning a wince from the woman.
"Yes, of course. Mr. Morningstar called me after he received your text message, I was in the area already, so it was convenient timing."
Eyes narrowing, Chloe didn't believe her statement for a second, but opted not to press further. "And you take on cases for free since…"
"Since it is in my best interest to do so. I wanted to talk to you anyway and this was a convenient way to start a conversation."
'Of course,' Chloe fumed, 'always an agenda.' Crossing her arms, the blonde fought the urge to strangle the woman sitting across from her, "So what do you want to talk about then?"
Charlotte Richards cleared her throat, before making a pointing gesture between the two of them, "The situation concerning the two of us."
"I wasn't aware there was one, other than how much we hate each other."
The lawyer let out a sigh, "Mr. Morningstar gave me my ultimatum a few days ago. I either turn myself over to you and become your property… or else."
Chloe blinked in surprise. Sure, Lucifer had mentioned such a thing, but she figured he would wait until a more opportune time, or at least until she accepted his offer, to give her what he had offered. Her nemesis was still talking, however, and the blonde refocused to prevent herself from missing more of the rant.
"…Isn't fair. I mean it wasn't as if I personally did anything to you! Why should I be the one to suffer for something my damn client and some reckless idiot did?"
It was way too good of an opportunity to pass up, and Chloe immediately interrupted, "Yes, how could life be so unfair that someone must suffer for what some other piece of shit did. Imagine if there were people out there whose entire job it was to ensure said piece of shit didn't face consequences for that."
Charlotte seemed to understand the connection, and snapped her jaw shut, allowing silence to fall between the two women.
"Tell me Charlotte," she inquired, breaking the awkwardness once more and continuing to let out the stress she had been feeling since waking up in the middle of the night. "If the situation were reversed, what would you do?"
The other opened her mouth to speak but closed it without uttering a sound. This repeated itself several times before she slumped backwards with an exhausted snort, "I guess that just proves I'm garbage huh? I get all pissed over this and yet when I examine myself…" she shook her head before turning to look out of the window, as if enjoying the sunshine one last time. "Okay, I surrender, you win. Whatever you want I'll do. You want to hurt me, beat me, degrade me? That's fine, I deserve it. You want to pimp me out for money? I probably earned worse. If you want to…"
A hand snapped up, covering the woman's mouth and ending her speech. "Charlotte? Shut. Up. I don't know if those are the things you would have done to me or not, but I'm not a monster. I'm not going to torture you or turn you into a slave or have you raped or anything else like that okay? So, stop freaking the fuck out and take a breather."
Thankfully, for her own anxiety, the woman did as she was told, and it allowed the detective to think about the situation for herself.
Lucifer had basically handed her Charlotte Richards on a silver platter, hers to do with however she wanted. The ideas came easily, one after the another, and she was just a bit ashamed that yes, some of what the other woman had said crossed her mind, and why shouldn't it? The bitch broke up her, albeit failing, marriage and took every opportunity to rub her face in it.
But she was still a human being, and despite Chloe's own anger and contempt towards her the lawyer wasn't going around kicking puppies and murdering children.
"Okay, for now let's just… take things slow. Focus on Ella's case and put anything else on hold unless you are already working on it. No more cases unless I approve of them first."
A defeated nod answered her, and Chloe let out a sigh, "I'm not enslaving you Charlotte, but I think…" she paused, putting together what she was about to say with the few idle ideas in her mind, "I think that you need a break from the scum of humanity for a bit. Take on some clients who are innocent for once, do some good deeds and just scrub some of the filth from your soul."
This time she received a reply, "Okay, yes I can do that. I don't have anything else case wise right now and it would be nice to just do one at a time for a change."
***CoS***
"You are under attack." A voice whispered, one that seemed familiar and yet unknown. "You and yours are being targeted. He will not hesitate. He will not stop."
Chloe wanted to ask more, wanted to ask who the voice was, who was attacking her friends, but instead found herself falling and moments later sitting straight up in bed, covered in sweat and heart racing. It was an odd dream, and a month or two ago she would have disregarded it as eating something odd before bed or watching too much television.
