AN: Updated March 14, 2020 - Grammar, Mention of a new character, Mention of a previous relationship
AN: Updated July 15, 2020 - Grammar, Minor story change
Rating: Teen
Warning[s]: Swearing
Show Timeline: Season 2 after episode 11
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***As of March 15, 2020, after Chapter 9: Can You Hear Me, I will no longer update "A Devil's Love" on this site. The reason being this site does not approve of second-person [you] stories. This story will be up for as long as the site allows. If you wish to continue reading past Chapter 9, please search AZookiex3 on AO3 or Wattpad, and you can search AZritesx3 on Tumblr. I've also started posting it on my DeviantArt [AZookiex3]! There is much more to this story, and I hope you continue to read!***
It was so...quiet.
You walked down the steps in LUX. No drinks were being served. No bodies were grinding up against each other on the dance floor. No one made out in the dark corners.
The only music that filled the empty space was a piano, which was being played by the only other soul in the room besides you.
"Lucifer."
"Hello, K9." He gave you a small smile and stopped playing, "I was just playing my goodbye tune."
"Goodbye?" You looked at him, head tilted in puzzlement.
"Yes. It seems no amount of money will please that swine of a woman, and besides," he lightly traced his fingertips over the keys, then smiles back up at you, "I've come to learn that 'home' is more than just a building."
"Well, that's good," you gave an over dramatic sigh, "but that totally ruins my thank you."
Lucifer looked at you confused. You motioned for him to scoot over on the piano bench and sat down next to him, handing him a blue folder.
"What's this?"
"A certificate from the city. Stating that LUX is now a historic building and cannot be torn down under any circumstances." You smiled.
"K9..." Lucifer was in complete bewilderment as he looked at the paper, "How did you…"
After a beat of him not continuing his question, you answered, "Well, I got the idea when you told me the little history quirks this place had. So, once I finished the case, I went to Chloe because I knew she had connections in that area. And," you tapped on the paper, "presto!"
"K9...Thank you." he smiled warmly at you.
"Yeah well, you should thank Chloe too." You looked away from him slightly to try to stop the rising blush on your face, "Plus, I in no way can help you in getting the deed back from Eleanor. I mean," you chuckled softly and looked back to him after cooling down, "I'm sure she'll sell it back to you now since she can't build her dumb mega mall, but definitely way above market value."
"Of that I have no doubt, but K9," Lucifer placed the folder down on the piano and turned his body towards you, "what did you mean by 'this ruins my thank you'?"
"Oh, well, um," you couldn't stop the blush this time, "I just felt like I had to properly thank you for that construction company." You looked down at your lap in embarrassment, "I know it seems like a silly thing, but those guys really pulled through with my building. Once I hire some staff I can open up within two weeks, at most."
"My dear K9," you couldn't help but look back up at him at the sound of amusement in his voice, "if you wanted to find a proper way of thanking me you should have come to me, because I'm afraid this isn't it."
"Um." You looked back and forth between the discarded folder and the man next to you with wide eyes, "It isn't?"
"Nope! Afraid not!", He gave the "p" in "nope" an extra pop. Lucifer was back in full form.
Oh boy.
"Now, I am in no way ungrateful for this gift, I assure you," he placed a hand on the folder, "buuut," he sang, "there is only one form of a 'thank you' that I will accept." He smiled devilishly and leaned forward towards you.
"And...that is?"
"You."
"Um...you ok there Ms.?" Alice sits on your bed holding a cup of tea. You don't see it, but she looks more amused than concerned.
And why can't you see her expression? Because you're currently standing, with your back to her, in front of your closet staring at nothing for at least five minutes.
"Yup." You continue to stare into the dark abyss of clothes, "Super."
"You say this isn't a date, but you sure are stressing like a woman going on a date."
"It's not a date, Ali!" You finally move your body to face Alice and give her a stern look.
"Uh-huh." Alice just smiles up at you as she takes a sip of her tea.
"It's not, Alice. How many times do I have to tell you?" You start to feel a bit frustrated and turn back to your closet.
"Until I start believing it."
"I only agreed to tonight to make sure he's good for Chloe." You say to your closet.
