City of Sin

Corruption IV

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***CoS***

She was beautiful, maybe the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Chloe had arrived with Beatrice nearly an hour prior, the curvaceous woman covering a black eye with an icepack. Before his own rage could even begin, he felt hers.

Never had he seen, felt, such anger from a single human being. Without so much as a word from him the blonde had ordered, actually ordered, Eve to get something for her friend to drink and let take her to a nearby room to rest.

Then she had gone to the balcony overlooking the city. There she had stood, in a place he too frequently used to ponder various ideas.

Fresh air occasionally swept into the suite from the lightest of breezes, carrying the scent of her rage. The noises from stories below echoed and dimmed in the darkening sky, and the stars seemed to twinkle just a bit brighter as they emerged in the inky blackness.

It was perfection, like watching an approaching storm on the horizon and only having a guess as to what devastation it would cause.

He had taken up sitting on the arm of a couch, almost enthralled to her presence.

Eve would occasionally peek in from the nearby room, glancing about as if seeking for something to busy herself with before ducking back to her assigned task.

His lieutenant looked torn between wanting to drop to her knees and await the woman's orders or pull the blonde's pants down and eat her out.

It was the perfect storm, a series of events that happened once in the entire history of the universe.

Like oxygen turning into gold.

What would happen next? Would she call for the assailant's head on a platter? Order him to have the city burned to the ground? Demand a lust filled, rage fueled orgy? Something else entirely that he hadn't thought of?

The Devil couldn't wait to find out, and the anticipation was giving him jitters.

Her voice broke the silence, a calm, but forceful tone emanating from the blonde. "Lucifer, if I accept your offer, what would I be able to do?"

He merely quirked an eyebrow, "Within reason? I find it hard to find something you can't do. Breaking certain fundamental laws are out of the question, of course, but otherwise it is free game."

"Certain laws?"

This time he seemed more like a professor teaching a class, and the thought sent shivers through her body. "Bringing back the dead is dangerous, and those who dwell in Heaven cannot be returned for obvious reasons. Basic rules of physics and reality should remain untouched as well, removing fundamental forces from existence tend to break more than they fix."

She stared at him for a moment, before a smile tugged at her lips, "I was referring to more legal powers than the supernatural."

It was Lucifer's turn to blink in surprise, before he did chuckle, "Trivialities, so long as you don't take away free will."

Her snort in response was noticeable to any in the room, "Oh please, people give their choices away without even thinking about it. I'm certainly not worried about that."

"Too true" he nodded in agreement, before waiting for her to continue. Chloe fell into silent contemplation once more though, weighing various options and possibilities. Upon reaching, what appeared to be, a decision she opened her mouth, only to be interrupted by the Devil once more. "Don't accept based upon the situation."

Confusion settled on the room, and Lucifer let out a sigh as if sensing the need to explain.

"When you become my queen, I want you to do so because of your own desires, not just to get revenge. It isn't something you can take back later. Don't give away your choice for a temporary circumstance."

The Detective turned back towards the open door and leaned out onto the balcony to hide her scowl. She had certainly not anticipated, nor wanted, her own words thrown back at her from the fallen angel. Still, she knew he was right and such a decision shouldn't be made lightly.

"I want them gone Lucifer. I'm sick of this game, sick of dealing with these assholes. Sick of waiting around and watching my friends become targets just because they are too cowardly to confront you themselves."

It was as if a dam had been breached, the water pouring forward in the form of Mazikeen. She moved to within mere feet of the blonde and knelt onto one knee without hesitation. "Give me the command. Let me loose my queen, and I will become your rage. Brutal and without mercy. I will rip and tear until it is done.

The human woman slowly turned, no surprise or confusion in her eyes. Instead, she took two steps and was in front of demon, hands reaching out to either side of her face, turning it up so that she looked down into glowing, amber eyes.

"Show me."

No further command was needed, and Mazikeen's human flesh bled away into her true appearance. Lucifer knew that the blonde had seen this before, his lieutenant had told him of course, but was still surprised by the affection in the human's eyes when she looked down onto her.

Maze, of course, basked in the attention, drawn towards it like a moth to a flame, desperate in her want, need, for more.

