Chapter 10

Chloe's Pov

The beautiful orange sky quickly vanishes into blackness, the night has arrived. After walking far and away from the creepy priests and their church, I finally stopped in a pub called 'The Bungalow' thankfully it wasn't much people there, less noises and less distractions. I entered inside expected some eyes staring at me strangely but there none. I sat myself down with bended my elbows on the wooden counter, my hands cuddled together and resting my lips on my soft fingers. After running and walking and facing the truth, I was still breathless, no air in my lungs because I was still panicking. My mind was completely blank because I didn't know what to do. I want to call the police department or any one of my friends or family to get me. Oh, how I wanted to get home so badly. Wanting to get Trixie in my arms and hug her so tight like I never want to let her go. I wanted to get back to my normal, but I can't.

Lucifer will be there, I could imagen him giving me a welcome grin, but then my mind twisted back to the horrific pictures of him. I couldn't get them out of my mind, that's when the tear start falling out my eyes again. Then there was Pierce, or Cian the world's first murder. He used me like an object, they all did, for their own selfish purpose. I whispered a bad habit prayer for yourself, "Oh please God. Please, help me." Then I stopped as I just remember God is real, but I remembered the worse, he created me. I wasn't meant to exist because my parents couldn't have kids, this was just all part of his plan. I positioned as a pawn to play in an unfair game of lies and cheats. Father Kinley suggestion came back to me as I thought that maybe I was born to kill Lucifer. But, was I? After these three years, why now? Thousands of questions spinning sickly across my mind, "Was my dad's death part of this? What about Trixie? Is her daughter something else? Dan? Pierce? Lucifer? Why was I part of this? I never asked for this!"

Unaware that there was a bar-lady standing on the other side of the counter, she was older than me and she was dark brown hair with a strip of white hair shorty across the front side. She gazed down at me in compassion when she noticed my quiet sobs. I slide out a white napkin out of her side pocket and handed it to me, I finally heard her low, yet sweet voice, "I think you need this."

I took the napkin and quickly whipped the cold tears off from underneath of my eyelids to the bottom of my checks. I replied with a small smile, "Thank you."

"So, who's the guy?" the bar-lady quickly asked. I gasped holding my breathe as my eyes went wide not in confusion because she knew that I was obviously upset, but shocked because she knew about what's wrong. Then she corrected her question, "Or lady? But I can see it's someone special. I've seen it before."

I breathed in deeply then out slowly calming down my nerves, and answered her question, "Yeah, it's a guy."

"Ah, what's he done?" I continued questioning but I didn't mind, because I actually wanted to talk to someone normal and try to get everything that's screaming in of my mind finally out.

I didn't want to say too much to confuse the lady, yet I wanted to yell out everything that has been happening. I started, "Lets just say he's completely the opposite man I thought he was."

"Ah, hon, they all are" the lady's voice raised into a sassy tone, "When a man come and do their first impression, you thought he's nice and smart and funny and all that." The she cheekily snapped her fingers, "Then, BOM, he showed up as a new man."

"Exactly. Like that is exactly my problem. And, honestly I don't know what to do" I replied back, grateful that she knows a the same problem that I'm going through.

"Tell everything" she commanded in a mentoring tone, advising me to explain my problem.

I began explaining, "Well I knew this guy, Lucifer for nearly three years...

"Lucifer? Like Satan name" the bar-lady irruption as she looked puzzled.

"Yeah, believe me I know how you feel" I replied, but how I felt about the craziness in that name was ten times worse. I was partners with Lucifer for nearly three years, and after all of this time it made so much sense now. His name is the Devil, his horrible childhood when he dad, God banished him out from Heaven, losing the gaining his wings, and Lucifer mentioning about Hell and everything. I feel so stupid, so blind, that he told me the truth this whole time and I never believed him. I took in another deep breathe and continued, "And we had our ups and downs, we're were partners, as friendly partners, not like love partners or anything" I began explaining while the bar-lady poured me a small shot glass, "We had our moments, then he suddenly did somethings so stupid and hurtful. So, I thought it's best to stay friends. Then I started going out with this guy, Marcus and then Lucifer got all competitive."

"Oh, jealous?" the bar-lady guessed.

I nodded, "My friend said the same thing too."

