Chapter 11

Chloe's Pov

I walked as fast as I could, never stopping, never looking back because how could I. I mean, how I could look at the face of the Devil again? I thought of looking back because there was a tiny part of me feels like the creature that I was walking away from is still the same man. The same Lucifer who I worked for nearly three years, however I didn't want to reveal my tearful face to the monster, showing him how weak and vulnerable I was. Wondering away into the darkness and wondered off back into the streets of the L.A. However, that small part of me was angry, but not at lucifer but to myself. I didn't know I was so angry, kept thinking that I should stayed and listen, but I allowed my dreadful fear of his monster side to consume me.

My feet were starting to get tired, fantastic really because I really wanted to some rest from the walking and all of the rush that I have been through today. But, I didn't have any money to stay in a hotel room or somewhere. I couldn't go back to the police station just yet, because the I will have to face my fears again. I'll have to explain to Dan and Ella about everything, the priests and how this is all linked to Lucifer. Not to mentioned that I will have to see Pierce and confront his lies about being the world's first murderer and how he was using me. And what's worst, I could see Lucifer again and that will only ache and rise my fear inside of me, especially after I warned him to stay away from me, and after calling him a monster. How could I face Lucifer again after what has happened and after learning his true identity. I wanted to run as far away from all of this madness, but I didn't want to leave my family and friends, mostly my daughter.

Until my weary eyes were still awake, only to spot a familiar face ahead of me in the street. One gaze at Pierces' face and my entire body froze coldly again like when I first saw Lucifer earlier. Fortunately, there was quit a crowd in the long distance between us, as I quickly hidden my face away in the crowd or by the side of a building. U tried to keep my eyes away from having any contact with his eyes, however my stupid curiosity got the better of me. Shifting my head to head slight as I view more of Pierce, seeing how he still wears a plain T-shirt with a dark jacket covering over it. I noticed another man talking with Pierce, bold head with a short beard on his rough face. Watching Pierce taking them to off from the crowd, I couldn't hear them, but I knew the words coming from Pierces' mouth sounded serious and sharp. I didn't know why it felt very wrong, especially now I know that he was Cain, my twisted gut was making me theorises something dangerous.

As what I would usually do with investigating a suspect, my intelligence tells me to follow them. I slide passed through the walking crowd, but I carefully kept a long distance far from Pierce. I followed them across the quiet road, they walked through a dark alleyway which brought back eerily memories of when those priests kidnapped me. I hidden on the side of the alleyway and waited for them to disappeared around the corner on the other side. Once they were gone, I silently crept through the dark alleyway while I wished for having my gun by my side again. Finally, I reached to the other side and more dark shadows welcome me by an unlocked door, releasing cold chill to blew down my spine. However, I took small steps towards it, I heard tiny voices echoing from the inside of the building, or it could be the scared voices in my head screaming me to turn around and run. The tip of my fingers gently touched the cold handle and felt some sharp warning striking through my fingertips, but I thoughtlessly ignored them.

Luckily, the door didn't squeal when I slowly widen the entrance then I entered inside a gloomy room painted with black shadows. The large room was covered with large, wooden boxes with historical objects inside. There was some light up ahead, but I crept behind the wooden boxes to hide myself so Pierce or that man won't spot me. Ducking my head underneath the height level of where those boxes stood, while my ears picked up listening heedfully to any sounds that may occur. Soon, the closer I crept around, the louder and clearer the voices were.

"Wow, just wow..." the man chuckled.

My eyes were able to dart around a straight corner of a tall wooden box and stared passed a few historical figures and meet the faces of the two men. One half of me, if I never knew if Pierce truly was, I would have run to him before and happily hugged him tight. Now that I know he's Cain, I wanted to walk up to him and slapped him hard across his face. But, I stayed quietly in the shadows and continued listening their conversation.

"Finally, The Sinnerman returns. You know, the boys will be thrilled. Everyone's ready to get back to business" the man cheered happily.

