Thank you to the people who followed or Favorited it means a lot! So I'll try my best to update faster. As I said my updates may happen from 2 weeks to month and I will try to make that 1 week to two.

Notes:

I wrote the first chapter about a day after season 3 ended and I had forgotten that I had written this so I put SAVELUCIFER on on my first chapter and thank God it was saved.

Though I have a question, if Netflix saved it would all of the seasons be on Netflix or just season 4? I feel stupid for asking this question, but I'm a visual learner so I have to see something. For example, I saw how the story would continue in my head and I wrote it down.

Thinking about the story, onwards!

Chapter 2: When can you call yourself insane?

Chloe was finishing up the paperwork following Marcus's death. She was mainly doing it half heartedly.

She kept pondering what had happened, and a part of her wished she was in a terriable dream. On the other side she was relieved that she knew what he was. A relief she didn't know existed.

Everything made sense now. Everything fit together like puzzle pieces, but instead it was everything strange told to her or the weird things that happened around him. It explained why Maze was such a vicious "person" or Demon would be the correct term.

She shook her head inwardly.

Chloe remembered being berated with questions by reporters. Most of the LAPD was in a frenzy, she remembered being berated by questions. Most of the questions involved , "How did you figure out the Lieutenant was the Sinnerman!?"

In the panic, The LAPD Commissioner had opened a case on the matter. She remembered her interrogation on the incident.

"Come in Detective." The Detective had a pretty plain face. His eyes were glassy blue and his hair was a deep brown. His jaw wasn't squared, but it was round either. He had no scars or birth marks on his face. Which made even harder to read.

Chloe was nervous as the Commissioner and the Detective's partner was on the other side of the glass. She knew she couldn't bring up the fact that Lucifer was the Devil as no one would believe her.

"Sit down, please." The Detective has said.

"My name is Detective Arthur Barnes. I am investigating the death of Lieutenant Marcus Pierce. My partner and the Commissioner are witnessing." He said this as he was going through the file. She saw the pictures taken at the crime scene. The Detective seemed bored, as though he didn't want to take the case.

Chloe was looking at the photos, and instead of Maze's blade in his chest it was piece of sharp curved glass.

"Detective Decker, What in your view happened with Marcus Pierce?" The Detective had asked. "Please give your story to about 24 hours leading up to the death."

"Well, it all started with death of Charlotte Richards about 25 hours ago." Chloe started.

"Continue." The Detective told her flatly while looking at the Forensic details of the case.

"We were investigating the death of Charlotte, and a Detective in my force came to me the morning after. He told me who Pierce was."

The Detective looked up at her at this. He seemed intrigued. "Who is Lieutenant Marcus Pierce?"

"Dan had claimed Pierce was the Sinnerman. I first believed he was crazy." Chloe said as she put a hand to forehead, and shook her head. She slowely put her hands back into her lap. Chloe continued.

"But then my LAPD consultant had told me he knew that Pierce was the Sinnerman for months."

The Detective looked at her concerned. "So your partner had a confession from one of the most notorious crime bosses in LAPD and didn't report it?"

"No, he tried to tell me... But I didn't believe him. I thought he was being ridiculous because at the time I was engaged to Marcus."

"Are you saying that your consultant had run feelings for you?"

Chloe was surprised by the question. "What type of feelings?" Chloe tried to hide her interest.

"Romantic feelings, jealous feelings because if he did he may be suspect for the Lieutenant's death." The Detective explained to her as if she were dumb.

Chloe nearly laughed. The Devil having feelings?

But then she stopped herself. He did.

"No, as I told him strictly that it was a professional relationship."

"So your partner never made any personal connections?"

"He did but-" Chloe was interrupted.

"So your partner had the chance to kill his rival and he took it. A pretty shut and closed case if you ask me."

"No!" Chloe surprised herself with her tone.

"Lucifer may have had feelings, yes. But did it ever interrupt our work? No. As you said if he wanted to hurt Marcus he would have used Marcus being the Sinnerman against him." Chloe told the Detective.

"Well did you ever consider that was why Charlotte knew about Marcus being the Sinnerman?"

