So that was decently fun to right the previous chapter. I apologize for slow updates, but I said in the first chapter I wanted to take this slow so ideas would come to my head more smoothly.

I been getting involved with too many things, right now and this story is pretty low on my totem pole of importance. Sorry.

Also this chapter has some darker themes so be warned.

Now that we are done with apologies onward!

Chapter 5: Come high Heaven or Hell

Lucifer was in a dark hall with jagged walls. It was hot, and white ash was around him. He was in a ripped white button up shirt. He pants were charred, and all he saw were the dark halls dimly lit by the Hellfire.

He was in Hell. How did he get here? He wandered around the Labyrinth.

He could the screams of people trying to escape their prisons of eternity. He could see demons going door to door torturing them. They were creations of Hell to help Lucifer maintain all of the dead. Demons were his servants, that obeyed him without words. The Demons were scared of him, and that fear was what made them do as he commanded.

He could see the torches along the dark halls, it felt as if he were wandering forever. Never reaching a destination. Something bright caught his attention, a golden hair. It fell in his hand. He looked up and saw the Detective.

"What are you doing down here? You don't belong here." Lucifer asked.

She didn't speak, she only turned and ran from him. He could her her clear laugh echo through the darkness.

"No! Wait!" Lucifer sprinted after her. He followed her through Hell. He chased her following her, never loosing sight of her. She stopped in a dark hall with no prison cells. It was a dark cavern with only fire lighting it. She turned back at him and smiled. She started to turn to ash. The wind blew the ash away.

"Detective!" But the time he reached her she had turned to white ash and disappeared. He could feel the ash tickle his fingertips. A dark hall whispered to him and tempted him to enter. Lucifer started to walk down the empty corridor. Small fear gripped his heart, it felt as if there an iron hand gripped his heart and never let go.

Lucifer finally stumbled on two large gates, and there were chains dangling from the sides, burned and tormented faces decorating the jagged doors. Lucifer pressed a hand to the door, and they slowly opened. Not a sound escaped, and small curls of shadow escaped from the doors.

The center of Hell, the throne room. He shoved the doors open, and he saw his throne. The throne was tall, almost three stories tall. The Dark chair was decorated in red velvet. The rims of the throne was encrusted in dark silver, and the chair was decorated in Ruby, Emerald, Sapphires, and Onyx. There were animal pelts comforting the throne. The pillars that led to it were white and black marble accented with gold. The walls decorated in paintings of tormented souls. There was a deep blood red carpet leading to the intimidating throne. The Hellfire burned along the walls. There was white ash falling from the ceiling of the hall. There was no one on the throne. Empty and as he walked to the throne, he could see darkness seeping from the Throne, and starting to engulf him. He turned back to the Doors of the Throne, and he saw the Detective.

"Detective!" He called out, he tried to turn and go to her, though Hell would not let him. The shadows curled around him, distancing him from her. "No!"

He saw the Detective turn away from him. Lucifer could see her walking away from him. He could see her slip away from him, and he saw the last of her golden hair slip behind the doors, and the doors slammed shut.

Lucifer turned back to the Throne, and he could see himself sitting upon it, charred and smiling. Lucifer could see chains slipping onto he legs and arms dragging him towards the chair he since loathed.

He let out his angels wings in attempt to fly away, but they started burning. He could the heat of Hell burning the Holy wings. Lucifer yelled out in pain. Hell was locking him away, he would rule Hell in chains forced to be trapped in the Kingdom he once ruled.

Everything was dragging him towards the Fate he was cursed with since the beginning of time. He would locked in hell for Millennia, Lucifer could feel himself reaching for something. A weapon, a person, and Key anything that could let him out, but nothing came.

No Key came to unlock him, it abandoned him. Cages and Chains wrapped around him as if he were doused in ice cold water. With each second of being abandoned the tightly the embrace was.

He was alone once more.

"NOOOO!"

Lucifer woke with a start. His eyes were awake and alert, cold tears had escaped from his eyes. He could feel cold sweat up and down his entire torso. He noticed his hand was reached out as if grabbing something. Lucifer noticed this and placed it down slowly on the velvety bed. Something fiery and cold burned in his gut, something was wrong, but what? It felt as if he stomach twisted and churned. A sudden wave of hatred flooded him, he hadn't felt this since Michael slammed the Gates of Heaven on him so long ago. He tried standing, but this time instead of his stomach twisting he felt his heart contract. It was painful, it felt as if someone had taken their hand and tried squeezing the blood out of it.