The bar-lady started washing some glasses while listening to my story, "Then some crazy people came up to me and showed me some proof that Lucifer, the guy I knew for so long was just someone else. Now, I don't believe and like those people, trust me I hate them. But what they showed me about Lucifer, changed my life. That everything about him, everything I knew about him, was all a lie."

I looked up and saw how sorrow was painted on the bar-lady's face. The she finally responded, "I think you definitely need another" she handed me another small shot glass.

Returned with a small smile, then it quickly faded as I added, "Then it changes, for Marcus, my family and friends. And, I can't go back because then it'll come back, everything, and I don't know how to deal with it."

The bar-lady finished off drying her last glass then she locked her eyes on me, "Look honey, if there's one I know. Is that when it comes to problems like this and can't deal, and hear me out. Keepers are stayers, but talkers are walkers. You know what that means?"

I shook my head as my answer and she explained, "You keeps the problem to yourself, you just stay in the same place, no one will come to you because you can't come to them. But, you talk, you could finally walk away from the problem, it will fall behind and be forgotten."

Truthfully, I agree with her advice, I like that advice thinking that I used that often more for Trixie if she ever has problems she would like to talk to me about. But the worse thing was, I can't forget about this. This whole thing about Lucifer, God, Heaven and Hell is all true, how I could forget about that. It just keeps spinning back in my mind, my thoughts began flooding with all of those horrific images of the Devil, along with the demons and Hell. My heat was pumping so fast I could feel it beating in the middle of my throat, stopping the air for me to breathe in and out of my lungs. Hearing it beating faster and faster, then it was getting louder and louder. When I was thinking of fear, I pictured fear of the Devil. Then fear touched my shoulder.

A deep shock rushed electrically through my entire body. I jumped right out of my seat and my arms swing across the counter tucking over the shot glasses and smashed down deaths from their fall. I was breathing heavily while my hands stretched out and pushed away the fear from being close to me. After taking a few steps away, my tearful version of were melted out of tears and my version became drier for me to see that it was a young barman. He backed away from me in shock from my reaction as he eyes stared strangely at me, I slowly turned my head noticing how all eyes were locked on me. Everyone in the bar, the customers and the bar staffs, were all looking at me like I was an insane person, but honestly I was feeling the same thing about myself.

I turned back to face the barman and quietly whispered, "I'm... I'm sorry."

Within a second, I embarrass and started to panic so I quickly walk off out of the back of the bar. Entering to the outside area and sat myself on a round table. My mind was non-stop spinning, I didn't why I pushed that man away, I shouldn't. My instincts were unsteady, like every time I felt a touch or heard of something unknowingly to me, I response in defence from an attack where there wasn't any. I rested my tired head in the palms of my wet hands while my eyes settled their gaze on the shiny beach and the glittery ocean. The cold wind blew on my skin, but it didn't bothered me, nothing was more colder than staying in that insane room back in the church. I watch how time beautiful painted a perfect view of the beach, where some seagulls balanced their gliding in the air above the blue sea.

Soon, the bar-lady walked over and sat on the other side of the round table, giving me a notice of her appearance so I won't get freaked out again like I did in the bar. I passed over a medium glass of crystal water with freezing ices floating at the top. I held up a small smile for only a second, "Thank you."

"This thing is really eating you, isn't hon?" the bar-lady asked, but it's was those kind of questions that she already knew the answer to.

I shocked my head to myself, feeling so angry about all this. Why am I so mad, and at who? Myself, for being so stupid by don't listening to Lucifer and believing in him. Largely, those crazy priests and set this whole thing up. Perhaps God, for creating like I'm a toy made for Lucifer or just to be played with and not expected to feel anything about it. Yet, there was a small part of me feeling like I should be mad at Lucifer, I know he never lies but he should have at least showed me the truth. Everything in my life was spitting apart, shattering into a million broken pierces. There were more words that I needed to get out through my sobbing mouth, "I don't know... I really don't know what to do."

There was no point holding back the tears, I continued with a quiet, calming dance, "I mean, this not his fault, none of it is. But... it's just, when I realised who he was, who he truly was... I was scarred and... I don't sure if I could accept it."

After taking a short sip of my cold drink, the bar-lady hum to herself in a way of her understanding, she softly replied, "Acceptance is a difficult path. Believe me, it was hard for me with my man."