But now she knew better, and the imagery that would usually have faded into the corners of her mind remained strong. It hadn't been a normal dream, of that she was certain, which meant that it might have something to do with those she was close to, some sort of religious context.
Grabbing her phone, she quickly sent a text message to her boyfriend, do any of your siblings do dream stuff?
Okay so it wasn't the most normal sounding start of a conversation, but they weren't exactly a normal couple so what did it matter. Sure enough, she received a message in response moments later.
A few yes, something wrong?
She sighed, a part of her had been hoping he would have said 'no' and it would have been the end of the confusion. Now she was far more worried than before.
Just a weird dream, someone giving me a warning.
Maze and I will be over shortly to pick you up. His response had been incredibly fast, and normally she would have texted back about how he shouldn't bother, about how she would just go back to sleep and deal with it the normal way.
But there was hesitation in her fingertips because she liked spending time with them, so what was the harm in having an excuse for once?
***CoS***
The metal shifts and rocks as muffled moans echo into the midnight air. Glass barriers are completely fogged over due to the actions of those inside the car, though none of the three seem to notice in the slightest.
When the duo had arrived to take Chloe back to Lux, she had been relieved, and they had almost made it a block before she told them to pull into a parking lot. She was stressed, wound up, and needed relief of the sexual kind, something the two former residents of Hell were more than happy to participate in.
What started in the driver's seat soon ended in the, albeit rather small, back of the sports car. Currently, the Devil was sitting with his back against the seat, fingers caressing the breasts that, though hidden behind a thin shirt, were bouncing up and down in his face as the blonde rode him, desperately seeking both of their orgasms.
Mazikeen, impressively enough, had managed to situate herself at his feet, hands planted on either side of the leather cushions as her tongue made rounds from his aching balls up the slick shaft that continually disappeared into the other woman's cunt, up said woman's backside, occasionally teasing the unused hole between her cheeks.
The human, in the meantime, was still gripping the backrest, mouth open and panting as she let out the occasional gasp, whimper, and moan of pleasure.
"F-f-fuck…" she managed to get out between various other noises she might have been once rather embarrassed by. The man before her hummed in agreement before adding in his own thoughts to the situation.
"So beautiful, skin glistening in sweat, eyes rolling back into your head, hair thrown about. Just imagine the fantasies you might inspire in a passerby. Would you like that my dear? Having a stranger walk by and seeing you riding my cock so deliciously? Let's get that shirt off hm? Give them a little more to lust over."
His voice is seductive, and she follows it without a second thought. Just as she tosses the clothing aside the blonde feels her rear cheeks pulled apart, and something warm, wet, and wiggling slip inside of her.
"M-Maze!" she gasps out as the demoness proceeds to eat the unused orifice, hands allowing her to hold the human steady while Lucifer took over thrusting into her at his own pace.
The man's lips are on her nipples a moment later and something akin to sensory overload briefly flutters through her nervous system as her entire body begins to tremble and shake in orgasm. Somewhere in the distance she hears Lucifer's own growl as he thrust fully inside of her, filling her with seed and maze continues working on whatever she wants with her mouth.
Chloe Decker had never experienced car sex before, but after her first time begins planning future sessions.
***CoS***
"How are you doing?" Her friend shrugged, clearly trying to be nonchalant about the accusations being made against her, but it couldn't fool the blonde in the least. She could see the worry in the lab tech's eyes and gently took her hand in her own, "Ella, you are going to get through this, I promise. Ms. Richards… well I might not like her, but she is good at her job, and you have nothing to worry about because you are innocent."
The Latino woman nodded, "Yeah, yeah, I know, and I am but… you know it doesn't always matter."
She did know, and the thought of the quirky young girl being sentenced to a cold, unforgiving, jail cell turned the blood in her veins to ice. "That isn't going to happen, I promise you Ella." Chloe put as much strength into her words as possible, and they seemed to have an uplifting effect on the girl seated across from her as her face visibly brightened. "Why don't you just think of this as a bit of a vacation? I know you can't travel out of the city, but you could come stay with me for the duration or at Lux if you wanted. I can text Lucifer right now and get you the best room in town."