"P-please…" she practically whimpered out, though for more contact or an order Lucifer wasn't quite sure.

"So beautiful." Chloe muttered, before pulling a bit more insistently on the head held in her hands, raising the demoness up so that their lips could meet. A moment later and the blonde's tongue traced upon the opposing lips, asking for and demanding entrance at the same time.

Her 'victim' yielded immediately, and the two muscles, both similar and so different, intertwined for several wonderful moments before Chloe pulled back, nearly being followed by the other in a desperate attempt to continue.

"Soon" She whispered, "but not yet. Dan is mine, and I want him to suffer as a human first, to take every shred of life and humanity away from him. Only when he is broken and begging for death will I allow him this kindness."

***CoS***

Despite how soft her knock was, the sound still echoed in the dark room, alerting its sole inhabitant to another. "Beatrice? Are you up?'

"Yeah…"

Chloe creaked the door open, careful not to allow too much light in even as she peered into the gloom, "How are you feeling?"

"Okay I guess." The uncertainty in her best friend's voice stabbed at the blonde's heart, but she persevered.

"Can I get you something? Are you still in pain?"

Silence answered, before a timid voice whispered out, "Could you just… hold me for a little?"

The detective slipped inside, softly closing the door behind her even as she crossed the room to her friend's outline, lying in the sole bed. Pulling back the covers, and slipping off her shoes, Chloe climbed in, and almost instantly was her friend clutching onto her, terror evident in her grip.

Both arms went around the woman's back even as her face went into the silky curls of hair atop her head. "It's okay Beatrice. He's never going to hurt you again, I promise."

"How can you?" came the reply, one that stung her heart more than she would care to admit. "He will be waiting for me when you can't be there. When I go out with a friend, when I get takeout, when I go to the gym or just for a walk outside. I can't hide away forever, and I can't have you escort me around for the rest of my life."

"You won't have to, I'm going to take care of you Beatrice, I told you that."

But the tears were already wet on her shirt, and the head buried in her chest shook side to side. "I know how these stories end…" the dancer muttered, "I've had friends endure this before, and it's only a matter of time until…"

Her hands moved before she realized it, pulling the face so full of despair up towards her own. Lips met, slow and comforting, and Trixie whined in protest when she ended it. "That is not going to happen to you. Lucifer… he made me an offer. If I accept then I can protect you, now and forever. I can keep you safe, you and Ella and everyone else I care about."

"Wh-what offer?"

The blonde looked away, unsure of how to proceed. Should she tell her the truth? How would her friend deal with the existence of religion and her own brushes with it? Would she freak out? Run away?

"Chloe?" the voice was soft again, and this time comforting for her. "Is everything okay? Is the offer… is it something bad?"

Was it? What really was holding her back from what Lucifer was offering her? A crappy job? An empty life?

No, she knew what it was. She couldn't lie to those she cared about, not about something so important, not forever and the thought of horrifying Beatrice and Ella wasn't worth the risk. But was the risk still there?

"No, not it isn't bad I'm just… I'm afraid of how all of you will react."

Beatrice sat up, tear stains still evident on her face and the makeup under her eyes smudged. The bruise had begun healing, though it would likely still be present for a few days. "Chloe… you know that no matter what happens I will care about you right? I'm not going to leave you. I lo… I mean I just… I care about you."

The slip was obvious to both, but the blonde let it slide. There was enough emotional baggage for one day being opened, no need to add more onto it. "Lucifer… he offered me the world."

Silence settled, before her friend let out what could only be called a 'squeal of happiness'. He proposed to you! Chloe this is incredible! Why would you think this would upset me?"

It was a proposition, but not one that Beatrice fully understood, her friend noted with hesitation. "He did… sort of. Beatrice, do you remember going to church as a child?"

Her best friend's face froze, eyes searching and expression slowly scrunching into confusion. "I… think so yeah? Wow that was a long time…"

"God is real Beatrice."

***CoS***

The conversation lasted for what felt to be hours. Slowly rekindling the knowledge in her friend's mind, dealing with the shock and questions, though she had expected more horror and revulsion that intrigue on her the dancer's part.

"So now you know, why I haven't exactly accepted his offer. I didn't want to lie to you, I promise, I was just selfish and wanted a little more time with you in case you didn't want to deal with this."