I looked down at her fingers and noticed a gold ring around his finger, I asked, "You're married?"

"Seventeen years. He may be a challenge, but he's my everything" she revealed a blissful smile, I had that smile when I was married to Dan, when Pierce and I began dating, when I had my first kiss with Lucifer on the same beach. Then, the bar-lady finishes, "And, I think your guys sounded the same."

Afterwards, the bar-lady lifted herself up and was about to leave before stopping by my side and asked, "Can I get you anything, hon?"

"Maybe some snacks, please" I answered, "And, can I stay here for a while? I don't want anyone staring me..."

"Oh honey, that's fine" she interrupted before I my chance to finish my sentence, she also noted, "Besides, once those people had their drinks, they'll forget everything about today."

I grin at her cheerful comment before she left me alone. Settling myself alone again with nothing but my thoughts still troubling in my mind. Everything started flooding back to me within half a second, however my mind was mainly thinking about Lucifer. I couldn't get him out of me, both the man I knew and the horrific Devil version of him. One half of me wanting to scream and run away from all of this, or at least get Lucifer away from me and everyone else, get everyone safe from harm. Because he's the Devil, he's evil incarnate, he kills and tortures people, humans like me. But, the other half of me advised me to look again, maybe this wrong. After all this time, since we've been partners he maybe an irritating, charming man but he's also caring, loyal, and truthful. He never lies, and I could see how he tires to protect me from harm, like when he tries to keep me away from Pierce, because he was Cain. I understand now, everything was making sense, but that was only worsening my panic.

Hours passed, the orange sky slowly faded away as the blackness rapidly consume the entire sky. I had some small fries and a salad to eat, while sitting alone watching people walking by on the calm beach. I watched happy families and couples skipping passed me, every time I look at them I quickly remember Lucifer. He was always the first thing that popped in my mind, I tried thinking of ways of how to deal with this, with all of this craziness, but I keep feeling like I'll be falling back into my old life, my unknown life of lies. How could I come back? How could go back to him?

Some people were leaving the bar from the backdoor, leaving it open for me to hear what's going on inside the bar. Suddenly, a loud cheer echoed from within the bar, I turned my head around to see and hear what they were shouting and clapping for. Then, a wave of a smooth tone of music sailed within the bar and throughout reaching to my ears, realising someone is going to start a performance. I thought of walking back inside to watch the performance, but I feel like I still needed some more time alone. After all, I am dealing with something as big as the entire universe. I laid my arms on the cold table in a cross in front of me, and comfortably rested my head on them. Feel like I could sleep forever in this position, until I heard the most beautiful singing voice.

When you were here before

My entire body froze when I heard that voice. Because I swear, I recognised that voice.

Couldn't look you in the eye

I slowly raised my head and turned around, thinking to myself, "It can't be. Can it?"

You're just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry

I dug up the courage to lift myself off form my chair and spin my legs around to give themselves space to push me up to stand. I was facing at the door entrance where a few people were walking fast to get inside for the performance.

You float like a feather
In a beautiful world

This heavenly voice was music to all ears, including mine, I swear I have heard of this voice before. I entered inside the bar, and silently walked passed some tables with tall people so to see the singer. Every step I took my heart was beating faster again, and the up-beating music was increasing it.

I wish I was special
You're so very special

Once I stopped by some tables and I had a clear view of the stage, my heart stopped like time was frozen. I couldn't believe my eyes, from thinking of him in my mind, he was right there in front of me. The tall, charming man, like his face beautifully carved by angels, his brown sparkled like stars. It was none-other than the Devil himself, Lucifer.

But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong

His voice sounded dark and low blanketed with grief. I know when he's down when I see him. I remembered him singing 'Eternal Flame' I realised his plan of singing he could get Marla to reveal herself to us, but I knew that he was singing for me when I said the words "You need me." And I did need him, always. But this song, 'Creep' sounded more personal and hurtful. A source of distress was painted all over my face when I watch him singing his heart out, like he wanted to scream out his pain to the whole world. Soon, his voice sang longer like he was crying.

She's running out again
Oh, She's... running... out...

Lucifers' Pov

"Again..."