Ella seemed to debate it for a moment, but then shook her head, "No, no that's okay. I appreciate the offer Chloe, really I do, but I think I need a peace and quiet for right now and I don't think I would have that at Lux."
"Then stay over at my place, that way if you need a night to yourself, I'll just go stay with Lucifer." Her friend hesitated, clearly wanting to say 'yes' but not become a burden. "Ella, you helped take care of me when I was recovering after being shot, let me help you now."
This seemed to have the desired effect, and the blonde received an accepting nod in return.
***CoS***
Chloe Decker wasn't told much gossip at work, not because there wasn't any, cops were a one of the biggest spreaders of rumors she had ever heard of, but because she wasn't exactly well liked by her coworkers.
The fact that almost all of them were men, and thus what they whispered or bragged about tended to be sexist, didn't help the fact either. Still, they weren't exactly subtle, and she managed to overhear a few conversations that sent her straight into one of the interrogation rooms.
"Excuse me." Dan and the two 'federal agents' glared at her from where they were seated across from the one being interrogated. "I thought I might be of some help."
"Chloe…" Her ex-husband growled, "we are in the middle of a…"
She waved him off, "A friendly conversation I'm sure, just as I'm sure Ms. Richards has asked for a lawyer." Walking in, she casually sat down next to the woman in question, "What has she been accused of?"
The nonchalance at which she chose a side seemed to have thrown all three men into confusion, which suited her just fine. Dan was constantly pissing her off lately and the other two had no business even being in the precinct. Really, she was doing them a favor by not letting this travesty go any further.
Amenadiel recovered first and cleared his throat. "There is evidence linking Miss Richards to the murder of one of her former clients."
A glance to her side showed that Charlotte had paled dramatically, which meant she was either guilty or that someone was doing a very good job at framing her. "May I see the report."
The idiot slid it over without a second's hesitation, despite Dan looking like he was preparing to interrupt. Chloe skimmed through it in silence, the evidence really wasn't damning in any way. Charlotte had been identified as one of those who had represented them in the past, along with dozens of others, and had worked on a few big cases for them. Murder, extortion, blackmail, human trafficking, the list went on.
Whoever murdered the assholes had done the world a favor.
"I don't see a time of death in here."
Uncomfortable shifting filled her peripheral vision from the opposing side. "We have a… rough timetable."
"It sure does make it difficult to ask for an alibi then huh?"
More discomfort, good. If their work was this flimsy, then they didn't deserve to be speaking with a suspect in the first place. It had 'Dan Espinoza' written all over it in terms of rushing for an arrest.
Cain spoke next, "If you are so confident in her innocence then why don't you have her tell us where she was two nights ago, between ten and two in the morning."
Turning to the other woman, the detective could practically see the begging in her eyes. "I don't even need to ask her." Chloe replied without hesitation, "She was with me."
Dan gaped, 'Pierce' looked furious, and Amenadiel quirked up an eyebrow, "With you? Doing what."
"We had been going over my friend Ella's case at my apartment."
"All night?"
Chloe shook her head, "No, but it went later than we thought, and I suggested she stay over rather than driving home that late."
Her ex was still gaping when the other human, at least she assumed he was, growled out a response, "She could have snuck out when you were sleeping, still made the timeline."
"I'm a light sleeper, and we were sharing a bed." Now all three men were gaping, the blonde merely rolled her eyes, "Yes, women can enjoy sex, even with other women. Shocking I'm sure."
***CoS***
Silence reigned in the interrogation room after the two women left, that is until the dark-skinned man let out a sigh, "That was… unexpected."
Dan flinched at the lack of warmth in the tone. How his ex could have stabbed him in the back like that, and with Charlotte no less! They were supposed to hate each other and now they were fucking!? Something was clearly wrong with the world for this to be happening to him, and now he was going to look bad in the eyes of the feds as well.
"I uh…" What should he say? "Didn't know they were close."
Pierce sneered while the other agent hummed and leaned back in his chair, "Indeed. I was under the impression that Ms. Richards was your lover, not Detective Decker's."