Alice sighs and places her tea down on your nightstand, "Earth, stop using Chloe as an excuse. I think Lucifer really does-"
"NO!" You whirl on your sidekick, "He does not. He's a playboy nightclub owner who tries to get under everyone's skin!" Your nostrils flare, "And Chloe is not an excuse!" You point at Alice with one hand while the other balls into a fist, "You didn't hear what those two said about each other at court yesterday. They-" you slowly start to breathe in and out. Alice didn't deserve this, "they have...a connection."
Good little Alice didn't yell or fight back. She just sat there and listened to your ranting with a serious expression on her face. No judgment. No eye-rolling.
She pats the spot next to her and you sit, "I have to make sure Chloe will be all right with him." You say to the floor.
"Earth," Alice wraps an arm around your shoulders, "You deserve to find that kind of connection too."
"No, Alice. I've been through that before and you know what happened. I'm good with just worrying about you and Damien." You close your eyes and shake your head slightly, "I can't go through something like that again. Not when he still has so much damn power over me."
"But Lucifer might be able to-"
"No."
Alice sighs. She knows that "no" means to stop talking about it. Against her better judgment, however, she will humor you, "So, what does this 'connection' between Chloe and Lucifer look like?"
You heard her, but didn't answer. Alice squeezes your shoulders after some time.
"Earth?" She whispers.
"Soulmates." You chuckle, not happily, when the word escapes your mouth, "Something I don't even believe in, and there it is." You visibly swallow, "They're the perfect example."
"Maybe you're wrong. Maybe it's different." You just shake your head in response.
Your phone pings on the nightstand. The sound was that of the text message alert you picked for Chloe. You stand up and walk over to your phone. Unlocking it and reading the message, you give Alice more of that pitiful chuckle.
"Still think it's different?" You hold up your phone screen to Alice so she can read Chloe's message:
I kissed him. KISSED him, and I didn't want to stop.
How the hell am I going to face him tomorrow? :sweatingemoji:
"So," you pull the phone away once you see Alice done, "you going to help me pick an outfit now?"
"Uhhh," you stuttered and moved away from him slightly, "excuse me?"
"Well someone has a dirty mind! Don't worry darling, I don't mean in that way. Well," he followed you, making your attempt to escape for not, "unless you're up for that." He stared deeply into your eyes and licked his lips.
You practically fell off the piano bench.
Lucifer laughed loudly, "Come come, my dear! I'll stop now, I swear." He grabbed your arm before you fell and pulled you back up.
"Yeah. Right." You warily replied.
"I'm a man of my word, K9." He smiled, then looked at you with interest, "Honestly K9, I had quite a fun time working with you on this case. What with both of us having the same wit," he started counting off his fingers, "both becoming quite nauseated at the sight between Eric and Christi, and your impeccable knowledge on the correct height for a proper suicide jump." His eyes sparkled, "Plus you have some fantastic dance moves, dear. Makes me wonder what other talents you have."
You had no response to give the man. You were too focused on calming your heartbeat.
"So, here's how I would like my favor repaid:" he continued, "let me take you out. I want to learn more about you, K9. Honest." You looked at him, and you could see the honesty in his eyes. It made you feel more...comfortable.
"Well," you swallowed the lump in your throat, "alright. If that's what you want."
"Oh it is, very much so." He smiled so brightly at you, "I will make sure it's fun for you as well, my dear. I hear from the Detective, and that lovely assistant of yours, that you've been all work work work since arriving."
"Well, you have to 'work work work' in order to survive."
"For you humans yes, but last night I saw a woman who was just begging to let loose."
"It has been an exhausting couple of months back…"
"Lovely!" Lucifer looked genuinely excited now, "It's settled then! I'll text you the details once I've made them." You smiled and nodded.
Maybe it wouldn't be so bad.
"This is absolutely 100% bad."
You can feel the anxiety building up in your stomach as you drive to LUX. As hard as you tried, you could not convince Lucifer to just send you the address to wherever he was taking you. He insisted that you arrive at LUX first, "Let me take you for a ride in my corvette! :winkieface: :devilemoji:"
The thought of spending an entire evening alone with Lucifer is anxiety-ridden enough, but now knowing you were also going to be stuck in a vehicle with him driving made it worse. You've heard the horror stories from Chloe.