I couldn't sing that last note, the last word, for the pain was already sharply sliding through up my throat and soring me whenever I tried to speak. My eyes dreamed off into the nothingness and all I could hear was silence, but in reality everyone in the bar stood up and clapped and cheered loudly. I slowly turned around eyeing at everyone I could see in the room. Holding up a fake smile while I waved my hand at the audience. Until I suddenly stopped when I spotted a small pair of familiar hidden away by the audience. Long blonde hair flowing down over her shoulders, my shocked eyes were locked on her beautiful blues eyes. I couldn't believe it, the detective was here. For once tonight, I grew a happy grin to see the detective was alive and well. However, I couldn't say she did the say as I saw her face was shaping in terror.

"Detective?" I whispered in wonder with a wide smile.

Even from sitting far her, I could hear the detectives' heart beating faster than usual and she began breathing heavily. Her panic was painted on her face as it was growing dangerously through her veins like a wildfire. Soon, her feet were slowly sliding backwards away from me, when I jumped off from my piano seat at the same time her speed increases.

"Detective!" I yelled to get my attention, but she didn't turn around and face me.

My eyes target on her as I rushed off from my seat and chased her through the bar till I reached the back door. I stood by the entrance and quickly scanned around the outside area, and spotted the detective walking fast across the shadowy beach. I chased after her across the beach, stampeding my feet on the tough, sandy surface feeling the sand being flicked off from eth back of my heals. I could see from far behind how the more the detective panics the faster she walks away from me. Continually, I keep calling for her to stop, when I finally ran closer to her and my calls were louder the detective finally turned around and faced me, although her face was exactly the same. I still showed my grin however the detective didn't return her smile.

When I took a step forward, she yelled with an unsteady voice and her hand out, "Don't."

I stopped and stared at her, my grin was nearly vanishing, yet I still tried to hold it up. I tried to take another step forward again and speak, "Detective, I..."

"Stop!" she repeatedly roared her order again, and this time I did as I was told and kept a distance between us.

Slowly, I raised his hands showing his innocence and how I wish no harm towards her. However, I could still see the fear striking in the centre of her eyes. I started again in a calm, friendly tone, "Detective, I know you are feeling scarred, confused... from what you have been through. Form the abduction, to the church..."

I revealed my knowledge about what those priests did to her in the insane room covered with stereotypical, horrific pictures of me as the 'Devil.' The detective slowly calmed down her heavily breathing and whispered, "So, it's all true?"

"Yes" I answered truthfully and slowly nodded, then I added, "But, those pictures you saw, are not me detective."

She looked to her side for she needed to look at her beach instead of me, because she picture me as the monster she saw in one of the pictures in the insane room. Then she shifted her eyes back at me and asked, "Are there more... devils like you, or are you just an it?"

"I'm it. Detective, I'm the Devil" I answered honestly. I showed the palms of my hands out in front of the detective and added, "Detective, all you need to know now, is that I would not hurt you or anything."

"How do I know that's true?" she strongly questioned.

Offered, I responded in a realisation tone, "Because, you know I have never lied, detective."

"Now, that I don't believe it's true" the detective replied back quickly, she gulped down her fear for bravely speaking back that I wasn't honest to her.

In return I gasped in shock at her reaction, then she kindly explained, "We were partners for three years Lucifer, and friends, and..." she was going to say more than friends as well. I felt the words nearly pouring out form her mouth, but she upsettingly held them back because it was too painful to say it. "...and you never told me that you were..." she paused, "The Devil."

"I have always told you the truth" I repeated himself.

"But you knew I didn't believe you!" her voice slightly raised higher into rage, "Since the beginning, can't you see how that makes me feel so stupid and blind that you told me all this time!"

I watched her eyes slowly flooding up with more tears, I forwarded his hands and slowly suggested, "Detective, let's go home. You could see your urchin, Daniel, Miss Lopez..."

"I can't" she cried.

"Yes, you can" I encourage.

"No, I can't" she repeated herself.

I huffed in confusion, he wondered with small grin thinking she must be joking, "But why?"

"Because I'm bloody terrified!" she screamed out loud form the bottom of her lungs while releasing more tears to slide down her red checks. She watched my grin quickly faded away as I fell into a deep silence. She didn't mentioned why she was afraid, but I didn't need to asked her, because I was her answer.