Rapidly, my eye went wide in shock from hearing the first part. Pierce is not only Cain, but the Sinnerman himself, but then who was the other Sinnerman from before. That filled more questioned in my aching head. However, I didn't know why I should be shock now, because I recently learn about Lucifer being the actual Devil, Heaven and Hell are all true, God exist and he created me specifically for some reason, so far nothing should surprise me anymore. But, this was a new level especially from Pierce.

"I'm not back" Pierces' voice sounded tougher than he was as a lieutenant back home, he continued, "I just need, John, is take care of a few things. Any luck with Amenadiel?

I narrowed my puzzled eyes thinking why does Amenadiel have to do this. Then I remember he is Lucifer's brother, so Amenadiel is an angel. His friend, John answered, "Well, he's got the message. The police can't trace us from the phone text" the man explained.

"Good work" Pierce blissfully commented.

However, Pierces' voice sounded a bit different and John thought the same, "You okay, boss? I've never seen you look so... scared."

John's lost of the word at the end made it clear that Pierce has never be afraid before, maybe because he as Cian was immortal and couldn't die. There was short silence between the two men which suddenly gave me cold chills down my spine again. I kept my gaze on Pierce as my senses foretell me something is going to happen.

"You're right, you haven't. Because I've never been scared of dying before" Pierce growled in dark tone like a savage monster, until he acted like one when his right hand gripped around John's neck and slammed John's body against the hard, concrete column. I grasped silently as I sucked in some air in surprise, but I didn't want to breathe a sound just at that moment. So, I quickly covered my mouth by my hand for I have never seen Pierce so angry, it was seeing another unknown side of him, and it was true for now I could him as Cain. Even from hiding behind Pierce and without staring into his eyes, I could see into his dark soul as a rage of black fire grew dangerously within him. John's life hanging on a tread thinking that Pierce was going to break his neck and I was thinking the same thing. I could finally see his true self, the person Luicfer was trying to warm me this whole time, watching Cain to rise again like a phoenix.

"I'm losing everything!" Pierce loudly roared in his wrath, fearing for his life for the first time now he was able to die. Within a second, his vicious voice quickly quiet down only in a more low and creepy tone, "But that doesn't make me weak, it makes me more dangerous."

"Yeah. Sure. Okay, boss" John managed to breathe as Pierce slowly lets of his tight grip off from John's neck. John began breathing heavily as he rubbed the front side of his neck softly by his fingers, before he questioned, "So, what about those priests you talked about?"

Pierce stood by a large, wooden box with a black blanket covering over the top. His rough hand gripped the edge of the blanket and flipped it off, revealing different sizes of guns laying neatly on the wooden surface. Pierce grabbed one and studied the sharp, silver corners of a small gun and answered, "They got a close friend of mine."

"Like the other Sinnerman Junior" John sarcastically replied.

I didn't understand what John meant by that comment, until I thought back of the of the other Sinnerman who we caught before and then Pierce shot him dead. Clueing me that Pierce this other Sinnerman all this time, and something came to my mind. I remembered Pierce tell me his secret, "The Sinnerman killed my brother" but if Pierce was the true Sinnerman who killed his own brother, just like himself as Cain who killed his own brother, Able. My mind exploded like a thousand fireworks firing up, cheering for me as I finally completing the whole Sinnerman mystery.

"No. But, when I deal with those priests, then we can get back to the main plan" Pierce explained.

"Okay Boss, but why do you need to kill this guy?" John asked.

"Because he has what I want" Pierce answered unclearly.

"I thought you wanted some chick" John chuckled, realising he was talking about me.

"She is the reason to what I want" Pierce answered and again it was still unclear for me to understand.

Then, Pierce began walking up slowly to John like a predator crawling up to his prey, Pierce gave him a serious death stare and instructed in a dark tone, "If there's anyone who comes in and disturb us. Shoot him."

"Him?" John picked up the word and curious asked as I wondered the same question, "Who's the guy?"

After Pierce handed John the small gun, he eerily breathed out his answered, "His name, is Lucifer Morningstar."