Trying to calm yourself, you choose one of your favorite songs on your phone to play through the speaker. Focusing on singing to the song made the thoughts of tonight ease away.
Until you pull into the LUX parking garage, of course. You stop your car and hand the keys to the valet. The security guards let you skip ahead of the ever long line.
You stand at the top of the stairs with your hands on the railing. You scan the floor in search of Lucifer, but he was nowhere to be found within his crowd.
I'm here. You text him.
Wonderful! Come on up to my penthouse, dear! I'm almost done getting ready. The elevator is to the left from the entrance.
The first thought to cross your mind is how Lucifer is the first guy you met who takes longer than Damien to get ready. The second is the anxiety vomit that wants to burst its way out of you when he tells you to come up to his penthouse.
You swallow it down, though, and wipe your sweaty palms on your dress as you walk into the elevator and press the button to go up. You expected the ride to be longer, so when the elevator doors seem to open after less than a minute you squeak in surprise.
"Is that you, K9?" You hear Lucifer's voice off in the distance as you exit the elevator.
"Um, yeah." You say nervously.
"I'll be done in just a minute! Make yourself at home!"
"Yeah, sure," you whisper, mainly to yourself rather than to him. Your eyes widen in awe at the beauty of his penthouse.
The space is entirely sleek black, with pops of color from the furniture and small decor. The light that illuminated the space came from the huge private bar, an upside-down tree that hung from the ceiling, and a fire that was burning brightly in a far corner. To the left, Lucifer has an amazing looking library, and you have to physically imagine that you are superglued to the floor. Otherwise, you would have just ran over there and started reading. The bar is to your right, and under the upside tree stood another piano. In the middle of the space are some orange-colored, expensive-looking, couches with a coffee table and flat-screen tv.
You walk next to the piano and through the wall of windows you can see that Lucifer has a magnificent view of LA. You also see, to your right, Lucifer's large bed covered in silky looking black sheets. There's no door separating the bedroom from the rest of the space. Instead, it's separated by an antique-looking wall on the left and an intricate colorful stained glass piece to the right.
Becoming braver, you take the step down into the living room. Around the corner of the antique wall, you can see that the balcony wraps around and spot a hot tub.
"Seriously? A hot tub too?"
"It's my companions' favorite feature when I bring them up here. Well, besides my bed of course." You squeak again in surprise and spin on your heels to face Lucifer. He stood in the entryway to his bedroom and was smiling down at you.
"My my, you look positively stunning K9." He continues to smile as he descends his bedroom steps. Adjusting his cufflinks, he looks you up and down. You're wearing a green, long sleeve, cocktail dress with a hollowed-out design. On your feet, you wear white sandal wedges with the same type of hollowed-out design. You can hear him make a delightful purring sound when he sees how your wedges made your legs look more toned.
"Um, thank you." You aren't quite sure how to react, or how you are feeling at this moment.
"You're welcome. Now come along, darling." Lucifer pushes out his arm to you and you wrap your hand around it, "Let's get to know each other!"
Lucifer leads you to his black corvette. Opening the passenger door for you he says to "get comfy" for it was an hour ride.
An hour. In a car. With him as the driver.
The seats are indeed comfy, but unfortunately they were doing nothing to calm your racing heart.
There's something else you notice about the car that was not helping your heart rate, "Um, Lucifer. Where are the seatbelts?"
He just smiles devilishly at you as he turns the car on, puts the car in reverse, quickly backs out of the parking space, and zooms out of his parking garage.
Fuck.
"I told you that I'd make this fun for you as well, darling."
It has been fifteen minutes into the ride, and you are just now realizing that Lucifer has been following all traffic laws.
"Oh…" you slowly release your hold on the car seat and door, "Sorry…" you feel completely embarrassed.
"No worries, K9. I had a thought that you've heard about my incredible driving from the Detective, and since you are also a cop I figured you would be more comfortable following the silly laws."
"Laws are there for a reason, Lucifer."