Shit
How should he answer that? Deny everything? Admit everything? How bad would it look to be fucking an accused murderer? "I mean, a long time ago but not recently."
"We need to do something about Decker." The white agent growled, "She gave a murderer an alibi, she needs to be punished for this."
Amenadiel nodded, "Her actions have consequences, for her and her friends."
Although he agreed, the detective still felt a little uncomfortable with the words they were throwing around. Still, they worked for the higher echelons of the government. Clearly, they knew what they were doing, or at least were authorized.
All he had to was nod and fall in line for a little bit longer, then everything would turn out okay.
***CoS***
"Okay Richards, truth time. Where were you that night?"
The woman flushed and turned her head, "I was where they said, killing the man."
It was odd, how different the situation felt from what it would have been months prior. She was still a cop, still supposed to uphold the law, but not only had she given a suspect an alibi without a second thought, but said woman was now confessing to murder directly to her.
And yet, not for a second did she consider turning the woman in. Instead, she sighed, "Charlotte…"
"It isn't what you think!" she quickly protested, "I hadn't gone there intending on killing the bastard, I was just dropping off the files they had sent over to me. Then he got all creepy and touchy, telling me that I hadn't 'earned my pay' yet and how easily he could make me disappear if I didn't do what he said. Then he came after me and pushed me against a wall. When he started trying to undress me, I grabbed the closest thing I could find and swung."
Okay, that made her feel a bit better at least, "Then you aren't guilty Charlotte, it was self-defense."
The woman snorted, "Oh please Decker, I know you aren't that naïve. A former lawyer refuses the advances of a rich, powerful man and kills him then claims he attacked her? You tell me how that ends up in court."
She was right, and Chloe hated that fact. The woman would either be sentenced to jail for the rest of her life for 'killing an outstanding member of the community' or dead before she saw a jail cell from revenge. "Fine, but I hope you appreciate the position I put myself in for you. Don't count on it again." Anyone else might have been worried that she would face consequences as well, that the lawyer had left evidence behind to be found, but she knew better.
Ella wasn't at work, and the other techs were slow and did poor work. Along with this Dan wasn't the type to really investigate a case, to go through video records and security footage until he found a car matching what a suspect owned, and the two frauds had about as much criminal skills as a toddler.
Charlotte would, perhaps with a bit of help from Lucifer, be completely safe, and it didn't bother the blonde as much as she thought it would.
***CoS***
It was a testament to how often she was at Lux these days when the employees opted to stay out of her way as she stormed down the halls. Her best friend had blown off their plans, again, and she was pissed to the extent that only violence or sex would appease her. Since shooting her ex-husband would probably raise some eyebrows, she opted for the second option, and there was one place better than any other to get what she wanted.
It wasn't just about the plans being canceled, although that was what she was trying to focus on. First Ella, then Charlotte? Someone was going after those with connections to her and it made her worried. She had tried to convey this to Trixie, but it had, apparently, fallen on deaf ears.
"I'll be fine" The dancer had protested, "Nothing's going to happen, it's all just coincidence and I keep my phone on me at all times, I promise."
She stalked through the hallway, seeking some relief, although in what form she would find she wasn't quite sure. Stepping into the main room she did notice that the club wasn't quite booming that way she was used to, and that also pissed her off, because when she had arrived there was the idea of just joining the dance floor and giving into the temptations that she had felt days prior.
Maze wasn't at the bar, unfortunately, and didn't seem to be on the floor either. Glancing about she did notice her boyfriend on the raised area above them, looking down like a king onto his subjects.
An idea formed in her mind, and she noticed the perfect targets nearby, a pair of giggling college girls sitting at the bar, in somewhat skimpy outfits. She went over immediately, eying them up as she did so until she reached them.
"You two, ever hear of Lucifer Morningstar?"
One immediately began giggling, clearly one or two drinks in, while the other was a bit wearier towards her presence. "Who hasn't?"
"I heard he's sooo hot, and like amazing in bed."
Chloe rolled her eyes, not even bothering to hide it "Want to meet him?"
