For the next two weeks, Lucifer stayed with Chloe while Lux was being repaired. Although, having the child underfoot tended to undermine his plans for sexy time with the Detective, he found he enjoyed living with them. It was rather nice, not having to go home to an empty penthouse for a change. Not to mention, anything that allowed more time with Chloe certainly had the devil's approval.

They were just wrapping up the paperwork on their latest case (Lucifer found the victim's moniker of 'Bob the Knob' utterly hilarious), when Chloe snapped her fingers in front of Lucifer's face to get his attention.

"I said," she repeated, "do you want to go trick-or-treating with us?".

Lucifer made a face. "Isn't that when all the sticky-fingered miscreants go out and peddle for sugary confections that leave them even more sticky fingered?". He shuddered at the thought of his Armani being that close to so many chocolate-laden urchins.

Chloe wondered, not for the first time, if her eyes were going to get stuck in the back of her head from constantly rolling them. "It's not that bad, Lucifer. Besides, Amenadiel is going" she told him.

Lucifer's eyebrows shot up into his hairline. "How on earth did you convince my dullard of a sibling to agree to that?".

"He thinks Trixie will make a good practice kid," Chloe sighed, "We've tried to tell him babies are a whole different ballgame, but he's too stubborn to listen". She didn't bother to mention that stubbornness was clearly a family trait that both siblings inherited.

"Very well," he sighed, "I suppose I shall accompany you on this venture, if for no other reason than to prevent the offspring from starvation when my brother literally bores the candy away".

"I appreciate the sacrifice, babe" Chloe snickered. His look of pride at thinking she was serious caused her to laugh even harder.

Later that evening, while Trixie and Chloe were getting ready, Amenadiel arrived in the living room wearing his full holy vestments, wings out, and a plastic halo.

"The dress and the wings I get, brother," Lucifer mused, "but what is with the bit on your head?".

Amenadiel sighed. "Apparently, Trixie didn't think I looked enough like an Angel unless I included a halo". He shot his brother a dirty look when the devil practically fell over laughing at him.

"LUCIFER! MENA!" Trixie shouted as she bounced down the stairs, followed by her mother. Trixie's costume looked like a cross between Maze and a TV zombie. Chloe was dressed as an angel, with a short, white dress and tiny, little wings.

Lucifer walked up to his girlfriend and pressed a gentle kiss onto her lips. "You look positively heavenly, "he said, "and for once I mean that in a good way".

They were about to head out the door when Trixie yelled, "Wait! Lucifer, where's your costume?".

He regarded her with a raised eyebrow. "I'm the Devil, child, I don't need a costume".

"But everyone is wearing a costume," Trixie pouted.

"Yeah, Luci, you don't want to be left out, do you?" Amenadiel teased.

The devil rolled his eyes, then with a woosh, unfurled his giant white wings. "There, how's that urchin?".

Trixie scrunched up her nose as she examined him. "Are you sure you're the devil, Lucifer? Those wings look a little too fluffy to me".

It was Amenadiel's turn to laugh as Lucifer's eye twitched at the thought of being called 'fluffy'.

"Well, if it's scary you want, I do have something," He glanced at Chloe hesitantly, "It's a glamor I normally use in Hell".

With an excited nod from Trixie and an encouraging one from Chloe, Lucifer stripped off his suit jacket and shirt, then proceeded to change. In place of the handsome club owner stood a ferocious red-skinned demon, with hellfire eyes and large, leathery dragon wings.

"Why on Earth would you make yourself into that, Luci?" Amenadiel asked, surprised by the transformation.

"Simple, brother," Lucifer replied, "I needed to intimidate the demons and my wings can't be slashed apart by hell-forged blades in this state".

Trixie looked up at Lucifer with wide, round eyes. "We're going to get even more candy than when Maze wore her scary face!". With that, the girl skipped out the door, leaving three stunned adults in her wake.

Trick-or-treating was turning out to be a huge success. Amenadiel had been worried that by exposing their true forms, that people would become overloaded with divinity. However, it seems that this night no one really paid attention to what they saw. As predicted, everyone thought Lucifer's 'costume' was amazing and the child's stash of candy was overflowing by the time they'd made it through half the neighborhood.