Time stopped, literally, encaged me in the chilly silence. The air in my lung froze, like a huge lump was formed in the centre of my throat. My aching heart was beating faster and faster as if it could break right through my chest. My entire body was completely still, I wouldn't dare myself to move a single muscle. Slowly darting my head behind the tall, wooden box. I knew I was still angry and sacred of Lucifer, yet deep down I ached for him deeply when I heard Pierce said Lucifer's name.

"Don't worry. My best men are on" John delightfully consented.

"Just don't fail" Pierce ordered with no thoughts that his mortal men will fail him, "Where's the rest of them?"

"More guns are at the top, along with the bullets" John pointed upwards meaning the rest of their weapons were on a higher floor level above them.

"Good. Where are the others?" Pierce questioned.

"They're hanging out by a bar" John answered.

"Fine. Let's go" Pierce lastly commanded.

They both walked out after they each loaded up their own small gun, hidden them deep in the side of their trousers and walked out of the building from where their entered. Leaving me alone inside the building, but I wasn't on planning on following them back out. What would be the point, I know what Pierce is planning. The question is, what should I do?

I thought of running out, run away from all of this craziness again. Yet, I didn't know why, but I can't let him hurt Lucifer. I kept on remembering of his monster side that gives me shivering nightmares even when I'm awake, but I don't want to kill him. Though I was thinking of hurting him when Father Kinley encouraged me to do so, it did however felt really wrong like I would actually kill him. I wanted nothing to do with Lucifer, but still I couldn't let him walk into his death sentence, including his brother Amenadiel. I knew what I have to do, and I'm just hoping that I'll get of this in time, and stay out of it for good.

Lucifer's Pov

The night could have never been so darker and colder. I stumped my feet through the soft sand as I silently walked across the shadowy beach. When I reached back on the street of L.A, every step I took on the flat, hard pathway I feel like I was walking back on the rocky ground in Hell. Because truthfully, I felt like I was in Hell. After finding the detective, I spilled out the truths to her while she spills out her fear towards me. Yelling how she was terrified of me, believing I was evil incarnate, seeing me as a monster. Deeply hurt by the fact I knew my cruel father made me specifically, and I never told her, or the rest the truth really. Broken by my lying words, she left, not before she demanded me to go straight back to Hell. I always hear humans shouting the phase to each other, "Go to the Hell!" but coming from the detectives' mouth cracked my mouth. Her words sounded real like she believed I deserved to go back.

I continued walking away through the dark streets. Heading back towards the church to see what the police have found. Oh, how much I want to punish those priests who have caused this. I wanted to give them the worst of the worst kind of torture they could ever receive, it would be better in Hell so they could be tortured forever. However, I needed to some time alone. So, without a thought I popped inside any bar that looks fancy. The club reminded me of Lux, lots of people dancing as the loud music echoes throughout the large room. Sliding pass some people dancing around on the floor, then I finally reached to the bar. Ordering myself a huge glass of whiskey, wishing my supernatural metabolism would just let loose of the alcohol in my bloodstream so it could ceases my burning pain.

After a half an hour at least, I continued gulping down my drinks and swallowing down my griefs and despair. Meanwhile, many some sexy women come over to me and I shocked them by deny their invitations to have a one-night stand. My mind was on the detective, I couldn't stop picturing her sobbing in fear of me. Since our partnership, I have never seen the detective this upset, I wished with all my being that she could forget everything, I wish she go back to not knowing what I really was. I want the detective to be back to being suspicious of my behaviour and background, yet she still has faith in me. That grew our partnership into something more special, I wanted it to more special, but then I hurt her by treating it like a competition against Pierce. Now, I broke her, literally, her mind was a T.V screen presenting images of my horrific faces. The eerily voices smoked poison in her head as they screamed, "Lucifer is the Devil! A monster that will torture your life! Run! Run far away from him!"