"You are the actual devil" the detective sobbed as her voice was broken as she couldn't hold it all in any longer, she continued explaining "I mean every story of good and bad from throughout history, throughout time, says that you are the embodiment of evil."

She pointed her hands directly at me, then shifted her hands back pointing towards her chest, "What am I... And how am I, Chloe Decker, a human, a nobody, supposed to deal with that?"

My heart was torn and shredded into a billion pieces, burning in the centre of a hateful fire. Many times before, some people who stereotypical accused me for all the wrongs of the worlds when I have nothing to do with. But coming back someone who I truly care for, the one person I felt more dear, not only thinks of them too but actually believes that it's true. My face looked heart broken, and same for the detective expected the running tears down her red checks like a ruin, melted painting. She slowly calmed down, but sniffed, "Why did you this to me?"

"I..." there was no words to respond, I was completely speechless, which angers the detective more for she desperately wanted answers.

"You told me the truth, yet you knew that I never believed you, so why didn't you prove it to me then?" she explained her question with a tone of rage in her voice, then added, "And to think, I mean, Linda knows about this."

"Linda?" my face looked puzzled rapidly.

"They found Reece's journal and Reece mentioned he and Linda saw your... other face?" the detective explained as her finger wavily pointed around her face at the end, talking about my devil face.

I developed an 'oh' look on my face, as I noticed the fear in the detective's eyes was growing eerily like wild fire. Her mind was beginning to think of those horrific images of the my monstrous form, and now she's looking at me as that monster. She secretly shivered my body, but I could see the shiver right though her clothing. Hearing how the detectives' heart was beating fast in fear from just looking at me, or even the thought of me.

I nodded silently, meaning it was true that Reece and Linda knew about my true identity. Meanwhile, my hatred grew for how serious those priests were for manipulating the detective in only seeing me as the monstrous Devil, including stealing Reece's journal as evidence. The detective slowly shocked her head as her response, and more tears came out from her eyes, "Why didn't you show me?"

My mouth was dry and speechless, because truthfully I didn't exactly know the answer myself. However, I whispered a small, yet worthless answer, "I... I couldn't."

She closed her mouth as she tried to hold back her hatred and rage, swallowing them painful down her throat in one gulp. Soon, the detective calmly replied, "That's what I thought."

My face expression had the exact same look when I made dinner for the detective then I broke her heart when I explained that it was all for showing up Pierce. My shock was painted on my face because I soon realised that I made a huge mistake. Usually, I would come over to comfort the detective, and explain how it's nonsense and to 'forgive and forget.' I wanted to walk over, but she yelled me to back off, "No!"

She paused for a second before speaking again with her broken voice, "I... I don't want to be part of this lie anymore!"

I looked more confused than ever, "Detective, this isn't a lie."

"Yes, it is! My entire life was it!" she cried louder, "Don't lie Lucifer! I know about Amenadiel meeting my mum!"

"What on earth are you talking... oh..." I started as a way of saying that I didn't understand what she was talking about, until he quickly realised when she mentioned Amenadiel meeting her mother in a bar.

Suddenly, I noticed she looked bemused when I ended with "Oh..." then the clearer detective uncovered the fact that I already knew the truth. The tip of her fingers touched and sided on the top of her nose, as her hands cover her whole nose and mouth. "Oh my..." the detective started but she didn't want to finish that sentence, she sadly gasped, "You knew. You knew. You bloody knew!"

Her anger raised and the shock shivered her hands off from her mouth so she could roar at me. Truthfully, l have never seen the detective this anger in front of me, however I was deeply regretful for hiding the truth and for speaking it too, "Yes."

She shook her head slightly and calmly but sadly wondered, "What was the point?"

Deep down, I was desperately wanted to hide the truth, but we both knew there was no point in hiding it now. I took in a deep breathe before answering, "I think my father, made you to put you in my path."

"Why?" she sobbed another question.

I stumbled his answer because he wasn't entirely sure if it was true, "Because..."

"Because, perhaps I was made to hurt you, or possibly kill you" she quickly interrupted and corrected my answer, "Is that why you wanted to check my back?"

I remembered asking the detective to show me her back because I wanted to see if she had any scars to reveal any proof that she was angel sent by my father to kill me. I huffed in disappointment to himself while nodding my answer, till the truth wanted to escape from my mouth, "And..."