"Ah yes, and the reason is to be broken!" Lucifer gives you a wink and a smile. You turn your head away so he can't see your small smile.
"What kind of music do you like, darling?" Lucifer asks you after giving you a moment to calm fully down.
"Hmm," you think for a minute, "honestly? Anything."
"Truly?" Lucifer looks curiously at you, "Even gospel? Rap? Bloody country? The music that's called my music?"
You chuckle, "If I listen to the song enough I usually tend to like it. Unless the lyrics make absolutely no sense."
"Surely you must have a favorite genre though?"
"Hmm," you tap your chin in thought, "guess it'd have to be alternative."
"Lovely!" Lucifer turns his radio on to an alternative/rock station. For the rest of the ride he sings and taps to the songs, and you tap and hum along with him.
You aren't comfortable enough to sing around him.
Not yet, anyway.
The car ride ends when Lucifer pulls into some hotel's parking garage, and you give him a warning glare.
"We're not here for the hotel, sadly." Lucifer opens the car door for you and leads you by the small of your back.
"Then why are we here?"
"For the hotel's restaurant!" He leads you through the lobby of the hotel and through two huge glass double doors.
"Wow." You can't stop the amazement forming on your face at how beautiful this place is.
The restaurant's called "Openarie", and it lives up to its name. The structure is basically one giant greenhouse. Pots of various plants are hung on the ceiling and along the walls. Fairy lights light the space and the floor's pure concrete. Outside you see a dance floor with a small band on an elevated stage. There are a few couples out there swaying to the music.
"I take it I've done well?" Lucifer looks down at you with a shit-eating grin.
"Eh. So far." You just shrug and give him a sarcastic smile.
Both of you walk up to the booth and Lucifer gives his last name to the host. The host leads you two to a table seated for two, and thankfully there are no other parties around the table. Lucifer pulls out your chair for you to sit as the host puts the menus on the table.
"I take it since it's pretty busy in here and there's no one seated at the tables around us, you rented those out too?" You ask him, eyebrow raised, as you take a sip of water that your waitress puts down.
"Correct!" Lucifer gives you his devilish smile, "I wanted to make sure we weren't interrupted."
"More like overhead." You scuff, "Are you expecting me to tell you all my secrets?"
"Just the ones you're willing to share, darling."
You hum in response and look down at the menu while Lucifer orders some wine.
You look quizzically at the menu, "This looks like-"
"Shareable meals, yes." Lucifer smiles at your expression and takes a sip of the wine, "It's the theme of this place. People getting to know each other through shared food. Most of the time it goes well, hence the attachment to the hotel." His smile turns flirtatious.
"You actually did research for this?"
"That surprises you?"
"Well...yeah." Lucifer's smile turns small as he looks to his own menu.
Within a few minutes, the two of you manage to decide on an appetizer, meal, and dessert. Both of you engage in idle chatter while eating the appetizer, but once the main course arrives Lucifer wants to start asking those questions.
"So, my dear," Lucifer leans forward a bit and stares at you with interest, "tell me something about you."
"Before I do that I would like to talk to you about something." You place your napkin on your lap and have a bite of the food.
"Oooh, a twist! Alright then, K9." Lucifer does the same as you.
"What's your relationship with Chloe?"
Lucifer has to cover his mouth with a napkin to keep the food in from his laughter, "Well, aren't we the little overprotective friend?"
"Yes." You look at him seriously enough for his laughter to die, "I am."
"Alright. I'll answer your question, but first answer me this," Lucifer leans forward again, "Why?"
You pause, "Why?" When he nods you take a breath and look him in the eyes, "Because she's...my friend. Best friend."
"Yes, but you don't show this possessiveness with Ms. Green."
You sigh, "Because," you have to take another breath, "she's the first person to not fake anything with me. The first person not to lie to me. The first person…" you pause, "...who made me feel comfortable." You look at him now, "The first one to make me feel like it's ok to be myself."
Lucifer gives you a genuine smile, and his eyes are filled with no judgment. Just approval.
"Well then, we have another thing in common, K9."
You smile back at him. "Good. So how about an answer to my question?"
