Lux was booming as usual. The silhouette of dancers moved with flashing lights sparkling off their skimpy attire. Drinks were handled with care, with stories of broken bones for any who dared to spike a drink or ruin someone else's time.

Above the joyous mayhem, stood a penthouse.

Its owner observed Los Angeles with a smirk, drink in hand, and adjusting his coat.

He expected company.

Mazikeen had tried to give their guest a less than pleasant time. It had taken a month when they arrived to convince her how to not misbehave, except for the above mentioned creeps who tried performing lecherous acts unsolicited. Before that, there had been the disturbing incident where he'd found a waitress tied up and stuck in a trunk for skimming tips. Yet Maze still got the woman's number. Such actions, while charming, would do no good for the woman who now came out of the elevator.

The Blonde dressed in a fit tux, bow-tie and all. Her device buzzed along the bar, gave off a wild whine near the bedroom, and went towards the piano.

"Unless you want that toy in pieces, do me a favor and don't disrespect my beautiful friend there."

The Blonde stopped, put her noisy thing away, and finally joined him on the balcony. It was hard to tell what she interpreted about his angular face, styled short black hair, or his stance where swagger existed even when standing still. Part him dared to show the other face, but this was meant to be a checkup.

First, proper introductions.

"Doctor," he said offering his hand. "A pleasure to meet properly. Fancy a drink?"

"Maybe later," the woman looked directly in his eyes, a small flicker of surprise appeared and vanished quicky. "So, it really is you."

She took his hand as he bowed, never getting tired of telling people exactly who he was.

"Lucifer Morningstar, at your service, or pleasure, either way is fine by me."

Her response made it clear the Time Lord may indeed be one of the few short of kin or the Detective at times immune to his charms.

"Nothing personal, you are quite charming, but I've had enough immortal lovers to stomach no matter the regeneration."

"Your loss."

"My relief." The Doctor smiled. "Though I would happily take up your offer for a drink."

The Devil complied and even proceeded to pull down a bottle from his personalized private selection. As he poured, Lucifer felt himself being a tad nervous. The Doctor has never wielded great power yet so many have who clash with them pay the price. Now there were things he'd rather not risk losing like the club, the view, and… friends.

Lucifer hurried back, offering the Time Lord her glass before they clinked the two together.

"To fresh starts." The Doctor decreed.

Lucifer grimaced and casually gulped down his in one go. Usually, no alcohol on this mortal plane could even sting his tongue. Yet even though the Devil had tasted this brand several rare times, this evening's moment carried more bite. He blamed the company, who said nothing as she casually eyed his penthouse with indifference.

"Doctor," Lucifer stressed when he grew tired of the game. "I know, me being me, and what little some echo of myself caused must put you on guard. I want to assure you, there is no plot for domination or more malevolent plot. I we-"

"The Devil quit being Lord of Hell, and went on vacation."

The Doctor eyes, while softer, turned their full focus on him and Lucifer flinched.

"I did a bit of scouting, read up on your antics here in this realms' version of LA. I must say, a low profile you do not have, Lucifer. Granted, most of said actions seem to be about helping others and punishing those who you'd usually meet anyway before they can hurt more people."

"Yes," Lucifer noticed she barely touched her drink. "W-With the Detective. She's… quite impressive. I'd love for you two to meet but she has a hard enough time thinking, well, that I'm ME. Over a year of trying hasn't changed that."

The Doctor turned away, drinking her glass empty even faster than Lucifer.

"Detective Chloe Decker is very impressive. It's a good thing you met her." She offered him her glass which he delicately took.

"Y-Yes, I like to think so too." A thought occurred to the Devil. "Doctor, if that whole 'timey whimey' thing is right. Could you peek ahe-"

"Your future is yours to make, Lucifer, not mine to share," the Doctor gestured towards the couches near the piano. The Devil nodded and they continued their conversation, facing each other in the moonlight.

"Doctor, what exactly is this?"

"What's what?"

"THIS," the Devil's eyes burned a bit, he felt it, but her expression was neutral. "I know what I've done, what some other Devil did. You coming here like this, after seeing all that cruelty, I wouldn't blame you to storm in on the one Devil being idle. Perhaps you're hoping this is some silly game I play, pretending to be a hero."

"I never called you that."

"BECAUSE I'M NOT!"

The Devil Face, some twisted reflection that all in Hell knew him by, surfaced. Peeled of flesh to reveal burning red meat with no hair, jagged teeth, and bright yellow eyes that were meant to be in nightmares. Few short of the angels ever witnessed this face, most screamed and never stopped. The Time Lord looked directly into his demonic eyes and showed no fear.

"Why are you still waiting for me to see a monster?"