This was all his fault. Father planned this whole thing to get me to suffer. First, created the detective to put her in my path, making me develop some special feelings for her which weren't real. Yet, soon I never felt that way when the detective fall for Pierces. That is what my father wanted to challenge me against Pierce which only leaves the detective heartbroken. My father knew that if I admitted my feelings or went in to talk the detective after she was proposed, she would have come for me and get kidnapped. His pathetic followers focused the detective to see me as the monster as I am, now she is terrified of me. One half of me keeps believing that Linda's suggestion about guesting if dad did this or not could be true. The other half burned that theory into black flames and yelled that it was all dad's fault. And it was true, after all he wanted me to suffer in pain and sorrow from the ones I hold most dear. My elbows laid down pointy on the bar counter, as one palm of my hand cover the other hand and squeezing them tight in rage.

Slowly I took the huge bottle and pour some brownish orange whiskey in my glass and was about to take a sip when a loud voice shouted from behind, "Lucifer!"

The top edge of my glassed softly touched on the bottom of my lips. Slowly rested my glass down on the counter. I turned around and my eyes surprisingly spotted Amenadiel at the top of the stairs. My eyes followed him rushing down the crowded stairs and passing through the dancing humans.

"Brother, what are you doing here?" I turned half-way to face my older brother with a puzzle look painted on my face with my both of my eyebrows raised. I quickly hide away my sadness behind my confusion I have develop from Amenadiel. I continued, "Personally, I'm avoiding the, uh, boring forensic part of the case, like I normally do. But, how did you find me?"

"I came up to see you, but you weren't there with the police. So, Dan helped me out by tracking your phone's GPS" my brother answered.

"Of course. Those are around these days" I mumbled underneath my breathe, "Why have you come?"

"Anyway, I needed to talk to you" my Amenadiel shortly replied as he settled himself down sitting next to me.

"About..." I moaned, clueing my brother to explain his reasons.

"Something Charlotte told me earlier, and got me thinking" Amenadiel began, but honestly I couldn't care less about what he was thinking because I had some big troubles I need to think about.

"That sounds dangerous" I sarcastically interrupted.

However, my brother sadly continued but I was all ears while continuously drinking, "Luci, because I am mortal than I was before, I'm not sure that when I die, I might go back up to Heaven."

Suddenly, I actually paused and gazed up at my brother in shock, but my moving lips broken the silent stillness, "You think you could go down to Hell?"

"In a way. It's Possible" Amenadiel replied, I felt a hit of anxious in the sound of his voice.

"Well, that's a mixture of good and bad news then" I grew a mischievous grin which obliviously gave my brother a deep shock.

"How exactly is that good news, Lucifer?" he yelled out his questioned.

"Well firstly, at it will pissed off dad knowing two of his favourite sons are down in Hell and at least I get to share my time with the pleasure of punishment. Unfortunately, the bad news is... is you" I answered my two points, then a third reason popped up in my mind while I was drinking my whiskey, "And, when you're down there, you could the new king. Of course, the demons will recognise you from your recent visits."

"That's not what I'm here for" Amenadiel stopped me from speaking on about my ideal future of my brother's fate in Hell. Again, Amenadiel dragged me back to listen to his thoughts, "Charlotte got me wondering that maybe... Luci, maybe celestial beings and humans, aren't that different after all."

I finished my glass and dropped my glass down, I leaned in a bit closer to my brother. A small smirk grew on my face and I wiggled my eyebrows, I replied in a playful tone, "Well, if we are talking about in bed. Then we all know my skills are preternatural. But I suppose you, on the other hand..."

"I'm talking about the rules of Heaven and Hell, Luci" Amenadiel interrupted before I was going to talk about his depressing bed skills, then he explained, "It's all based on humans' subconscious, what they think they deserve. But, what if that applies to us as well?"

I silently paused and gazed at me brother in bewilderment. My hand shifted the distance between Amenadiel and the whiskey bottle, "Right, let's keep that a distance from you."

