So I promised I would update faster, and last chapter was short, I get that, so this one is longer. The update wasn't as fast as I hoped it would be, I am still adjusting to my new school. Its a bit big compared to my last one.

Who's looking forward to school, and work starting? Woot... Woot...

Onwards!

Chapter 4: Secrets of an Angel

Chloe let Lucifer leave her home with no words.

Lucifer stumbled into LUX. He was relieved and confused at the same time. He had to let them out, he had put on a brave face with the Detective. They were hurting him, even though they were healing they were healing slowly. He let out his majestic wings with one large grunt. Most of the bleeding stopped a long time ago, but they were still sore.

His wings fell to the ground, hanging loosely from his body. There was still dry blood staining the pure color of them, he grabbed a drink from behind the bar, and poured himself a large glass. The Detective wasn't scared, she even touched his face.

She touched him.

His face, that struck fear into every single human with warm blood. Every person who believed in the afterlife, or death in general. Everyone would run away, but she stayed. She didn't run from him. Lucifer was baffled with the with what the Detective left in front of him. She was truly good. Humans whom he thought he could understand better than anyone, their desires wants, but they still continued to amaze him. Linda, Ella, Chloe, and even Detective Douche. Linda accepted him, Ella attracted the Angel of Death herself, Chloe the Miracle who still despite what he had done or did still accepted him, and Daniel the first human he saw resist the Blade of Death.

Humans confused him, despite being simple creatures his Father filled them with such complexity. Why did they have to be so... so... perplexing.

"What the hell did you do?!" Maze asked him as she walked to the bar. "I have never seen those wings so bloodied since..."

"Since I first cut them off?" Lucifer finished. He held up his drink, and felt the liquid pour down his throat. He turned to the Demon, "I was trying to protect the Detective from Pierce, and got caught in the crossfire."

"Lucifer, what did you do, there are more than a hundred bullets poking holes in those wings right now." Maze demanded. She held up her hand in emphasis.

"I might of protected the Detective from a few hundred bullets." Lucifer answered as he set down his glass.

"Lucifer! You are not bulletproof with her, why would you?" Maze crossed her arms.

"Because, Maze! I..." Lucifer faltered. He was raised his glass to drink again, but something stopped him. He set the drink down, and studied the alcoholic beverage. "I don't know what I'd do if I lost her. And Pierce was more than will to." He set the glass of alcohol, and started walking away from the bar.

"Does she know?" Maze asked quietly.

"About what?" Lucifer turned around, instead of taking a step onto the Italian marble.

"Does she know about us?" Maze said louder.

"..." Lucifer stayed quiet. He sighed. "Yes."

"That's two people, Lucifer! Two people that I care about, and you tell them about us without telling me." Maze seemed infuriated by his actions.

"I apologize, and can I show you why." Lucifer started to walk towards her slowly, his leather shoes lightly tapping the ground. As he slowly, started walking to her, his face started burning and morphing into the face he received as punishment. His eyes turned into a fiery crimson. His hair, burning up from the transformation. His whole body turning into a walking burnt corpse, covered in deep red scars. He stopped short about 3 yards from her.

Maze stared, her mouth opened slightly in surprised. She unfolded her arms, and they fell to her sides. "How...?"

"It's because I deserve it. I killed a man." He bluntly stated.

"That shouldn't happen though. You shouldn't feel guilty for that, you killed Cain the first murderer, and probably hundreds more. Why do you feel guilty you saved the Detectives's life?" Maze asked him her anger subsided.

"Here's the problem Maze. I don't feel guilty, I don't feel anything towards Pierce's death. No anger, no guilt, and definitely no sorrow for that man. But yet I still have this face." Lucifer told her nonchalantly.

"Then why...?"

"I don't know Maze. I felt guilty towards Uriel's death, and I couldn't feel any less for Pierce, but apparently I do. Or at least I am supernaturally screwed by someone up on high." He turned his back on her. "I need a change in clothes, and maybe some sleep."

X

Lucifer strolled into the bathroom, and undressed himself. He felt the clothes fall off of him. Lucifer looked at himself in the reflective glass, and willed his face to return. All of the scars returned, the burnt face. His eyes as crimson, as a blazing fire. A Devil.

He thought about everything people had told him through the centuries. All of them were close to monster, demon, or evil. Could he be a good man?

But what good man, looks... broken?

He turned his face back human. He thought about his face, before he was cast out of Heaven. He remembered being handsome, the very definition of beautiful. The brightest of all Gods angels. Angel turned Devil. Lucifer remembered the day his father cast him out, the pain he felt. His father had put humans before his own children, and Lucifer had confronted him about it, and his father was angry for being Jealous.

Despite how much he hated his father, all he had wanted was his father's attention. To be thrown out for wanted to be seen by his Father, Lucifer hated him for that. Lucifer had an epiphany. He deserved it, he was the first Angel to feel anger, jealousy, or even hate towards humans. Angels were perfect, he wasn't.