Both gaped, but the more sober responded first, clearly unconvinced of the offer, "How do you know him?"
From nearby, the bartender chuckled, "If you two are interested I'd do what she says. She's high V.I.P. and dating him."
Now the gaping was back, but Chloe was still irritated and not in the mood to deal with being stared at, "Yes or no? I'll find someone else if you two are…"
"Yes! I mean uh, yeah sure that would be cool."
It was a pathetic attempt to save face and impress her, but the blonde couldn't have cared less, "Great, give me your underwear."
"Wh-what!?"
Again, there was a rolling of her eyes, if they were going to be this damn dramatic then she would be better off going elsewhere. "What do you think you will be doing with him? I'm giving you two to him to fuck, not have a conversation about whatever stupid thoughts fill your head."
The one seemed offended, but the other glanced about, stood, and slipped the undergarment down before handing them over, "I mean… this is the best chance we have, who cares if she has them?" Her friend grumbled before following the example.
They certainly weren't exciting, even by her standards, but the blonde figured it didn't really matter that much. The two were just toys, who cared about the packaging?
With a gesture she had the two following after her, up the stairs that were blocked by bouncers, and across the elevated area reserved for the rich and powerful. There were more bodies than usual, and although more than a few leered at the girls they knew better than to so much as whisper about her.
Finally, the trio reached their destination, and Lucifer's smile widened as he noticed their approach, "Chloe my dear, I didn't expect you tonight, didn't you have plans with Beatrice?"
"Fell through," she growled, before turning and taking ahold of the girl's shoulders. "I'm feeling pent up and want to watch someone get used, I figured you would enjoy them." She maneuvered the first forward, directly in front of the seated man, "On your knees and get to work. I'll figure out something for your friend to do with her mouth in a second."
The partier seemed all too happy to comply and dropped down with a giggle before hastily unbuttoning the man's pants. She had his cock in her mouth a second later slurping and sucking with as much obscenity as she could muster and earning a hum of approval from the man in response.
Her friend seemed a bit more hesitant, and hung back, eyes darting towards the display every few seconds but then finding the floor to be more interesting a moment later.
"Seems like she is taking up most of the space…" Chloe mused "Well whatever, go pull her tits out or something then find something to occupy your tongue with, I'm sure you are creative enough to figure it out."
The college student looked ready to utter a denial or protest, but a slap to her ass sent her scurrying forward, blush on her face as she began to do as commanded.
Meanwhile, Chloe sat down a few feet away and watched. Normally she would have considered a little more 'hands on' stimulation but there were others nearby leering at the display, and she had little desire to be stared at as well.
Gagging drew her attention back to the show at hand, and she was pleased to see that both girls were now missing their shirts and had opted to take turns between trying to deepthroat the Devil and worshipping his balls.
The two were cute, in a naïve college girl sort of way, in both their appearance and the way they were desperately trying to please the man. Said man, on the other hand, was currently staring at her, almost ignoring the work done by the two at his feet save for the occasional thrust of his hips or the grab of his hand on the back of their heads to force them down.
It was arousing, empowering even, to know that despite the pleasure he was receiving he was thinking of her.
In her mind the blonde haired currently bobbing up and down was replaced by that of a woman far older, perhaps with a collar around her neck, and the other would be a cute young Hispanic girl. Chloe wetted her lips, no longer seeing the two college-aged sluts but rather those closer to her being used in such a demeaning manner. Would she have Beatrice join them? She had only watched Eve and Mazikeen thus far being fucked by Lucifer, and the thought of one, or all, of the others being used was enough to get her heart racing.
It was testament to how lost in her own fantasies she had become that the blonde didn't even realize what she was doing until a pleasure blossomed in her lower lips. When had she begun touching herself even through her clothes, in public?
Her fingers withdrew, as the thought of doing such a thing, even mere weeks ago, would have been mortifying.
"Need some help?"
Her eyes snapped over to where a man was standing. He was a bit older than her, if she had to guess, with pinstriped pants and a button up shirt. All he was missing was the coat and tie and he would look ready for a board meeting or appearance in a courtroom.