The question made him sit, he hadn't even realized he'd been standing, and the nightclub façade returned. She crossed her arms, leaning back while taking in the full sight of Lucifer Morningstar.

"Do you want to know why I came here?"

Lucifer blinked, for once at a loss for words, and just nodded.

"The Devil was a true monster. Not because of his size, his powers, or even the large goat horns."

Lucifer's eye twitched despite the tension from his greatest embarrassment. If he could only find whatever fool who evoked that strange rumor of being part goat that's haunted him in too many realms…

"My Lord of Darkness sought only to hurt others. To ruin lives and see them everything reduced to agony and ashes. Even when I met the Entity again, all They desired was destruction. There was no other option for them. There are so many like him, playing that crooked game of being the villain because someone made them play that role."

Lucifer sighed, occasionally someone came along who expressed why everything wrong came back to him.

"And yet, here I am, meeting a Devil who reigned in Hell that now serves drinks. One who knows the names of all the cops in the precinct to get them coffee, that makes sure everyone at his club has a fun time, helps the wicked and cruel be punished, goes to therapy, and ensures no lover is left unsatisfied." The last bit made him chuckle; the Detective was missing out. It was shocking when the Time Lord actually joined the laughter.

"This what I was fighting for, Lucifer Morningstar. I wanted to hope, to believe, that there was a light even in you. And, despite your many faults, I believe you're doing the same."

Usually, when Amenadiel brought up such things about a purpose or plan, he scoffed the idea. But hearing it from the Time Lord, it actually felt kind of nice. Still, some part of him needed to truly know.

"Tell me, Time Lord of Gallifrey," Lucifer leaned forward and smiled, locking eyes with the Doctor. "What is it you desire?"

His mojo didn't need much, only eye contact and the inner motives of the soul bubbled up. While the Doctor was a harder nut to crack, he felt her energy ringing as the effect came to life. Even she seemed baffled at how effective it was.

"I… want to know even the Devil can remember to be an angel."

This, well, like many he'd used the trick in L.A., threw him a bit.

"Is that it," Lucifer said. "Honestly, I was kind of hoping you'd tell me if there were more 'heroes' who wanted to take a swing at me."

She smiled, apparently his mojo helped clear up something.

"This realm doesn't have many of the heroes your other selves fought. Maybe it doesn't need them, if you're here."

She then stood up, and with it all the intensity seemed to fade. Lucifer joined her and then a strange groaning echoed. The arrival of her Tardis made the Time Lord even more pleased.

"She doesn't appear to threats." The Doctor then offered the Devil her hand. "A pleasure, Lucifer Morningstar, of L.A."

"Likewise," the Devil said with a grin. "Doctor, Time Lord of Gallifrey, protector of the Earth."

With that she proceeded to leave. Stopping halfway, the Doctor turned to have one last proper look at the Devil. Her expression was… pure amusement."

"Try and behave yourself, for your sake."

And with that, whatever strange chapter of life the Devil had entertained in the Doctor's journey ended. Entering the Tardis, Lucifer watched it fade away and once again a random came and went into his penthouse with disturbing ease. Part of him wondered if he would ever dare to lock it, but… why spoil the fun that came from a surprise guest.

Still, facing her in this realm forced him to see the evils so many of his twisted reflections committed. Lives taken and ruined. He left to break from that cruelty, and made sure any demon who dared to harm those beyond Hell's reach answered to him personally. The drinking and partying had once been selfish, some vain attempt at distraction to keep from the reality that he was delaying the inevitable turn to darkness. And yet, nothing truly stopped his fun and on occasion he actually found himself enjoying the company of the Detective, Linda, Maze, and even Amendiel but never Detective Douche. Whether his antics were redeeming lifetimes of wrong would never be a riddle he sought to solve. He did, however, feel an urge to sing his established liberation.

The club greeted him with cheers of adoration. Everyone at the their raunchiest but never without intent or too many regrets, he always made sure of that. Even Maze smirked, she had come with him to L.A., and now they were truly planting roots here. The experienced and curious all backed up as Lucifer Morningstar of Lux sat at his second favorite piano. He played a song, knowing all of them by heart, and found one that near its end which fit his mood.

For what is a man

What has he got?

If not himself, then he has naught

To say the things, he truly feels

And not the words, of one who kneels

The record shows

I took the blows

AND DID IT MY WAY!*

The crowd cheered as they always did. Lucifer leaned back and smiled. No need for conquest or greater glory than the desired place he chose for himself. And maybe a tad more. The Detective was in the crowd, she sometimes snuck in without making a fuss which he usually ignored. But for once, two locked eyes and grinned. That is how, by the act of the Devil truly knowing himself, his soul and the souls many, were finally redeemed.

*My Way, by Frank Sinatra