"Wow…"

"Yeah"

Trixie stared off into space for a few more moments, before shifting her attention back to the woman next to her. "So, does that make you a queen?"

Chloe's eyes widened, before she laughed and coughed at the same moment, "I guess so yeah, but I mean…"

"So, could I be like, a princess or something? Wait no, what were those things in Tasha's trashy romance novels? A harem! Does that mean I'm going to be in your royal harem? Can I dress up in some silky, see-thru outfit and dance for you? Can I have a collar and..."

"Beatrice!" The exclamation brought the woman from her, surprising, fantasies and allowed Chloe to focus her attention, "He's the Devil."

Her friend blinked, before nodding slowly, "Yeah Chloe, I heard you the first time. Satan, Lucifer, The Devil, fallen angel, Lord of Hell, etc. I get that but you aren't." This declaration had the blonde's mind swirling in her own confusion, forcing her friend to give a huff and explain. "You aren't evil Chloe, you aren't a bad person, Hell you are the nicest, most angelic person I have ever met. If you don't see him as being evil, then clearly, he isn't. Wait, does that mean I'm going to be part of his harem too? Fucking hot!" Noticing the expression on the blonde's face, the dancer's grin fell a bit, "Chloe, did you honestly think I would abandon you because of this? Do you know how long I've waited for someone to just care about me for who I am rather than what I do? To see me as more than just a one-night-stand and as a human being that wants to belong and loved?"

To Hell with the concerns, "Beatrice, I do love you." Chloe didn't want any missed signals, didn't want her friend excusing the words as something between friends or family. She put as much compassion in the words as possible, hoping to emphasize just how she felt.

It seemed to have gotten the point across, and after gaping for a second Trixie nodded, "I… I love you too Chloe. I always have. I just… is he going to be okay with this? With me and you loving each other?"

The blonde reached up and tenderly stroked her face. "He better be, because we are a package deal now. Just like he is with Maze. You, me, maybe Ella if she doesn't freak out…"

Beatrice snorted, "Oh please, she has it worse than I do. You think I was desperate to have you claim ownership over me? That girl is one word away from stripping down, putting on a collar, and giving you the leash."

***CoS***

Despite the suggestion, and assurances by her best friend, Chloe opts not to tell Ella the truth, at least not at that moment. There was still a lot going on, too much stress and problems to throw more onto the fire.

Ella and Charlotte were still technically under investigation, although nothing further had happened in either of their cases since the initial interviews. Beatrice had eventually agreed to stay at Lux until the situation involving Dan could be sorted out, but it had taken Chloe pulling the 'I am your queen so you will do as I say' card to finally earn that.

As for the blonde herself, she had opted to remain at Lux for the time being, and at the insistences of both Lucifer and Mazikeen.

"If they are willing to go after your friends, they might go after you as well." The Devil had warned, and the detective agreed. Plus, it gave her a much larger area to work at when discussing their next moves and plans with the blonde lawyer when she would stop by.

Speaking of Charlotte, the woman had taken to her shift in career with gusto. Each time Chloe saw her she looked more rested, healthier, and happier. She could easily understand, at least on a physical level, why Dan had been sleeping with the lawyer. Not that she ever thought Richards was ugly, but there was always a certain detachment towards the woman, a 'beware of contamination' sign hung from her neck so to speak.

But now that had been removed, and Chloe would admit that the woman's neck seemed a bit too bare at times.

She really could use a collar, maybe one with her own name on it.

That realization had the detective bursting out in laughter, the side-hurting-hard-to-breathe kind. If someone had told her six months ago that she would be fantasizing about putting a dog collar around Charlotte's neck and then fucking her so hard she forgot her own name, they would have likely been arrested. There might have even been tazing and claims of resisting arrest.

Now though she was unconsciously adding the woman into future plans and celebrations. Once this was all over, they needed to have a party, and if that party devolved into the orgy that Maze had been practically begging for then who would blame her?

***CoS***

"Do you have a plan?"

Chloe sighed from where she was now seated on a couch. The adrenaline was gone, the rage subsiding into a cold vendetta. "I have a few ideas. But I think the first thing we need to do is get your brother and Cain out of the picture."