Amenadiel gripped my arm to pull my focus back on him, then he hand gesture his reasons, "No, listen. When I first lost my wings, I thought Dad was punishing me. And then I thought that you were somehow my test, that in helping God's most wayward soul, that I would somehow find redemption. But, Luci, I've just been guessing. Dad never told me any of those things."

"Since when does Dad ever tell us anything?" I darkly snarled of hearing my bastard father.

"That's exactly my point, brother. What if he wants us to judge ourselves? My wings, your wings, your Devil face" a small smile enlighten on his face like he actually made sense of all of this, however to me Amenadiel was just making himself sound more insane. His big hands hold on the side of my face making my eye gliding from one corner to the other as he increases the confusion written on my face. Then he happily ended, "Brother, what if we're the ones who control all of it?"

"Brother..." Surprisingly to Amenadiel, I responded back with a wide grin which seems to pleases him. I started off in a grateful tone till my voice rapidchanges, "that is absolutely... absurd!"

My hands viciously swing up and pushed my brother's hands off form the side of my face. My angry eyes froze the puzzlement on Amenadiels' face as I spoke, "Dad holds the reins. End of story."

The sound of my words were sharp to wake my brother up from his fantasy theories. My burning rage grew when comes to a thought of our father. I thought of his cruelty, his wrath, his dark sense of humour, how he created to the detective and put her in my path just so my pain and grief would gladly entertain him. Then, my anger pointed out, "Because if we do have control, why don't you just pop your wings out right now?"

Unexpectedly, I got up from my seat and began yelling and waving to some people near us, "Excuse me! We might need some room here!"

After some dancers stopped for a second and happily gave Amenadiel some space, I stare back at my brother and loudly encourage him to prove me wrong, "Well go on then! Be an angel! Pop out those wings!"

Amenadiel stayed down still and in silent, seeing his disapproval for my unsupportive. Afterwards, I walked back to my chair and sat myself down again then my brother unfortunately excused, "Listen, I'm not sure yet, Luci. I will figure this out."

"Well, I'd stop trying if I were you. Because, it's bloody exhausting you know" I poured myself more whiskey in my glass and took a big sip from the cold glass. I stopped when I suggested something and pointed it to Amenadiel with the glass in my hand, "No, actually, on second thoughts, ponder needlessly, because it's what you normally do, isn't it?"

I heard my brother sign sadly to my suggestions, finally he could see my point of views. Quietly, Amenadiel rested his arms across the counter in front of him, until he wanted to continue this useless conversation, "Just it doesn't make any sense, Luci."

"What is there to make sense of, brother?" I yelled while giving Amenadiel an annoyed gaze, "It's obviously dad trying to control us and make us play in his little puppet show!"

Amenadiel paused before breaking the short silence, "I'm sorry."

My angrily eyes turned to side and saw Amenadiel gazing down lonely at the back edge of the counter. My anger slowly calmed down as I cheerfully replied, "No need to apologise to me. It's your nonsense, your problem."

"No, I mean that I needed to talk you about some things on my mind" Amenadiel corrected my misunderstanding, "Where, obviously you have a lot on your mind. And, I should listen."

I shook my head slightly and negatively replied, "Oh, please save that big brother talk for someone who desperately needs it."

"Actually, Dan advised me to talk since you disappeared earlier" Amenadiel noted, as he turned half-way facing me with his left arm still resting on the counter and the other hanging down over his leg, "At least you are getting close to finding Chloe. Hopefully she will be okay..."

"I found her!" I viciously snapped, hearing the detective's name only painfully aches my tired and sure heart.

Hearing Amenadiel's silent gasp only vexes me as I knew that he was going to congratulate me, and what a surprise it came true. I couldn't stand to look at his wide smile when I wasn't feeling the same way, "Lucifer... That's good, isn't it. Is she okay?"

"No... No, she is not..." I answered back in sorrow tone.

"Why? Lucifer, what happened?" Amenadiel's voice cracked into anxiousness.

"She knows" I shortly answered.

"She knows what?" Amenadiel questioned.

I took in a deep breathe in before I expanded my answer, "The detective knows what I really am."