"No."

"Did Lucifer have anyone he trusts with this information?"

"Maybe the therapist he sees weekly."

The Detective wrote some things down.

"I am going to to need a list of friends and family of Lucifer's including exes. Not lovers." He passed her a blank sheet of paper. She started to write.

—

Amenadiel Canaan

Mazikeen Smith

Linda Martin

Candy Morningstar

—

As She was writing he continued to ask her questions. "How did you know Pierce was the 'Sinnerman'?"

"Another Detective Espinoza had told me he Charlotte was investigating him because of the fact, and I had my LAPD consultant with a confession and later Marcus had the police force meeting and he got emotional. He doesn't get emotional."

"What if he did care?"

"I don't know then. I assumed he didn't as he didn't even get emotional over his brother dying. He claimed his brother was killed by the Sinnerman. Which is true."

"So you are implying that he killed his brother, and created a persona to blame it on?" The Detective seemed curious about it.

"I suppose it was his way of coping with murdering his brother."

Chloe folded the paper with the names and slid the paper back.

"This it?"

"Yes."

"What about coworkers? Like Detective Espinoza?"

"They were friends, but I don't think he trusted them. These are the people close to him that I know he would share secrets with. Besides Charlotte Richards."

He looked at the paper and scanned it carefully.

"Candy Morningstar, So no divorce?"

"I don't know that was just the last name she went by when I knew her."

The Detective didn't pry. He sighed.

"I already have the file on Charlotte. And all of the evidence pointed to one suspect. You had found the murder weapon in his house and DNA at the crime scene. So why question it?"

"Previously like I had said Dan came in with Pierce's investigation, and the evidence only appeared on the fourth sweep of the crime scene and finding the murder weapon was too was to easy."

"It says here you talked to the driver, about it and told you the rest. Detective, I do think the Lieutenant was the Sinnerman. And I do believe your story, but until we figure out Pierce's motivation or Lucifer's contribution to the case, I can't drop my investigation. You and your team are in the clear, except Lucifer."

The Detective looked at her in the eyes.

"You have to bring him in for me or else him running away puts him at manslaughter. Voluntary or not I don't know unless you bring him in. We're done here."

Chloe stood up and removed her self from the interragation room. As her hand was on the handle, the Detective asked her a question.

"This is off the record, but I have a question. How did a room full of fully armed men end up wounded. Most don't know what happened claimed they remember being there but not what happened to them. All of them are down, and you were unconscious. How did Lucifer accomplish that?"

Without looking at him she opened the door. "I don't know."

And she left the room.

Chloe couldn't stop thinking about what had happened earlier. She tried to act as if everything was fine, but everything felt chaotic.

She had to find Lucifer. She didn't know where to start looking. She thought about asking Amenadial, but then she remembered Lucifer had told he was gone.

Chloe forced her to think of something different by looking at the time. 9:14 p.m. She hadn't realized that most of the force was gone. She heard footsteps growing louder.

Arthur Barnes was walking up to her. She looked down at his leather shoes. "Late night investigating?"

Chloe looked back up hat him, and focused in his face.

"No, just finishing up some paper work. I lost track of time." She told him.

"You okay? I know I berated you a bit back there." He seemed to be genuinely concerned.

"I'm fine. Just a lot is going on right now." Chloe put her hand that she was resting on down. She unknowingly started messing with her fingers.

"I understand." He started walking away. He halted. He was a good five feet and he said something that she heard as clear as day.

"More than you know..."

He continued walking. His shoes making small clacking noises as they moved against the hard floor.

Once 30 or so minutes had passed, Chloe had finished the paperwork, and the only light on were the few members left. There were about five or so members in the office most of the lights were out except the manual ones that stayed on all night. Chloe turned off her desk light off and started walking to her car.

Once she reached the parking garage, her phone started to ring. She let it buzz a few times, and then she looked at her phone, unknown number. She answered.

"Hello?" Asked a voice. It was masculine. Chloe didn't answer.