The Devil nodded as he sat across from her in his throne-like chair. "And what do you plan to do with them? Surely your vengeance doesn't stop at just one man."

"No, but I also don't assume to pass judgement on your family."

He quirked his head slightly to the side, "No? He has wronged you far more than me, at least recently."

"But he is still your brother. Regardless of how you feel about him he is family. That means it is your choice, not mine."

He leaned back into his chair, eyes closing as he pondered her words. He did need to deal with Amenadiel, one way or another. The pigeon had been a thorn in his side for far too long, and now that he was choosing to go after his queen and her court it had passed beyond the 'mildly annoying' phase and reached the 'I'm planning your death' phase.

Before he could fall any deeper into dreams of pain and vengeance a voice ripped him back into the present. "What do you look like?"

His head snaps up to the only other person present in the room, and confusion fills his eyes.

Chloe is staring at him, almost expectantly, but he isn't quite sure what she meant by the question. "What do you think I look like?" When in doubt, answer with another question, at least it would give him a clue.

She maintains eye contact for a moment, before looking away, out into the open air that is close but so far away from her at that moment. "I mean… I figure like Maze does, right? Your skin would be different, but you probably have wings, or do you? I've seen a lot of depictions with horns so I'm guessing something like that?"

The question becomes clear to him, though why she is asking at that moment he doesn't have the faintest idea. "I do have wings, yes. My skin isn't quite the same as Mazikeen's though. It would likely be what you call 'black and burnt'."

Now her curiosity is replaced with a frown, "Burnt? Do all angels look like that?"

"No, it is because of The Fall." Her frown deepens, and he doesn't blame her. So much of her world view has been flipped in ways most couldn't handle in the last few months. "When I was cast from Heaven. It burns on the way down, as well as in Hell."

A slight nod acknowledges she understands, but she is quiet now, a different kind of quiet than before. "Does… does it hurt?" Her tone contains so many different things. It is shy, almost as a child asking about something they think that they understand but don't want to upset anyone with. There is also the detective inside, cataloging the information for further examination later. Then there is something else, something more, compassion and empathy, hurt and anguish.

Lucifer understands the second of these things the most, and a bit of the first. The last, however, he is completely perplexed by.

Why would she be hurt by something that occurred so long ago and to someone else?

"What else?" Now there is conviction, perseverance.

"No horns, that is a trope created by humans to give a more bestial appearance I suppose. My eyes would be red, fiery is a good description I've been told. Otherwise, I would look fairly human."

She nods, wetting her lips and turning towards the outside once more. It's clear she is uncomfortable about something, but the Devil doesn't know what.

"Disappointed?"

This time it is her head that snaps towards him, "Wh-what!?"

"You seemed to have an image built up in your mind, are you disappointed that I don't have horns and red skin?"

"Of course not! I just… I'm trying to come to terms with it I guess."

This was more of the reaction he had been expecting, "Having second thoughts?"

The confusion was back, "About you? Of course not. I'm just… trying to figure out how God would do that to his own child."

Lucifer was instantly taken aback. "I rebelled Chloe, defied God."

She rolled her eyes, "Oh wow, a child acting out against what their parent says, I'm sure that's never happened before."

"This is different," he argued, though he wasn't quite sure as to why. "My father is absolute, the creator of all things. His will be done and all that."

Her arms crossed in front of her chest, "He's also a bastard who abandoned his children, including humanity, for who the fuck knows why. Spoiler alert Lucifer, that isn't being a good parent." The Devil was prepared to continue arguing when she interrupted, "We are getting off topic though. When do I get to see?"

"See?"

"Your other self, true self, whatever you want to call it. When do I get to see it?"

Lucifer hesitated, he knew she would see it eventually, of course, and had seen how easily she interacted with Mazikeen's demonic self, even going so far as kissing her, but this would likely be different. Would she react badly? Find him unsightly with a different appearance? Be terrified?

Apparently, his inner worries were rather apparent to the blonde, who let out a sigh, "I'm not going to freak out or anything Lucifer, we are past that stage remember? Plus, I don't know if Maze told you yet, but I've been curious about sex while she is in her other skin. Personally, I blame the two of you, but I seem to have a bit of a demon fetish now and a threesome with the two of your other forms sounds hot. Maybe even throw in some roleplay into it if you are interested."

