"Describing love can't be this tough.

I could set this song on fire,

send it up in smoke.

I could throw it in the river

and watch it sink in slowly.

Tie the pages to a plane

and send it to the moon.

Play it for the world,

but it won't mean much.

Unless I sing this song to you."

- Song On Fire by Nickleback

Lucifer Morningstar

My face remains still and unaffected as I patiently wait for Linda to take in the information, I just spent half an hour telling her. Hoping for her to at least tell me what to do about it.

Now that Amenadiel and Linda have finally gotten Charlie's fever down, Linda holds her little son in her arms as she contemplates on what to say next.

"Are you sure they are gone?"

How should I bloody know? It's not like I got the manual for those things.

"I don't know. I can't make them come out. And that's just the tip of the iceberg, doctor. My senses are dulled, making me clumsy, I can't heal as fast as I'm used to, and now the Detective thinks I'm human. Really, it's quite depressing."

"It sounds like it's true. But what is the problem in your question?"

"I want you to help me fix this."

"Lucifer, judging by what it looks like, I can only decipher that it's a good thing."

"How can this be a good thing?"

"You really don't see it?" Amenadiel walks into the living room and sits down next to Linda on the couch, eyeing his son, before looking at me.

"See what? That I'm now a mere version of my former self?"

He simply sighs and shakes his head in disagreement.

Linda suddenly changing the subject. "When did you realize this?"

I think back for only a moment. "At the beach where I was with the Detective."

"And what did you do? Obviously, something triggered it."

"I don't know. The Detective and I were having a lovely moment within each other's embrace when it happened."

"Did Chloe maybe do something?"

"No. I don't believe so. If anything, it was..."

"Yes, Lucifer, go on."

"...I confessed my feelings to her." I pause. "After that her eyes started glowing and she said that mine did as well. And seconds later, my wings disappeared."

"Lucifer don't you get it?"

"I'm afraid not. That's why I came here."

"I believe that this is your mind and body's way of telling you that you are ready to be with Chloe."

"I'm already with her in more ways than one."

"Yes, but more than that. You know, be at the same pace with her."

"Same pace?"

"To be able to finally grow old with her."

"Why would I want that?"

"Why wouldn't you? You obviously love Chloe enough to be with her. The real question is: Do you want to spend the rest of your lives together or not?"

My eyebrows knit together in confusion. "What those that have to do with my current situation?"

Amenadiel groans almost like I'm missing something. Even Linda tries to hide her chuckle with her palm. It's like they both have this look on their face whenever they're saying something insightful and waiting for me to figure it out.

"Lucifer, I'm not fully immortal anymore and yet I can still use my powers."

"And you also happen to be Daddy's favorite, Amenadiel. But that still doesn't answer why are mine coming and going all willy-nilly as they please?"

"Maybe because you still haven't decided on what you want." My brother says.

"Oh, I know what I want. I want a glass of James T. Kirk right about now, but you don't see me drinking it, do you?"

"Luci." He sighs again but goes on. "When I lost my powers was when I started punishing myself for what I almost did to you." I nod as he refers to the time, he paid Malcom to kill me. "And eventually I got them back, but I wouldn't call myself indestructible anymore..."

I nod while pacing around the room. So that means I have a chance to get them back. However, the question still remains. How?

"...like we assumed before that we choose our own faiths and therefore, we have power over our own bodies."

I nod again, bored, and not listening to what I already have heard of from his countless theories on Celestials 101.

"Lucifer." Linda's voice suddenly breaks my thoughts and I turn to her. "Do you like being mortal or immortal?"

"The latter. Of course." I answer instantly.

"And how do you feel yourself when you're with Chloe?" Linda asks.

I feel like I've been asked this question too many times to count. And every time I answer differently because there are not enough words to express how I feel when I'm with the Detective.

"Like...like I'm with a friend. A best friend who knows me for me. She makes me feel, like myself. She makes me feel hu-" I stop abruptly.

Linda raises her brow.

I sigh. "Human."

Linda nods. "You're at crossroads with yourself, Lucifer."

Amenidel adds. "And that is until you decide, your body and mind will keep fighting because of it."

"So, what your saying is, I need to tell myself I'm the Devil and I'll get my wings?"