Lucifer gasped from the feeling. What was this? What was happening to him? Lucifer looked around to see if Maze was playing a cruel joke on him or something. No one was in the apartment, but the Devil. He suddenly realized how alone he was. He glanced at the clock on the Assyrian wall. It was 02:03 a.m.

It was a nightmare. He looked down at his hands they were shaking and trembling. He hadn't trembled this bad since he spent his first night in Hell.

He tried to stand his bed, but he was hit with a massive headache, and felt as if he might pass out. He grasped his head and rubbed his temples.

Lucifer glanced at his phone on the bedside. It had lit up with a text from the Detective. He started to read.

"Lucifer please come over, there is someone here."

Lucifer stared at the phone. He grabbed some pants, from the floor and ran to the balcony. He didn't care if he was tired, he didn't care if he wasn't fashionable, he just had to get to her. Was that was he was feeling? He slipped on the pants as he ran. He let out his wings, and jumped into the sky with few stars lighting it.

"Freeze! LAPD!" A blinding light shown on Michael and John.

John Decker didn't want to turn around, but he wanted to turn around desperately. He wanted to see his daughter after all this time, but he new that if he did he'd feel guilty.

"Who are you?" Chloe demanded. She held up her gun, and aimed it at the man. The two men, were at the front of the door. One of the men wasn't facing her, and the other was surprised. The one that was looking at her was taller than the other, he seemed relieved when he saw her.

The man facing her spoke. "The Key..."

"The what?" Chloe flashed the light on the Man that spoke.

The man started to walk towards her. He had a smug face, and he was stupid for showing it to her.

"Don't Move." Chloe stated sounded more confident than she felt. "Trixie, baby come here."

"No." The the one facing her told her. The tall one placed a hand on Trixie's shoulder.

"It's okay mommy, he's our guardian angel. He showed me his wings and everything." Trixe explained as she looked up at the angel. She let out bright smile at Michael.

"Step away from him Trixie. He's a stranger see?" Chloe told, her voice only wavering a little.

"Oh, I am not a stranger. I have watched over you for some time Chloe Decker. I have come to save you from a dangerous man. My name is Michael." He held out a hand. His hand stayed there for a few seconds, but he finally removed it, but his smile ever faded from his perfect face.

"What do you want?" Chloe asked, though it was more of a demand.

"As I stated before I want nothing more than to help you." Michael said, he sounded like an Ad from a crappy commercial. "But my associate and I need you to come with us. And to make sure you do, I will not return your daughter until you do."

John finally turned around at this he fist had been bleeding from how hard he was pressing his fingernails into his palms. He had been gritting his teeth trying not to say anything, but Michael had taken it too far.

"You said you wouldn't her." John nearly screamed at the Angel.

"And I'm not. I would never hurt an innocent creature. I am forbidden to." Michael finally stated. "But I believe it is my cue to leave."

Michael let his golden wings out, and objects around them crashed to the ground from the sudden force. Michael wrapped his massive wings around the child.

"Mommy!" Trixie screamed as she held out a small hand in attempt to reach the woman.

Michael started to fly, and he crashed out of the door, leaving John with his daughter.

Chloe stood motionless, she turned her anger on the other silhouette. But she finally got a goo look on the man standing there.

The man faced her, and looked at her. He looked at her blue eyes and golden hair.

Chloe looked at the man, his hair was short, and he had a square face. His eyes seemed very aged to to stress. But the realization hit her.

"Dad?"

"Hi, Monkey."

Lucifer flew to Chloe's home. He could feel the wind snapping at his hair. His wings pressed hard against the wind. Despite his wings not yet being fully healed, he still pressed on. He was close enough, to her house. He heard a sharp scream.

"Mommy!" It was Beatrice. He could hear her cry of help, and he rushed. He landed at the door and barged in. He sheathed his wings to grant easier access to inside the house. The door fell to the ground with a loud crash. All he saw was Chloe and a man standing next to her.

Lucifer didn't know who this man was, he grabbed the man by his collar and slammed him into the ground with such force a few pictures fell of the walls. He held him there with his forearm. John gasped from the forced and struggle against Lucifer's grip. Lucifer eyes shone with anger, they flashed red for only John to see.

"Lucifer!"

"Stay back, Detective!" Lucifer shouted over his shoulder. He turned his head back to the struggling, weak man underneath him. Rage dripped fro his voice, "Who are you?"

