Chapter 5

Lucifer's Pov

I drove up to a flat that Maze was staying in, thanks to one my trusted bar members that helped her to get the apartment. It was a crappy area, definitely this place if Maze wanted to get a low profile. The landlord addressed me the door number and on what floor level. Once, I reached to her apartment, the door was unlocked so I opened it and walked in casually. I scanned around the small living room, there was just one, small sofa with and tiny radio by the side. Ripped wallpaper around the wall edges in the colour of sea blue. The walls were covered with small but deep marks, possibly from her knife throwing.

"Mazikeen!" I called, but the only answer I received was the warm silence.

I was about to yelled again till my senses felt something sharp flying right at me. My fast reflexes from my hand caught a sharp knife which was aiming directing at the side of my face. I couldn't feel the sharp edges of the knife which was pressured against my soft skin in the palm of my hand. I turned around and my eyes gazed passed the silver layer of the knife to the other side of the room. Where Maze stood in a small kitchen with her arms crossed across her chest and she held an angry look.

"Good reflexes" she commented.

"Well, Devil is as Devil does" I replied back, walking towards her and placed the knife on a small counter by the side of the room.

"What do you want?" Maze yelled.

"It's the detective" I started but maze already began signing.

She turned around and grabbed a large packet of crisp from the top units, I stated, "If she wants to look over that small brat of hers. Tell me I won't. I'm not her babysitter anymore."

I gulped down my disapproval for Maze calling the small child as 'brat,' I heard of what Maze stayed behind the urchins' back and hurt her. However, I focus back correcting why I am her, "The detective has been kidnapped."

Maze suddenly froze in her position, then slowly turned around to face me. Knowing that demons don't deal with emotions well, however I couldn't tell if she had 'I don't care" look, or 'what the hell happened' look. She broke the silence and asked, "And?"

"And, I think she's in serious danger, Maze" I added, while trying not to reveal a frown, even if it was small.

"That's why I'm here, I will take you home, back to Hell..." I started my ideal deal which raise Maze's head in surprise.

I ended the sentence, "If you stay and looked out for the urchin."

Maze breathed out through a 'o' shape in her mouth, "Oh, that may be difficult." And, I agreed with her comment. The small child was be angry with Maze coming back to look after her, however if these priests who took the detective may try to abduct her daughter, and I will not let that happen. Then, Maze suggested, "Why can't I go with you and find her? I am a bounty hunter."

I began listing down my reasons, "First of all, I got all the help I need. Second, who will look after the urchin. And finally, I won't let you come because of your betrayal."

My last reason shocked the senses out through Maze's lovely brown eyes. "When did I?" she tried to act innocent, but that only boiled my rage hotter.

"Oh, so you and Pierce won't just planning on how to kill him, then frame me!" my voice raised in a dark tone, but with a pitch of fake laughter.

"That son of a bitch!" Maze moaned quietly to herself.

"No, I'm the son of a God-like bitch who allowed the detective to get abducted" I quickly spoke over as my red eyes shortly blazed in front of Maze, "Pierce, is just a rotten bastard who got her into this situation!"

"Pierce what?" Maze looked puzzled.

I began walking around the room while angrily explained the whole story, "He was involved with these bloody priests to find a way to die, in exchange to find a way for me to go back to Hell."

"Well, not anymore" Maze snarled, "Pierce doesn't want to die anymore. "Thanks to him, our entire plan was off. You're happy?"

"Oh, you don't know" I put up a fake, cheerful grin to make Maze looked confused and gazed at me as she wanted to know, I revealed the truth, "Pierce can die now."

I watched her eyes and mouth widen slighting in deep shock, Maze asked, "What?"

"Pierce has this unhinged theory that the reason why he, and I, became vulnerable, is because of the detective affections" I explained as I sat down on her messy sofa.

"How exactly does that work?" Maze wondered.

"I have no bloody idea" I replied.

