"Chloe!"
They moved so she was leaning against the shipping container. He pressed his hand ontop of hers, and they both pressed on her wound.
"I'm fine! I'm fine," she was shaking her head.
"No, no, no, no! You're not fine!" He pushed her back against the container when she tried to move and go back to fighting to get to their daughter.
"You're not fine," he told her.
They dropped down to the ground, and Chloe was sobbing.
"Lucifer, we both know today isn't the day I die," her voice broke. "I'm fine. You go!"
He glanced behind him at the flames, which were slowly spreading farther.
"But the fire," he protested.
"Lucifer, we came here to save her." She put her hand to his chin and shook her head.
"Please, go. Please!"
She was gripping his suit and pulling him closer to her.
"Go!"
He didn't pay attention to it then. He didn't pay attention to anything besides rescuing Rory. Throughout the entire fight, he was single-mindedly focused on Rory. Even though he knew he wouldn't be making it out of this, he was going to do his best to make sure that Rory did.
But then, against all odds, they all got out. They were alive, and he felt like he could breathe again. That is, until he realized his new purpose in healing Hell. How could he make this decision? He was turning into his father, being the absent father that he had resented his whole life.
Without Rory's encouragement to go, he doesn't know that he would have had the strength to leave after all.
The flight to Hell was a lonely one, no matter how short it was. He longed to have Chloe in his arms, and to see Rory smile at him again. He wanted to see the urchin again, to make sure that she knew he didn't want to be gone forever.
Every step he took through Hell announced his decision. It was the clock ticking, telling him it was too late to back out, that he needed to get to work.
He ended up jumping straight into things, if only to keep his mind off of the pain of saying goodbye. He called for his demons to meet him.
"Lucifer!" they cried in joy.
He forced a smile at them, "I'm back," he declared.
He updated them on what their new goals were going to be. He had learned from his mistakes with Daniel, so he knew not to let them break the loops before he had a chance to see what they were.
It was nonstop for the first few days down in Hell. He picked the first door he came across, and went to work on trying to find the source of their guilt. It was only when he broke their loop and explained why he was there that it came up.
"Okay, so you're the devil," Samuel said while stretching out the word 'devil' in an unnecessary way. "And you are trying to help me get rid of my guilt. So that I can leave Hell. And go to Heaven. Why? What's in it for you?"
"This place is a shit hole and I don't want to be here any longer. What better way to achieve that than moving all of you guys upstairs?" he replied.
"Sure, sure. That's certainly a solution. Why don't you just leave, though?"
He sighed. "I already did that. I'm back. Look, we aren't here for my story. We're here to help you with yours."
Samuel was not very impressed with that answer it seemed. He immediately went over to the pool table in his loop to get it ready for another game.
"Look, not that I don't believe you, but why should I trust the guy who literally has blood on his hands?"
What? He looked down at his hands, and opened his mouth to say that Samuel needed to get his eyes checked or drop the metaphors. But it was true. There was dried blood on his hands.
His first thought was that he had self-actualized it to be there, so he tried to will it to go away. But obviously it didn't work, he realized. It was Chloe's. He got the blood on his hands when he was trying to keep her alive in the warehouse. He scratched at the blood, trying to get it off. He needed it to be off.
"Right," Samuel snorted.
The Hell Loop resumed.