"It's quite simple, my dear." Lucifer takes a sip of wine, "She's my partner."
"But in what sense?" It's your turn to lean forward, pressing on, "How do you feel about her?"
"You sound like my therapist." Lucifer evades your question by taking a large sip of his drink.
"Look Lucifer," you intertwine your hands and place them on the table, "Chloe told me about the kiss." He's looking at you now, "I just want to make sure that she'll be ok. That she won't end up with another 'detective douche'."
Lucifer chuckles at the mention of his nickname for Dan, "What makes you think I'd be douche number two?"
"Well," you shrug and look up at the imaginary list in your head, "you're a player. You have a man, woman, both, or even multiple genders in your bed every night. You flirt with everyone. Oh and," you look back at him, "Chloe isn't someone who would appreciate getting dagger glares from another female while on a date."
"What makes you think she'd be getting glares from someone else while with me?"
"Because there's a tall blond woman who's been giving me daggers since we got here." You move your head in the direction behind him and drink your water. He turns a full 180 in his chair and says surprisingly:
"Mum?!"
You almost spit out your drink.
Did he just say mom?!
The woman smiles, finally being noticed, and saunters over to your table. She stops next to Lucifer's seat, "Hello, my son." She says with a fake surprise to her voice, "It truly is a small world my husband has created after all." She looks at you and sneers, "I'm Charlotte Richards, Lucifer's mother."
"Mother." Lucifer stands up and turns his body to her, blocking your view of his face, "Why are you here?" His question comes out as a hiss.
"I'm here for a company dinner."
"By yourself?" You speak up, and slightly regret it at the look she gives you.
"Most have left while others went to the dance floor." She says matter of factly.
Uh-huh. Your police senses start tingling.
"Well, if your companions have left then you should too." Lucifer says, "It's terribly embarrassing to be the only one at a table."
"I'm sorry, son!" She feigns ignorance, "Am I ruining your date?"
"This isn't a date." You say without thinking. She looks at you curiously with a raised brow, "I'm just...returning a favor."
"Yes," Lucifer says quietly. You think you see his shoulders slump slightly, but just mistake it.
The Goddess, however, sees the quick emotion of confusion slip past her son's eyes.
That's all she needs.
"I see. Well, I'm sorry to have interrupted." She smiles at you, "Goodbye." She gives Lucifer one final look before strutting out of the restaurant.
"I'm sorry about her." Lucifer sits back down.
"No worries. Protective mother, I presume?"
Lucifer scoffs and takes a sip of wine, "Hardly."
The trouble you see inside Lucifer is hurting you, for some reason. So to try and get rid of that cloud on him, you decide to start talking more about you instead of Chloe.
You aren't too worried about her with him anymore.
"Well, how about I actually start this favor." That perks him up, "What would you like to know?"
"Do you want to trade mothers?" You burst out into genuine laughter, and you can see it pleases Lucifer considerably. He's back.
"Unfortunately, for you, I don't have one."
"What?"
"I grew up in an orphanage. From there to various foster homes."
"You wouldn't consider any of those foster parents as parents?"
"Nope." You pop the "p" and drink your water.
Lucifer starts to continue his questioning, but pauses as the waitress gathers our eaten meal and places down our desert. Once she's out of earshot he continues:
"You have no knowledge of your real parents?"
You're quiet for a second, using the excuse to take a bite out of the chocolate cake, "Nope." No pop to the "p" this time.
Lucifer hums and takes a bite of the cake himself, "Why did you come back to LA?"
"Well," you give it a considerate thought, "I did miss Chloe a lot. Plus, even though I'm not too fond of children, I feel a bit guilty for not being here to help her out with Trixie."
"You despise children too?" Lucifer looks ecstatic, "I'm enjoying you more and more, K9."
You laugh, "Yes I don't like children and have no wish to birth any, but that doesn't mean I might not want to adopt or foster." You take another bite, "Since I know what it's like to have that kind of life and all. Plus," you point your fork at him, "I may 'despise' children, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't risk my life to save one. No one should die so young and innocent."
"Of course, and I agree." You just give him that "uh-huh I don't believe you" look while you chew on another bite.