"It might be a little complicated than that. But I believe it is all in your hands, brother."

I stand up and clap my hands together. "Well splendid. Thank you, Linda." Ignoring the face my brother just made. I'm still not quite happy about the stupid stunt he pulled at precinct. But before heading out, I take a peek at their now sleeping offspring, and smile at the little boy. "Charlie." He gives me small grunt noise in return.

At least I could start making some sense about all of this thanks to Linda and Charlie.

Just when I've made it to my car, Linda calls out to me. "Lucifer, wait up!"

"Yes?"

She tumbles with her fingers for a moment before asking. "Have you heard anything from Maze?"

I shake my head. "Besides the few days ago when she tried to kill me. No."

"I know that. But as her friend, I'm really worried about her, Lucifer. She's going through a tough time and I'm afraid she might do something stupid again." Her concern for Maze is evident in her voice. I understand that those two have bonded over the years, but that doesn't mean that Maze has changed her old bad habits.

"The only stupid thing Maze could do is to conduct a scheme with Michael to rule the world. Really I wouldn't worry about her."

"How could you not? Isn't she your friend?"

"I don't think she sees me like that anymore."

"But do you?"

Linda got me thinking and now I'm pondering over her words as I play with a lonely pen in my hand as Chloe and I listen over a man in the precinct.

"...Now that she's gone, I regret not spending time with her sooner. Life is unpredictable and you will never know when the people you cherish will leave you one day." Mr. Jorden goes on with a heavy heart as the Detective and I hear his last statement.

Poor lad. 63-years-olds and lost his wife to a mugger. I make a mental note that if I ever go back to Hell, I'll make sure that his wife's murderer will get punished to the extreme. No one deserves that kind of grief.

"Again, we are very sorry for your loss, Mr. Jorden." Chloe stands up to guide him out of the interrogation room.

Something about that man's words got to me. Everything was a mess in my head after my talk with Linda and Amenadiel. Thoughts of the future still haunt my mind. It's like I must make a decision now or I might regret it.

I remain in my seat when I feel a hand gently massage my right shoulder. "You okay?"

I manage a small smile for her. My Chloe. She's filled with so much love, I often times wonder if this beautiful woman is even real.

"Did you get any clue on what's going on with you from your visit to Amenadiel and Linda?"

"Not really. Instead I'm more confused, thought."

"There's only the paperwork left now. I know you hate that stuff so how about I do it and you go ask Ella for the finished forensics report."

"Of course." Even though, I would love the idea of not doing the groundwork, I'd rather help her out. The sooner we can get this done, the sooner we can go to the penthouse.

Making my way over to the lab, the door to the room flings open at my touch and my gaze immediately tarts to a man standing behind the table. My father.

"What are you doing here?" I knit my brows in annoyance, quickly closing the door behind me and shutting the blinds as well just in case someone starts asking questions.

"I wanted to see you." He simply says to which I snort.

"Well I don't." I say coldly. "If it's about the family reunion then don't get your pants in a twist, we'll be there. And if you don't mind, I have work to do. So, you best be on your way." Since Ms. Lopez isn't here at the moment, I should probably go and find her.

Moving to the door, I let my hand grasp the handle and soon enough I realize it's locked.

I sigh.

Urge to kill rising.

"Is this your plan?" Turning around to see the smirk plastered on his face. "Locking me in the forensics with you and then talking me to death? News flash, Father! I have nothing to say to you."

"Good. Then you can simply listen."

"I don't want to listen to you!" My voice firm and at the edge of breaking, while holding myself with crossed arms. "You have never listened to me, so why should I even consider it?"

"Who said I've never listened to you?"

Shaking my head while gritting my teeth. Really? After all this time.

"I heard you, you know." He says referring to when I called him Dad earlier.

"I hadn't seen you in ages. It was merely a moment of weakness." Defending my choice of words earlier. "Speaking of weakness."

He lowers his chin, already reading my thoughts. "You want to know the reasoning of your current situation?"

"First of all. Get out of my head. And second. Isn't it obvious by now or is there something written on my bloody forehead that amuses you so?"

He smiles. "Take it as a gift."