Interested? Fuck, he would summon Mazikeen and drag them both into his bedroom right now if the situation were a bit different. But still, it was one thing to say she would be fine, and another thing to be fine.

"One step at a time hm?" he finally replied, earning a nod before letting out a breath. A second later and his perfect skin was gone, replaced with a surface more akin to the aftermath of a volcanic eruption. Black and scarred with veins like lava, his own eyes burning with equal intensity. His hair had regrown in time, though it was ashy and gray rather than the silky black of his human form. The clothing remained, though he was still 'functional' below, much to his own relief.

Chloe stared for a moment, before slowly standing and walking over to him, her steps small and timid. "You didn't answer me before… does it hurt?"

"Eons have passed," he replied, his voice, though similar, now possessed a rougher quality. "If It does then I no longer notice it."

She begins reaching out, but pauses, clearly hesitant about touching something she shouldn't. Lucifer merely nods to her silent request and suddenly there is skin touching what remains of his own. It is a completely new sensation, to have a normal person touch his true form. He burns hot, from not just the fall but all the time in Hell and his own nature, thus her fingers are cool, and it feels as though he is given fresh air for the first time in his life.

To both of their surprise he presses back, almost nuzzling into her hands as the touch so gently across the scarred remains.

It feels nice, wonderfully so¸ and the Lord of Hell found himself almost drunk on the sensations and relief.

"You feel hot…" she murmurs, and he makes some noise in response. It is barely an acknowledgement, more of just a sound to reply to a sound.

Her exploration continues down his face to his neck and he found himself almost desperate for more. How easy it would be to just tear his clothing off, to let her continue exploring.

Before they can, however, a sound echoes out from the elevator and Chloe quickly pulls back, much to his dismay.

Footsteps followed, but to his dismay it was only Eve that walked in, completely oblivious that the two adults, once more seated apart from each other, were previously in such an intimate state.

"I dropped off Trixie's dinner as you ordered."

He gave a nod, not trusting his voice not to be off, or to say something else. He was more than a little tempted to ask the blonde to return to her ministrations and tell the intruder to get down onto her knees and eat Chloe out in return.

***CoS***

Amenadiel had been looking forward to this moment for far too long. Oh how he had been longing for the look of surprise, of anger, of hatred, of defeat on the face of his fallen brother. To see despair fill the Devil as he realizes how his plans were toppled so easily, so effortlessly, by those of the forces of Heaven.

Based on the look in his partner's eyes, Cain was filled with similar feelings.

Everything had been readied and was now in motion, the gears were turning, the dominoes falling, and as he stepped out of the car into the cool, crisp air he allowed himself a moment of pride and took a deep breath.

Soon he would be done with this world and its sin, its inhabitants and their failures. The first murderer stepped around the vehicle to join him on the sidewalk just as the other metallic beasts in their caravan took up spaces nearby. The time for subterfuge was over, now was the moment for action.

The angel gave a nod to the mortals that accompanied them, and in unison they began their descent upon the human establishment that the Lord of Sin had created.

Two men stood at the front door, clearly the first line of defense, and the others, both officers of the law and independent security forces, immediately prepared for a fight.

How strange it was, that the two 'bouncers' merely nodded and gestured them inside, as if they had been expected. Such a thing wasn't possible, of course, and clearly the men had been given orders to appear cooperative, perhaps to lower guards. Maybe they even recognized some of the agents of the law and permitted entrance for such reasons, maybe they just knew that there was no chance of defeating such a force.

Either way, to Amenadiel it didn't matter. All that was important was the inevitable outcome.

As they entered, he noticed their 'special assistant' hurry to catch up with them, clearly wanting to be a part of the main arrests or perhaps just to make himself look better. It didn't matter either way, the angel would honor their agreement to the best of his abilities.

Espinoza looked far more concerned, glancing around as if expecting some sort of ambush. It was nonsense, of course, but he supposed humans were far more fragile than his siblings. A few stray bullets might be a minor annoyance to him, but to normal flesh and blood it could prove fatal.