"And, that's why he doesn't want to die" I pointed in low tone, "Because he wants to live then die with the detective." I looked down hiding my sorrow, but I felt Maze's gaze on me and knew that she understood the whole situation now. With Pierce falling in love with the detective, and the detective possibly falling in love with Pierce, and me feeling so broken and cold.

My ears heard Maze clapped and replied, "Alright, I'll help."

A small smile grew on my face, then Maze added, "Only if, you promised you will take me back to Hell."

My finger swipe a cross over my heart and smiled, "I'm the Devil of my word."

"That's not what happened to your deal with Pierce" Maze stated.

"Trust me, it won't" I replied as I stood up from the sofa.

Before walking towards the door, I pulled down the front side of my jacket to make it straighten. I opened the door and only stopped by the entrance, as I turned my head back around to face Maze. I breathe in ready to speak with my grief, "I'm sorry. For not putting you first."

Maze's face was hit by my surprise again. We both remember the night when she cried about how no one put her first, no one cared for her, not even me. Of course, we've been through a lot of hard hits in our relationship, but this was probably the most unpleasant when I saw her begging in tears that night. And, what she said about how she felt cracked my heart deeply, as much as watching the detective cry. I frowned, "But there was never a first. Because, you were my only best."

I showed my sad smile before leaving Maze in her apartment silently. I stopped just outside her door and took a deep breathe in and out. It was hard to apologise to her just like that, because I never mean to hurt her like that, I might not recognised it straight away, but of course I never mean it to happen. I walked down the hallway needing to go back to the station and continued solving this case and the find the detective before anything happens to her.

Chloe's Pov

I stayed in the same position in the small, bright room. Crunched down to the edgy corner with my bended knees up and my head rested in between them. I cried to sleep for hours, well at least I tried to sleep, but my mind was echoing with these haunted words, "He's the Devil!" Every time I hear those words, a tear is focused out of my eye and slide painfully down my check. The cold air coiled around my arms, my legs, my chest, and my neck. What worsen the pain is that deep down, was the truth.

All this time, Lucifer was telling the truth. Yet, I never believed him, only to believe them as metaphors used to describe his childhood religiously to be horrible and abusive. I only believed in the amount of proof and the motives linking to the points. Now, I can see it all since the first I meet Lucifer. His name was 'Gog-given' because his father is actually God. Maze cut off his wings, actually wings, for Lucifer was the fallen angel. Ruling hell, punishing dead souls. The real Devil, Satan, the King of Hell. It's all true. My heart was gripped and squeezed hard by imaginary, monstrous devil hands.

The squeaky sound echoed from the other side of the room, as the door slowly opened by the same priest, Father Kinley. I didn't have to lift my head up and take a peak pass over my knees, because all of my trust now was my gut feeling, since that's all I could at the moment. I heard soft footprints but walked in a rush towards me. Felt like an abused child scarred by the corner of a bedroom, waiting for the next terrible punishment from one my careers. The walking stopped as I felt Father Kinleys' presence standing just by the side of me. He kneed beside me and I felt his gaze upon my head.

"We know this would be difficult, Chloe" Father Kinley whispered, "But, we had to show you the truth."

After a few quiet sobs, I sucked in some deep breathes to calm my nerves down and took the courage to slowly raised my head and gazed at the priest. I sob in calm and steady voice, "Why are you doing this to me?"

"Because we need you to do something" Father Kinley answered.

"What?" I asked breathlessly with rage and worriedness.

Father Kinley paused which increased my fear, then he finally answered, "To bring the Devil back to Hell."

My heart stopped, it didn't skip a beat or more, but it actually stopped. My entire froze like I was dropped into deep cold water. I shook my head slowly and raised myself up rapidly while keeping my surprised stare on the priest. "You mean... kill him?"

Father Kinley raised up as well and slowly nodded his head showing no doubts about his suggestion. "No.. No-no" I shook my head again and my voice suddenly began breathless again, "You can't ask me to do that..."