"And what?" she questioned, shocked to hear that there was another reason.

I signed even more disappointment for I didn't mean to say that, but I could feel the desperate for the truth through the detectives' low tone voice. So, I tried to think of a way to start my answer, "And that's why, I left for Vegas."

The detectives' wet eyes widen in a deeper shock, both of her hands cover my mouth from screaming out my cries like what she did when she was locked in that insane room. "Oh my God. Oh my God!" she whispered through her fingers, then throw my hands away for that last one to shout out.

"Detective, I'm so sorry, I..." I badly wanted to take it all back. I wished none of this has ever happened. I wished the detective should have never discovered my true self.

"What the hell do you know?!" she roared out her sobs, "Do you have ever any idea what I was going through when you left me for two weeks? Do you how I felt when you kissed me then got off married to a stripper?! Do you know how much you hurt me?!"

I fell into a deep silence again like I just realised that information now, which worsen the detectives' wrath for me. I slowly shook my head in rage for my terrible actions and in sorrow for putting the detective in those actions. I tried apologising as my voice sounded low and heartbroken, "Detective, I am deeply sorry for..."

"No more, Lucifer!" she interrupted angrily for she couldn't bare to hear more as all of this information was just cracking deeply on her tired heart. Slowly, she calmed down again and repeated, "No more, please."

"Detective, wait please!" I didn't want to give up now, not since I've found her after worrying and searching to find her, "Just listen, this isn't what it seems."

"You're right, it was never what it seems" she agreed with me, only because to her everything in my life was a complete lie.

"But, before that..." I tried to continue.

"No! Stop it! Please!" the detective shriek tearfully, she couldn't take another desperate word from me, "I tired of getting used and hurt Lucifer. By Dan, or by Pierce-Cain whatever..." I paused upsettingly for a shot second, "... or by you."

Sadness aggravated the look on my face, "Detective, please..."

"No! You hurt people in hell, can't you see you're hurting me!" she whined while taking a few steps back away from me.

Her words cracked a sorrowful frown on my face, as they reflected my inner-self, my monstrous self. Truly calling me a punisher, yet I had no interest in mean to hurt the detective, never. Then, a memorable question escaped from my mouth, "Do I scare you?"

The detective paused silently which increase my worries, until she nodded her head unhappily, "Very."

I didn't want to believe what I heard through my ears. Feeling like I was stuck in a hell loop like I had before where I met a fake Uriel, crushing my hopes and dreams of reality. Thinking this must be like terrible nightmare, but I know it was all real, it was all true from the edge of her lips. I sensed the detective's intention to badly leave right here right now. But I didn't want to give up now, not like this end our relationship, I tried to reach over to her one last time, "Detective..."

"Leave me alone!" she barked in a vicious tone, wave her hand out to warm me to back off, then her voice calmed down only finished on a tragic note, "Just go back to hell, or something. I don't care"

My body froze coldly from her last words, seeing how far the detective will say to keep me away from her. Yelling at me to go back to the one place I truly despises, besides Heaven of course, but coming from the detective ripped my soul apart. I watched her turning around and walking away from me. Naturally walking through the shadowing night on the beach, I could picture how her upsetting face was stick for overnight, as the two waterfalls of her tears continued flowing out form her green eyes. Soon, I the detective wondered off far away into the darkness then walked back into the street and disappeared from my view. Gratefully I was alone, because I didn't want anyone to see me standing in depression. Maybe, the detective expected me to be anger, shout at her for calling me a lair, a trickster, a monster. But I didn't, because she had every right to be angry at me, the detective deserves the truth. Never in my life have I been so broken for one human, the one who stole my heart from the beginning, and now my heart has been disintegrate because that human is gone. One of my devilish eyes released a signal tear, I allowed it to slide down willing till it was at the bottom of my chin and fall off to splash in the shadowy sand. Just as I allowed the detective to walk away. And, possibly out from my life, forever.

Oh dear, this doesn't look good for Lucifer and Chloe.

I loved the beginning of season 4 episode 1 where with Lucifer sings 'Creep' for Chloe, so I thought why not add it in that draws them together as a small reunion.

I used the say script words from season 4 episode 3. I don't own any lines from any episodes or anything from the T.V show.

Hope you enjoyed this chapter and please leave some comments!

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