"M-" He was interrupted by could hear something shift, as if the phone was moving. "I know it's you, Chloe Decker. It took me a while to find this number. You have very little friends, don't you?" The man's voice was robotic, and it sounded as if she were listening to a recording of a recording. It sounded static.

"Though, You made it easier for me. After all... the only person that can make the devil bleed isn't exactly... unnoticed."

"Who is this?" Chloe was fearful, but she forced herself to sound secure. The shuffling came again, the static was louder.

"Well, I know you. And... you've met me before. Though, perhaps childhood memories get forgotten."

"Who are you?" Chloe sounded more sure than she felt.

"As I said, you know me. I know you because..." He paused. It seemed to be an hour when he finished.

"It's hard to forget a miracle when it happens before your eyes."

The call ended the second he spoke his last word.

Chloe breathed a deep breath. What did this man know? Why should more be put on her plate? Why-? Thoughts of reason flooded her head.

You're crazy.

The Devil doesn't exist.

You're paranoid.

Maybe everything is in your head.

Can you hear that? It's your head talking to itself.

Who are you, if you can't understand yourself.

Your brain finally giving in to what is being told.

You are insane. You are the only one who knows.

Maybe this is just a long terrible dream.

Does the Devil really exist? Or are you believing an "Egotistical Narcissist" now?

What proof is proof if only you can see it?

Hear it?

You are a child with a wild imagination.

A child.

The child.

Trixie...

"Trixie!" Chloe rushed to her car. She had to get home, and check on her, make sure she was okay. He babysitter was watching her till she returned. She found her car and started it up. The car ride back to her home was stressful. All she could think about was if This man knew about her, or if someone "special" wanted to hurt her. Chloe was so confused. She realized Lucifer would have the answers to her problem. She needed to find him, and she needed answers.

But he's the Devil.

A monster.

Torturer.

Liar.

"NO!" Chloe shouted this to herself in her car. She glanced quickly around and saw no one was there. She felt crazy. The Devil, demons, angels, and immortal men. It was all true, and now she has to deal with a man who has apparently known her since childhood? Everything seemed to be falling apart, but all she knew is that she had to speak with Lucifer, or Maze. Someone who she could trust.

Can you trust them?

I may not be able to trust them, but I know they have answers.

Can you really say that you believe that?

Chloe realized she was home. She parked her car quickly, and opened the door. She opened it slowly. When she entered the room, what she saw answered all of her questions.

Lucifer was holding Trixie on the couch, he was staring at the TV. He had a remote in his hand, probably turned of the electronic. Trixie seemed fast asleep, and she seemed comfortable. When she took one step in, her foot stepped on the floor and made a small noise.

Lucifer stopped staring at the blank TV. He turned and looked at her.

"Detective. I was wondering when you would get home." Lucifer slowly moved the child from his arms and put her on the couch gently. "I came back here to see you, but it was just the child and the babysitter. I told her I was a friend of yours and the little minx ran up to me. The babysitter went home after that."

He continued talking, and it was probably the only thing keeping Chloe from doing anything rash.

"The child wanted to watch the television. I am mighty impressed with the things children are allowed to watch. You should really pay attention to what she sees." Lucifer smiled as if he was trying to lighten the mood, and it helped a bit.

"Detective, I suppose I should leave now. Your home, and the child seems to no longer want to cling to me like wet clothing anymore."

Chloe couldn't bring herself to say anything. She was scared she say something wrong. She looked at Lucifer in the eyes, and she saw hurt.

"I should get going, Detective. Nights still young, Lux won't take care of itself. And I am dying for a drink." Lucifer started to move towards the door.

But she stopped him.

Sometimes what you want, is greater than what you fear.

Well, 'sorry' to end that on a cliffhanger.

I have decided that my next update will most likely in two to three weeks. I did write most of this early, and I mean early in the morning. So it may seem a little wacky, but it made sense in my head.

If any of you can answer my question at the top please, PM me, about it, not blow up the reviews with answers.

I also have decided that this most likely won't have more that 10 chapters. It may have more depending, solely, on readers.

Review, tell me what you want, anything term wise that I got wrong, just constructive criticism only please.

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