"Lead on detective." The man looked ready to wet himself at the command but swallowed down his apparent fears and nodded in acceptance. Down the halls they went, the repugnance of debauchery growing stronger with every step.

Alcohol, vapors, drugs, sex, violence. All of these and more filled the air.

It was grotesque, and his disgust in such sights, sounds, and smells was overshadowed only by the reactions of those that had been chosen to accompany his crusade. The eyes of both men and women strayed from their task, lingered on exposed flesh and flimsy clothing. Mouths watered, pupils dilated, fingers twitched, and skin grew crimson as they measly flesh and minds coveted and craved the insignificant indulgences.

Pathetic, and the angel made his thoughts known through a very audible snort. This served to redirect attentions to the job at hand and fortify the constitutions, at least until they passed by the next door where sounds of lust emanated from.

Perhaps this was his fallen sibling's plan, to lure his forces away with sins of the flesh and intoxication of the mind. Amenadiel straightened his back, letting out his force of will and pushed forward. His example seemed to rally those who followed, and finally they made it through the twists and turns and onto the main room.

Here though, he paused once more. It wasn't full as he would have expected, wasn't brimming with the bodies of patrons or the booming of music.

Instead, it was a few staff members doing maintenance and cleaning. He squared his shoulders before marching up to the bar situated on one side, and the creature who was cleaning glasses behind it. "Stand down demon."

Mazikeen glanced up, eyebrow raising in disinterest before she let out a snort, "Bar's closed, go bother someone else."

"You know why we are here."

She didn't even try to hide the roll of her eyes, much to his annoyance. "Sorry, no discounts for…" she paused, a wicked grin forming on her lips, "adopted brats."

A steady hand gripped his shoulder before he had the chance to strike out across the flimsy barrier that separated them, though Maze didn't so much as react to the tension in his form.

"Where is he." This growl came from Dan and earned a shrug from the dark-skinned woman.

"Beats me, you know your drug dealer only comes around on Thursdays."

The comeback earned a flush of embarrassment, and though the detective muttered something in return it was half-hearted, and guilt flowed freely from him. It would be addressed at another time, and thankfully a third voice of reasoning spoke up before the situation could deteriorate further, "He means Lucifer."

Mazikeen didn't even look up at Cain's voice, "Doorway to your right."

With his composure reclaimed, Amenadiel glanced to where she had indicated. Indeed, there was an exit with a bright sign above, illuminating for emergency purposes.

"No tricks now." He commanded, earning another roll of amber-eyes.

Through the door was a long hallway, but he could see a light on in one of the side rooms and conversations held within. That was, almost certainly, where their destination lay. Turning back, he issued an order for two officers to watch their rear and continued his march.

They reached the room a few moments later, and he blinked in surprise upon stepping into the doorway. Sure enough, Lucifer was inside, along with Chloe Decker and Charlotte Richards. Apart from those three, however, was close to a dozen individuals in black suits, two of which were seated across from them at the large conference table.

All conversation came to a halt as eyes glanced about and bodies turned.

"Lucifer, I have a search warrant along with a warrant for your arrest!"

No one so much as budged, but one of the suited individuals did look over to the younger blonde. "Ms. Decker?"

She nodded, "The man in front along with the larger on at his side. The one in the jacket is my ex-husband, Dan Espinoza."

Now the other, still standing, individuals began shifting towards them, and the trio readied themselves for a fight. "As I said, we have a warrant, and if you try to interfere…"

"May I see that?"

The angel blinked as one of the nearby men held out his hand. The request had sounded official, and it made him hesitate more than it should. Technically the warrant wasn't legal, not in the human sense. Cain and he weren't actual federal agents after all, which meant obtaining something like that wasn't possible. If they had requested the L.A.P.D. obtain the necessary paperwork it would have undoubtedly raised red flags, not only in the department but also in his brother's spy ring.

Reluctantly, else it might draw more attention, he produced the papers and pushed them into the open hand.

Said individual began to look over it, humming, occasionally frowning, and overall looking like he was analyzing every word. A minute later and the lawyer joined him, silently requesting what he had already read over to peruse herself.

After a few more minutes Amenadiel's patience finally wore off, "Who are you exactly?'

The man glanced up, "Special Agent Kujan, FBI."

Shit

***CoS***