They were heading towards the end of the block when Lucifer noticed someone following them. They were dressed in a monk's robe with their face completely hidden. Suddenly, Lucifer yelled, "Get down!" and tackled Chloe to the ground just as a flash of silver swiped past his left wing. Luckily, even with the Detective present, his hell wings are invulnerable. The dagger shattered on contact and scared the would-be assassin into fleeing.

The devil wanted to chase the bastard but decided against it when he noticed Chloe was bleeding. Apparently, she had busted her knee on the sidewalk when Lucifer took her down.

"My apologies, Detective," he said as he changed back into his normal form, "I didn't mean to hurt you".

"It's okay, Lucifer," she assured him, "you were just protecting me. Are you okay?"

"Right as rain, love" he said as he stood and picked her up bridal style. Amenadiel and Trixie came running from the doorstep they were at to see what the commotion was.

"Luci, what happened?" Amenadiel asked.

"It appears someone is trying to kill me, "Lucifer said as his eyes glowed, "and doing a very poor job of it".

He noticed Trixie was starting to get scared, so he tried to calm the rage that was flowing out of him. "Take the child back to your place tonight with Maze and Linda," He told Amenadiel, "I'll stay with the Detective and make sure our miscreant doesn't pop up at her home.

Amenadiel nodded, picked Trixie and her candy haul up, and flew off towards the house he shared with his girlfriends. Lucifer spread his wings as well and took off, landing in the middle of Chloe's living room. He sat her down on the couch, then went to fetch the first aid kit that she kept under the sink in the bathroom.

He came back into the living room with the supplies and began cleaning the blood and debris out of her knee. When he heard a sniffle, he looked up to see tears trailing down Chloe's face. Lucifer stopped what he was doing and put a hand on her cheek.

"What's wrong, my love?" he asked softly.

"I'm worried about you," she sniffed, "someone is clearly out for blood and I'm afraid they'll succeed just because I'm close by. I don't want to be the reason you die, Lucifer!"

Lucifer sighed and pulled Chloe into his arms. "It's going to take more than some moron monk with a letter opener to take down the Devil, darling. Besides, who would give you that much needed excitement in your life if I'm not around? Daniel's douchery can only entertain for so long".

That comment made Chloe giggle, and some of the tears dried up. "Do you think that was an actual monk that attacked you or just someone in a costume?" she asked him.

"That knife he used was a genuine religious relic I've seen in monasteries before," he said. "Do they even have monasteries in LA?".

"They do, but it would be near impossible to narrow down which one the assailant might have come from," Chloe pondered. Suddenly, she had an idea. "I may know someone who can help us with this!".

Chloe reached for her phone and dialed the one person she hoped would give them some insight. "Hello, Father Kinley? It's me, Chloe. I was wondering if you could help me…"

*

Journal Entry dated October 31st, 2018

I have witnessed a terror this night that I never thought possible. I borrowed one of the robes from the monastery, ensuring that my face was completely covered, and proceeded to track down that malcontent Morningstar. I found him not far from Chloe's home, dressed in what I thought was some elaborate costume. Oh God, how wrong I was! The knife, a holy relic blessed by saints, completely shattered against the creature's wing. It was in that moment that I realized this man is not merely a delusional club owner with a sacrilegious gimmick. Lucifer Morningstar is Evil Incarnate in the flesh! I fled as fast I could, feeling the fires of hell burning against my back where it was staring at me. How could I have been so foolish as to not have seen this? Not only is my beloved being taken advantage of, but now her very soul is at stake! If this fiend drags her to hell, I will never see her again, and I cannot have that. I must find a way to rescue Chloe and send that abomination back where it belongs.

As soon as I had reached my rooms at the monastery, my cell phone began to ring. Who should be calling me but my angel herself! She asked me to meet her and her 'partner' for lunch tomorrow to discuss an important matter. It seems that the Lord has dropped the solution to my problem right in my lap. All I need to do is expose Lucifer for the beast he is, and Chloe will be free of his influence. I must make the preparations without haste. My beloved is depending on me.