And there it was again, the deep silence caught the air in Amenadiels' lungs to stop breathing for seconds. I didn't need to turn around and see the shock and the sadness painted on his face. His hand reached over to touch on the back of my shoulder, but I shivered my shoulders harshly to warn my brother not to touch me. Yet, I heard his kind voice whispered, "Luci, I'm so sorry. If there's anything I could..."

"You could die and go back to the Silver City and kick dad's ass for me" I rudely interrupted. Amenadiel was believing to hear me sarcastically listing the things he could do for me, however he sensed my tone was serious and sharp. Then, I proposed something else, "Actually, better yet, you could bring him down here so I could beat him up myself."

"Lucifer, you really don't think father has anything to do with this?" Amenadiel questioned.

"Well, of course he is involved!" I growled louder in rage from the sound of my father's name, "First, he put the detective in my path with feelings she can't control. Then, he tried to play me by getting her to fall with the world's first murder. Now, he hurts her more by making her see the fact that. I. Am. The. Devil!"

My fiery wrath blew a wintery wind that froze the air in Amenadiels' lungs as he gasped in speechless. And I was the same, admitting it my brother and to myself only ached my heart more. However, Amenadiel strongly took in a deep breathe, knowing he was going to question me which cracks me, he could see that but wondered, "Where is Chloe now?"

"It's obvious, isn't it? Away from the dangerous Devil" I muttered coldly.

Amenadiel tried to brainstorm some solutions, "Maybe if I talk to her. Or possibly Linda since she's human and will understand how..."

"Since, you brought that up" I cut in unexpectedly.

"Brought what up?" Amenadiel narrowed his eyes in confusion.

"Your relationship with Linda? Let me ask, how did you hope your relationship will go and end?" I questioned with my hands shortly swing around.

I could see the confusion grew in my brother's eyes as he answered, "I mean, if Maze was okay with it. Then, I guess we would great, happy. What does this have anything to do with you?"

I remembered asking the same question to Pierce earlier before about how I would badly hurt the detective if we did get together. Pierce's answers sure deep wounds within me but I clearly understood his reasons, because he was right. And so, Pierce's words escape from my mouth as I gazed at Amenadiel unemotionally, "Because Linda would grow old and you will say young. And, when you will die, she will be in Heaven and you possibly down to Hell. And, that is why it's better if the detective never cared for me. And, it would better if I never cared for her."

Within a second, Amenadiel puzzled eyes widen in clearness for he finally understands now. What the future held for him and Linda would be exactly the same for myself and the detective. Then I sarcastically added more thankful thoughts for my brother and worse for myself, "At least, you're more human, so you could actually grow old and die. While I'm stuck in this enigma. Part of dad's bloody plan!"

I roared at the end as I banded my glass of whisky down harshly on the counter, as a glimpse of red hellfire bloomed in the centre of my eyes. I could feel the deep sorrow and compassion beneath my brother tough skin. The words he wanted to say were at the tip of his words, but Amenadiel knew that I would give a dame and it wouldn't change anything. My brother could already see how much pain was coiling my soul and squeezing me till there is no life left within me. I felt empty and hopeless from losing the detective, and possibly forever.

Soon, I scooped my hand down to the inner pocket of my jacket and grabbed my wallet out. Talking out a fifty dollar and slide it underneath my glass. After placing my wallet back in my inner pocket, I got up from my seat and tucked down my jackets and the ends of my sleeves.

"Where are you going?" Amenadiel vexingly wondered.

"I'm a punisher, remember" I answered in a dark tone without looking at, instead my eyes targeted at the doorway. I began walking fast through the crowd after I ended, "So, there's some people that needs to be punished."

Leaving Amenadiel still sitting on his chair alone with an anxious look on his face as he watched me slide pass some dancing humans, up the stairs and vanished through the dark door entrance. Existing out of the club and I walked back to where the police will be. Before, Daniel found another young priest in the church, they would have already questioned him, but he has never been question by me, the Big Bad Devil.