"My next question is," he takes another bite, "why did you leave?"
Your fork pauses mid-air to your mouth. The memories whizzing by in front of your eyes.
"K9?" You're brought back to the present by Lucifer's hand on yours. He looks fairly concerned.
"I'm sorry." You put the fork down and remove your hand from his, "That's too-"
"Private. It's quite alright dear." Lucifer gives you a warm smile, "I told you I only want to know what you're willing to give."
"Thank you." You smile back at him and you two finish the desert with Lucifer now asking "typical" get to know me questions.
What's your favorite color? Green. What's your favorite book and movie genre? Mystery, fiction, and fantasy for books. Musicals for movies. Don't like horror or thrillers? No, I don't like the feeling of my heart during those. Do you have any hobbies? I enjoy gardening and volunteering at animal shelters. Sounds boring. For you, yeah. Pet peeves? A man named Lucifer Morningstar. Haha, very funny. Thanks.
Dessert is now finished. Lucifer pays and tips the blushing waitress. You hear the band outside start to play a more upbeat tune, and can't help but stare.
"Would you like to dance, darling?" Lucifer smiles down at you and holds out his hand.
"Yes." You smile back and take his hand, "I would."
You two dance together until the band leaves for the night and head back to the corvette.
"Hey, Lucifer?" You look at him while he pulls out onto the road.
"Yes, my dear?"
"Drive." Lucifer smiles so brightly at you. He turns the radio full blast and drives without a care in the world.
This time you sing along with him.
While Lucifer parks in his parking garage he manages to convince you to come up to the penthouse. There he gives you a glass of water, after failing to hand you whiskey instead, and you both sit on the Italian leather sofa. This time you're the one asking the typical get to know me questions.
What's your favorite color? Black. Yeah I really should have guessed that one. Quite. What's your favorite book and movie genre? Erratic books and porn. Uh-huh, do you have any hobbies-No, wait I think I know this one: watching porn, having sex, doing drugs, and drinking? You know me so well already K9, but you forgot about me helping the Detective on cases. That's a job Lucifer, not a hobby. Is it? Hm. Any pet peeves? Humans blaming me for all their wrongdoing. What? Oh, that's right. Your whole "devil" shtick. It's not a shtick.
Once 2 am rolls around you decide it's time to head home. You bid Lucifer farewell, and you might be going crazy from tiredness, but it looked like he wanted to say something to you. He says nothing, however, and bids you farewell as well.
As the elevator goes down to the garage you check your phone for the first time that night and see a bunch of text messages from Alice.
"It's about time!" You decide to call her.
"Hello to you too, Ali." The elevator doors open and you start the track to your car.
"Sooo, how'd your not-date go?"
"Honestly? Not bad."
"You enjoyed yourself?"
"Yeah," you smile to yourself, "Yeah. I did."
"When's the next not-date date?"
"There is no next time, Ali. This was just returning a favor."
"Did it look like Lucifer enjoyed it?"
"Well-"
"Earth!" You're surprised to hear your name being called. You look over your shoulder and see Lucifer. He wasn't running, but he was taking large strides towards you, and he was...smiling?
"Lucifer-" The heat behind you cut you off.
It's like everything went into slow motion. You turn towards your car and see a bright white light and feel heat.
Very, very, hot heat.
You feel the fabric on your arms burn away as you cover your face. You drop your phone as you're pushed back into the air with huge force. You brace yourself to fall on concrete, but instead you hit a body. A toned body that holds you like wall support.
You chance a peek to the outside world, and all you can see before shutting them again is an arm in dark sleeves around you. The hand attached to the arm wore a familiar onyx ring.
Lucifer.
How did he...
But you couldn't speak. Your throat's shut tight, and the only thing your brain can focus on right now is the pain happening over your entire body.
You can faintly hear Lucifer call out to you over the ringing of your ears.
You can feel Lucifer pick you up in his arms and run outside. You remember seeing more blinding lights, but this time of familiar colors, arrive around the nightclub.
Someone forced you out of Lucifer's arms, and you can hear his panicked yelling as someone else pushed him back from you.
Then your world went dark.