Chapter Four - Maze

The elevator dinged a second before the doors opened, and an overwhelming sense of sadness rushed over Maze, causing her to stagger sideways and almost fall over.

Everything in the penthouse looked exactly the same, felt exactly the same as when Lucifer was there. The bar was still full of liquor (thank goodness for that), the Italian leather couch was still sleek yet with a cozy, worn-down feel (though not nearly as worn-down as Lucifer's bed), and the glossy black piano was still sitting in the middle of the room. Maze could almost hear Lucifer's hands on the keys, playing out a song, his beautiful voice ringing around the room. But she might not ever hear his voice again.

I'm a demon, Maze told herself as she poured a glass of whiskey. I don't get sad. Sadness is a useless emotion, really. Why waste time being sad when I can be mad?

Mad. Maze was good at mad. She was angry at Lucifer for a boatload of reasons, but right now she was mad that he had abandoned her. Went back to Hell without a simple goodbye, without an offer to take her home. She was one of his oldest friends: sure, they weren't as close as Chloe was with him, but he had known her for years. She had to be the only one who truly understood him. Chloe Decker was the one who betrayed him, who tried to send him back to Hell, and he ended up going to Hell for the third time for his precious detective. Maze knew for a fact that he would never do that for her.

But her anger soon ebbed away, which she didn't experience that often. It felt wrong to be mad at Lucifer when he had pretty much sacrificed himself to save everyone that he cared about, maybe even the entire world. Sure, Lucifer deserved a lot of things, but he did not deserve to be hated any more, much less by his friend.

The anger was replaced by a crushing sadness that squeezed the life out of Maze. She would never see Lucifer again, never hear his voice or annoying jokes, never see his smile, never participate in one of his orgies… but, most importantly, he had abandoned her. Maze was used to being used like a tissue, thrown aside and stomped on. It felt like everyone in her life had abandoned her. Lucifer, of course… and Linda and Amenadiel were now spending a lot of time with baby Charlie, leaving no time for her. And, most of all, Eve.

Maze knew that she could track down Eve in a minute if she tried, but something stopped her. She had said that she wanted to figure out who she was, and to spend some time on her own, and Maze wanted to respect her wishes. Not force her into a relationship she didn't want.

Maze looked around the penthouse. Within weeks a thin layer of dust would settle over everything, and the place would get cold and empty. Lux would shut down, and the young hot girls who usually crowded this place would have to turn to other nightclubs. The spirit, the fire, the passion of this place would leave just as Lucifer did.

Maze made a quick, instantaneous decision right there. She was going to be the new owner of Lux while Lucifer was gone. If he was coming back, which would probably be in years and years, he would want to have everything back the way it was. Of course, Maze had insisted that he was planning on returning when talking with Chloe, Amenadiel and Linda. But now she wasn't so sure. The more she thought about it, the more she realized that there was no possible way that Lucifer could get out of Hell without endangering everyone, especially Charlie, all over again.

Or maybe… he needed some help.

Maze was willing to do ANYTHING to get her mind off of Eve, and the desperation and sadness that was crushing her. Planning an impossible mission to rescue Lucifer? Sounded perfect.

She was going to need the right team.