Lucifer started thinking, everything that doesn't love or worship his father, gets sent to Hell. Tossed in the the Trash because they don't work. Lucifer thought, Is that why he tossed me out, because I don't work?

Lucifer gazed upon the mirror, and started to laugh. It was stupid to think about it. He hated his father.

He chuckled. He was tired.

"What is this place?"

"It's the place I used to work. The LAPD, a place where humans punish criminals." John Decker explained as he searched Chloe's desk. He picked up a turned over photograph, and looked at it. In the photo, he saw a small Girl, he figured as Chloe's daughter, and he saw Chloe. He smiled at the picture, and he held up a hand to touch the picture.

"That's ludicrous. Hell does that just fine." Michael stated.

John set the photo down on it's face. "But humans don't know about Hell, so they-"

"Strive to closer to true justice that my father created. Humans are such ridiculous creatures, trying to be greater, to be perfect, when all they do is mess up. How my father ever saw these creatures worth his time is beyond me." Michael laughed, he slapped a hand down on his pants.

"But yet my daughter scares you?" John asked the angel from high heaven.

"Yes, she is the miracle, that can harm the Devil, just what we need to lock him in Hell for a millennia, fulfilling Revelations. She is the key to his lock. Take the Key away, he will be locked away forever." Michael admitted. "Amenadiel is against this plan so is Azrael. But my brothers agreed to keep them... away for this to work. Lucifer put forth in motion Revelations when he left Hell. Though Revelations say he escapes after a thousand years, due to the Key. No more Key..."

"No more Devil."

"For the rest of eternity, stuck in the prison that he once ruled. The irony. I cannot wait. This is where the Key works, as you put it?" Michael asked the human.

"Look I don't want you to hurt her, she's my daughter, but I don't want to go back to Hell."

"So you will help me on my righteous quest, yes?"

"Look, do what yo must, but don't hurt my daughter, and leave my-" The word sounded thrilling to say. "My granddaughter stays out of this."

"Do you think me so cruel to hurt a child?" Michael asked with genuine hurt. "I would never. Angels cannot hurt any human who doesn't truly know good and bad. Innocent creatures are the one thing we are forbidden to hurt including humans. Humans who purposefully sin, are those to be punished. Most humans loose their innocence once they are older than a decade. Then we can hurt them, but t even then."

Michael seemed infuriated that this human would think of him as cruel, a servant of the Lord? He didn't want to hurt humans, but the Key was no human. A creation designed to hurt his family. Even if it was his treacherous brother. Keeping him locked in Hell would be better, than see him get hurt or killed by a "Miracle."

"So you won't hurt them?"

"I will not hurt your family, I just need to remove the human's Miracle side, by killing her, and then taking it back to Heaven with me, and Chloe will be human again." I will not hurt her. I will simply stop her heart, and destroy the Miracle so I can lock my brother away, without him ever escaping again. No harm done to any human." Michael explained.

"You promise?"

"An angel's word is sacred." Michael assured the human. I cannot tell this man that her entire soul, mind, and body must be destroyed. The Key must be destroyed, by my righteous hand.

The Angel smiled at the man warmly. This man is a nuisance, I can finally rid him once this is all over. He can go back to his Hell once this is over.

The angel looked around in the precinct. Humans are strange creatures. How is father put them above angels puzzled Michael. But is that's what his father wishes then that was what what would happen. Michael's brother Gabriel had always been God's Messenger, although Gabe always sugar coated everything to the humans, and Michael was tired of it. It was time Michael took things into his own hands, and finally be rid of the thing claiming to be Lucifer. He hated his brother for being the favorite and then throwing it away.

Michael watched over the human as he shuffled through some papers. There were odd symbols all over it. "What are those small characters on that piece of parchment?"

"It's not parchment it's paper, and its called English. Did you ever learn how to read?"

Michael was offended. of course he knew how to read! "I can read. I can read Latin, Hebrew, and Samaritan. What is this, English?"

John Decker cackled. "So the high and mighty angel can't read English."

"I haven't been down to Earth in a while... apparently." Michael muttered.

"Well, I guess that's true, the toga isn't really cutting it."

"It's not a toga it's a kethoneth." Michael explained.

"Alright."

John went back to the desk. He turned on the computer, and typed in the password. "They must have changed it. I'll need to access their information room."

"Where is it?"

"I believe it's in the basement, but that may have changed. Obviously."

"Lead the way."

John ed Michael down some stairs, and into a dark hall Michael's wings provided just enough light for John to see where he was going. He found he information room, but their was a keypad on the door preventing him from entering. "Dammit."

"What is wrong?"

"I can't get through the door cause it's locked." John stated.

"Move aside." Michael placed his hand on the door, and whispered something. He typed in the password, and the door opened.

"How did you do that?" John asked in awe.

"I can see the past of humans, and I saw the many officers enter the pass code."

John made a questioning face. "Okay."

Michael and John entered a dark room. John flicked on the one or two light bulbs on the ceiling. "By the looks of it they haven't updated some of these files." John started walking down the aisles of files filled to the brim with paper, and information.