Chloe's eyes drifted towards Lucifer, who was eying the situation not with anger or irritation, but curiosity. He was curious as to what she would do, she realized. He was also still being worked on by the two younger women, both having long since forgotten that they were being observed by others or that they had once been hesitant.
So, was it her turn to indulge in someone else? Have some random men pleasure her as well? Then she heard the snickers from nearby, and she looked past the man before her and to his friends who were busy making all sorts of gestures and jokes.
Her eyes returned to the one before her, and he seemed to understand almost instantly that he had lost any possibility. If she was going to fuck someone else, it sure as Hell wasn't going to be some jackass who was going to brag about it to his buddies afterwards.
"I uh…"
"Fuck off."
The charming face contorted to anger, "Whatever bitch." He spat back before turning back to his friends, earning laughter and boos from the men, either aimed at their buddy or her she wasn't sure.
Her mood had soured, and the fantasy she had allowed to fog her mind was over. Lucifer clearly noticed, but none of the others saw his slight gesture towards his ever-watchful employees.
When the group of businessmen were informed that their vehicles were being towed no one else paid any heed. When they found themselves surrounded by masked individuals in the nearby parking lot and beaten bloody there wouldn't be so much as a police report filed.
***CoS***
Chloe Decker was a well-trained, experienced police detective, which was the only reason she wasn't currently pacing circles in her room. The more she went over the information, the more certain she was that it was Lucifer's asshole brother who was behind both Ella's and Charlotte's arrests.
Ella made sense, to a degree, after all she had the previous accusations raised against her concerning another case and they had an obvious friendship. Ms. Richards was now the more concerning piece of the puzzle.
Had they gone after her because she had become Ella's lawyer? Did they know such a thing would force the blonde to split her own attention between her impending trial and the one she was working on for the lab tech? Were they trying to get her to spill information or turn on the Latina woman?
Charlotte had already guaranteed she would do no such thing, and that despite everything she would continue working on her friend's case. It still did not inspire much confidence in the detective, however, as she had more bad experience with the lawyer than good.
The entire situation also raised other questions. Would the fake federal agents go after Trixie next? Would they continue escalating until reaching violence? Should she expect to be shot from behind again?
More importantly, was there anything she could do?
Walking into the precinct and accusing two feds of… well not being who they claim to be required more than just 'well my boyfriend is the King of Hell and he says that the one guy is an angel and the other is an immortal.'
Yeah, that would go over well.
But she still couldn't sit around and do nothing, it wasn't in her nature. A thought crossed her mind about just going to Lucifer and accepting his proposition. She was sure that he would eliminate them without complication if she did, but the thought still gave her pause, still terrified the actual fuck out of her.
Could she still be a cop and Queen? Should she even try? What about the others? Sure, Lucifer claims it would all be fine, that she can just start recruiting her friends into a harem immediately, but that isn't how humans work and she knows it.
Harems weren't positive things even when they were common, degrading humans down to sexual property after all, and she wasn't sure she could even stomach the idea of having one even if others were willing to participate.
Her head was starting to ache, and she stood to make her way out to the kitchen to grab an icepack. Ella was at Lux for the evening, which meant she had the apartment to herself and all the wonderful, lonely silence that came with it.
"Bed…" she muttered to herself, "I need to go to bed and just… sleep for the next day, then I'll have all the answers." Practically rolling her eyes at her own comments and giving out a hiss as the cold met her skin, the blonde began making her way back to her room when a desperate knocking echoed through the room.
The comforting weight of her gun was in her palm before she even realized it, and she made her way to the door. An idle thought passed through her mind about asking Lucifer to install a camera out front, but she banished it with a focus on the situation at hand.
Glancing thought the peep hole her eyes widened as she undid the locks and pulled the barrier open, "Charlotte?"
***CoS***
A/N: So, it seems around half and half about my question from last chapter, however one user did have a good suggestion about just making it separate content. Then after thinking it over for a day I concluded that I'll just write a separate Chloe/Mazikeen story and put it in there.
TLDR: No futanari in this story, maybe in a future one.