And that's when the spark ignited the flame inside my chest. "A gift? Just like you thought I would see the Detective?" I say bitterly in which my father simply lifts his shoulders. Chloe was devasted when she thought of herself like that and I intend to defend her. "She's not a gift. She's so much more. She's..." She's everything to me. She's My Love. I say the last part out more to myself.

"And I am very pleased to hear you have at last come to this conclusion, son. All I have ever wanted was for you to be happy."

"Well you have a demented way of showing it."

"One day you'll understand when you have children of your own."

"Well that won't happen." I laugh at his absurd comment. The possibility of me having an offspring is at zero. Trust me, I've tried. And why would I want a child? They are messy and small little critters who cry and don't let go of you until you fulfill their needs. Charlie is a good example. And when they finally start growing, they start getting ideas and suck your wallet dry at every Monopoly game. But leaving that aside, Trixie is the only one, besides Charlie, I actually enjoy spending time with.

Most of all, I would never allow my father to prove a point. I'd rather cut my wings off again then become a dad.

"Hey, Lucifer." Comes the cheery voice of Ms. Lopez as she enters the room.

"Finally." I turn to her, happy she's here. "The Detective needs the analysis report for the Jorden case."

"Oh, right! Yes, of course. I was just wondering if you needed-" Ella suddenly stops her chatter when her gaze lands on my father. "Who's this?"

I try to be reasonable, even though I want to get out of this room already. "Ms. Lopez meet my father. Father meet Ms. Lopez."

"It's a pleasure." My father greets her with the utmost clarity.

Ella eyes widen. "Oh my god!" And I internally cringe at the scene when she rushes towards him and embraces the bastard. "You're Lucifer's dad!"

I eye him, telling him that I'm leaving and that he better be gone before the end of our shift.

"That I am. It is really nice to meet you, Ms. Lopez." Patting Ella's back.

"You too, papa Morningstar."

I scowl at her blunt comment. Quickly grabbing the files and heading out before my dear old dad decided he wanted to continue our quarrel.

I am the Devil.

I push my hands against the wall as I let the hot water run down my spine. I've been repeating it for twenty minutes now, hoping for something, but receiving nothing. At least the shower has a calming effect on my nerves since recently I've been on edge. I'd like to blame it on the sensitivity of my state of mind, but I somehow doubt that that's the case.

My family would be a good guess.

My father's recent return for starters. What did he really want? He's really not going to expect me to be an idiot an believe the only reason for his presence here is his sudden fondness for his children. No. That can't be it.

And let's not start with my fool of a twin. What's Michael's endgame? He's always been a sneaky little weasel with hiding his true intentions from us, but that won't mean I can't shake it out of him. And why did he want the ring? I sigh.

Damn it.

I lean my head against the wall. Lilith's immortality. Maze wanted a soul and she told me Michael promised her one. But did Maze also know that the ring doesn't work like that? That's probably the reason he got her on his side in the first place. Maze is a fool if she thinks she can trust Michael.

The sound of the door slightly creaking open and closing reaches my ears and pulls me from my thoughts. Soon after I hear my love's precious movements behind me, wrapping her tender body around me.

"No fair." I mumble.

"What's not fair?" She speaks into my skin on my back where her soft lips are now pressed against. Sending jolts of shivers up my nerves and into my deviant head.

"I wanted to undress you." I pout.

"Sorry." She says simply. "But you can do that next time." The way she said it made my pouted lips spread into a genuine smile.

Next time.

I turn around and slide my hands around her, pressing our fronts together.

Chloe cups both my cheeks. "What's that face?"

"Nothing." I smile back.

"Tell me."

I beam at her, nudging my nose against hers. "You said next time."

It's like I always have something to look forward to, or rather someone, and that person is right in front of me.

Chloe let's out a small, adorable giggle. "And the next. And the next. And the next. I can go on if you'd like?"

"Always."

Her smile is suddenly tainted with a frown.

"Did I make you frown? Because I had no intention of-"

"No-No. It's not that. It's just that you said always, and I thought of..." She leans her head against my chest, sighs. Mumbling to me that its fine. I start rubbing her back, hoping and encouraging her to continue. A few moments pass and she looks up at me with uncertainty in her eyes. "We'll always be together, right?"

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