I slide passed around Father Kinley while still facing him, while feeling my legs were wobbly in anxiousness. The priest stood in a straight balance and in a confident position with his fingers positioning themselves in between each other like he was preparing a speech. "Listen to me, Chloe..." Father Kinley express a calm tone from his dark voice like he was talking to me as though I was an insane person. I walked away from him as I stood around behind the small table, as Father Kinley continued, "Every day he remains on Earth, people are in danger. Like you, and other innocent women. The Devil must go back to Hell. And the only person who can send him there, is you."

"But, why me?" I spatted out louder than I thought in my head.

Father Kinley explained through his knowledge from reading Reese Getty's journal, "Because, somehow you make him...

"Vulnerable" I ended his sentence, for I realised the deeper truth now. When I told Lucifer he makes me vulnerable, I clearly mean I could trust him as a close friend. But, when he stated that I make him vulnerable, I understand now that he meant it physically.

"Exactly" Father Kinley cheered for my understanding, "That is why you must do it."

Without thinking for a second, I shook my head again and bravely replied, "But, Lucifer isn't that guy. He's not evil, or cruel, or anything like that!"

"But he is the Devil" Father Kinley corrected, which silenced me.

"But... he saved my life" I noted, something a cruel creature as Father Kinley describes would never do, yet Lucifer has done that to me many times.

"It's all a lie, Chloe" he whispered, "Just to get attention to himself."

Then my eyes sharpen down at the fallen papers I ripped off from the wall, all with horrific pictures of the Devil. I pointed, "But, speaking as a detective, these stories you found as evidence were juts circumstantial evidence at best."

"Perhaps. But, when the circumstances pile up this high aren't you forced to draw conclusions?" He questioned my instincts.

"No. No, I'm not" I answered, but honestly I was unsure. Some circumstances we found in a few difficult crime case were piled at the police station, and we sometimes we used them as evidence against the most suspect. I quickly focused back on Lucifer, "This... this isn't the man I know."

Unhurriedly, he took a few steps closer and stated, "No he's not. He's not even supposed to be here. And somewhere inside, you know that whatever he may seem, he is dangerous."

His stinging words brought back the memories of Lucifer from some past strange situations I couldn't explained. When Jimmy Barnes shot him six times without getting hurt while Lucifer was covering over me. The night when Nick Hofmeister and Josh Bryan aiming at each other with guns, then suddenly Lucifer changed his position from in front of me to being behind me. Grabbing Joe Hanson by the throat then Lucifer threw him far into the glass wall. I remembered the red eyes reflected by a metal tank by Lucifer's side, thought I just imaginary things. I saw Lucifer watching Renny running off a building and falling to his death. Malcon shooting Lucifer in the stomach then Lucifer soon came back from the dead. And, almost every time they caught the killers from each case, they always screamed or cried in fear whenever they encountered Lucifer.

"Just think of your family and friends, how much they could they'll be in danger because of him?" Father Kinley worsen the situation like boring salt on an injured wound. But, I did started thinking of them; my mum, Charlotte, Linda, Dan, and my little Trixie. Oh, how could have I been so blind, the danger I was putting them all in.

"And if I may say, you won't exactly kill him. You'll just send him back to Hell and keep him there, just his human form will be left on Earth. Like releasing a bird out of cage" Father Kinley grinned at his explanation, I froze from his oppositional example. Saying locking Lucifer in Hell is like freeing a bird, that just darken his personality from what I could hear and see. However, his words cringe my doubts for Lucifer quickly take over my faith.

"If I am not exactly killing Lucifer, then I wouldn't exactly committing a crime" I thought, yet I wasn't thinking clear. I didn't know why I was thinking that, why be interested in the priest's plan. I want to disagree, deny all of this, but my hopes for Lucifer were slowly disintegrating from all the whole truth he hidden from me broke my heart. Then, I thought back to my family, if one of them got hurt, if Trixie got hurt because this, I would have never, ever forgiven myself.

I looked back up to Father Kinley and he already had his eerily grin on his face like he knew what I was going to asked, "What, exactly, do I need to do?"