"So what are we looking for?" Michael questioned as they walked down a row of files, and cabinets.

"The force's personal files." John was scanning the force's cabinets for the information he needed. "If I can find my daughter's I can find out where she lives, health problems, or anything else I need to concern myself with." John explained to the holy creature. John started looking into a black cabinet.

"Decker, Decker, Decker. Ah!" John pulled out a file case, a tad large. These are all the cases she's solved in her career." John said pleased with himself.

"And How does this help us?" Michael asked the human.

"Her personal file is in here to. Everything the police have on her is here." John told Michael, as he scanned the file. John looked through the file for a long while.

"Aha!"

"What?"

"I know where she lives." John Decker finally stated.

"Where?"

"Are you sure this is the place?"

"Yes." John Decker answered with slight annoyance. He was about to knock on the door, as he realized what time it was. He glanced a his watch and it stated 01:43. "She and her daughter are most likely asleep."

"Then we will have to be quiet." Michael answered. Michael pushed John away from the entrance, placed his hand on the knob. He whispered something not audible to human ears, and opened the door. The door slid open soundlessly, and Michael put a graceful foot in.

"Is this what a human home looks like these days?" Michael inquired, as the last time he had been here was a millennia ago.

"Yes." John breathed. He stepped into the home, and shut the door. The door shut with a quiet thump, but it shook the room slightly.

"Silence, you imbecile." Michael hissed. He continued walking into the home. "I will look for the Key. You will make sure the Child does not wake."

Michael left the human in the opening area alone. John sighed. He never wanted to do this to Chloe, though he feared Hell more than anything. It was the same Nightmare over and over. He was torn between his daughter and his fears. John wondered round the area for a while, though his curiosity won. He opened the entrance to the child's room, and gazed upon Trixie sleeping. She was a small angel, he knew that if he did this there was a possibility that Trixie may never have a Mother again. Even though Michael had assured them that Chloe would not be killed, forever.

But he didn't trust Michael's words. He had a gut feeling that Michael was hiding something from him. He left the room, burdened by guilt and decided to find Michael. JOhn found Michael halted at a mirror in the bathroom.

"What is this called?" Michael seemed fascinated by the glass. "Is this what I look like?"

"Yes, and that is called a Mirror."

"Fascinating. Father never let's us look upon ourselves. I believe Lucifer was the cause of it." Michael touched his face in different ways. I feel strangely dissatisfied, do you know why?"

"No." John said bluntly. John opened one of the doors near the bathroom, leaving Michael. He found himself in a bedroom. It was dark, and John couldn't see much. He walked up to the bed, and looked upon Chloe sleeping peacefully. "Monkey..."

John wanted to touch his daughter's face, hold her again. She had grown to be a find woman, with a beautiful daughter. He was so proud. He wanted to wake her and tell her to run away. He couldn't do this. No "Heaven" was worth harming his daughter, or his granddaughter. John realized how much Chloe meant to him. Before he was riddled with fear and guilt. Now he knew he couldn't do this to her.

But how would he get Michael away from her?

John left the room, but left the door open not to make Michael suspicious.

"Is the key in there?" Michael asked the human.

"No, she must be staying somewhere else." John lied.

"Seems that way." Michael finally tore his eyes away from the mirror. "It seems we will have to find her a different day."

Michael walked out of the bathroom and strolled away from the Master bedroom. Michael was at the door, and about to leave, with John following quietly behind, but a small voice stopped them.

"Who are you?"

John halted. He turned around slowly, and saw Beatrice rubbing her eyes.

"Hey, Trixie." John mustered nervously.

Michael turned around, and placed a stern hand on John's shoulder. He whispered very quietly careful not to let Trixie hear. "Now what Mother leaves their child alone at home, during the night? Hmmm?"

"You shouldn't be here unless Mommy invited you, and if she did she would have told me."

"Little one." Michael stepped forward, and leaned down to be at the child's height. "I am your family's guardian angel, and I have been watching over your family. Now where is your mother?"

"Mommy told me not to talk to strangers." Trixie told him, only slightly backing away.

"I can prove it." Michael soothed.

"Prove it." Trixie said with a smile. John wished that Trixie wasn't so trusting, but that was what made her innocent.

Michael stood at his full height, and let his golden wings out. They stretched across the room knocking a cup over on the coffee table. It fell with a clang on the floor.

"Cool!" Trixie seemed infatuated with the bright wings. "Can I touch them?"

"Yes, little one."

Trixie stroked the feathers on the heavenly creature before her. John stayed quiet, hoping that Chloe would stay in her room asleep.

Michael seemed to enjoy having the small child stroke his wings. "Now, little one you must be getting to bed, as it is late."

"Aww, but I get to see your wings."

"Sleep." Michael put a hand to the small human's head and put her to sleep. He caught her before she fell to the ground. Michael put his glorious wings away, and the room darkened. Michael turn to John, and told him, "I will put this one to bed, and then we will find the key."

"Freeze! LAPD!"A blinding light came from the direction of the voice.

That's the end. Hope you enjoyed, I enjoyed writing that.