The man struggled, "I'm trying to...hrrggh."

"Speak before I snap the chords in your neck." Lucifer threatened.

"Lucifer, stop! That's my father!" Chloe shouted at Lucifer, as she ran to the man in his steely hands.

Lucifer Let go immediately as if the man had burned him.

"As I was saying..." Started John, rubbing his neck as he stood up. "I want to help you."

Chloe helped him off of the ground. "How is this possible?"

"I was chosen by Michael-"

He was interrupted by a sharp feather at his neck. "That's all I need to hear, Detective. This man may be your father, but if he is involved with Michael he has no good intentions."

"I was chosen by Michael to find Chloe." John said again. His hands were raised in surrender, "But I swear to you I didn't want to do it. Michael tempted and threatened me to help him. I had no choice."

"You did have a choice," Lucifer almost growled. "You are on Earth, even if you were threatened you have the choice not to help my brother, who wants to murder the Detective! What did he offer you? Premium experience of the Silver City, a few more years on Earth, or a chance to indulge on some deep dark sins?"

"Lucifer!" Chloe grabbed his arm in attempt to move it, but the Angel's grip did not waver.

"He offered to let me live and never go back to Hell that I'd get to go the Silver City." John yelled at the celestial creature. He voice turned to a whisper. "He said if I didn't help find Chloe he would send me back. You know what it's like down there don't you?"

Lucifer faltered. "Why were you in Hell in the first place? What atrocity did you commit to get there?"

"I made some deals with thugs in exchange for that I keep them out of Jail, they give me names and places of higher ups." John explained.

"No, you wouldn't go to Hell for that." Lucifer stated. Furiously, "Now what did you do?!"

"I did some things I'm not proud of and it landed me in Hell. We have more pressing matters like my grand-daughter." John answered.

"We will settle this later."Lucifer snarled. He turned away from the man and walked towards the door. He picked it up from the ground and placed it in the door way.

"If your your alive for later." John barely whispered it, hardly audible, "If your even alive for later."

After, a while Lucifer finally settled down. He sat at the counter of Chloe's kitchen far away from her father. Chloe started asking her father questions as he sat on the couch.

"How are you even here?"

"I told you Michael needed my help to find you." John explained. "You may have grown to be an outstanding woman, but you are still My Little Monkey."

"I just can't believe your here." Chloe claimed as she hugged him. Chloe smelt him for a second and he smelt of ash.

"I'm so proud of you." John whispered in her ear. He let go of her ending their embrace.

"I just wish Trixie were here to see you." Chloe sighed. Worry was poorly hidden in her voice.

"We'll find her, Monkey. I know it." John assured her.

Chloe steeled herself and finally she asked, "Do you know where that thing took Trixie?"

"Honestly, I have no idea. But he said something about Revelations."

"What does that mean?" Chloe asked and was answered almost immediately.

Lucifer hears dulled their conversation from that point on. He knew what Michael was planning. He didn't know how or when, but Lucifer knew what Michael's end goal was. Lucifer looked at the Detective, despite he outside demeanor he could tel she was worried. He knew enough to see that. Lucifer watched her talk to her father, there was a sadness and joy in her eyes. Her father unsettled him, giving him a vibe he had not felt in a long while. Perhaps it was the tint of Hell on John that unsettled him. It was if Hell was reminding him where he belonged.

Lucifer felt a small tear escape. A small cry of help. A slight exposure of pain. A tint of sadness. It was cold and unwanted. After, this was all over... would he... would he be wanted anymore? The Detective would have her daughter, her father, and her mother. Her family would be complete again. Where would he be?

Revelations. The End with a prophecy to prove it, saying he would be locked in Hell for a millennia then be allowed out to be destroyed by the man that made him. Creating new Earth, where there would be no Hell or Devil anymore. All tossed in the garbage bin-

"Lucifer?" Chloe had placed a hand on his shoulder. "Are you alright?"

Lucifer turned towards her, hints of his tear were still there. Chloe placed her hand on his cheek, and used her thumb to wipe the liquid away. Lucifer leaned into her hand, despite being calloused from work it was still warm and soft.

"It's nothing, Detective." Lucifer gave her a plastic smile. He placed his hand on hers and removed her hand from his cheek. He stood up tall and straightened his shirt.

"I'll go look for the child. I have an idea or two where she is." He turned away from her his back facing her. He never looked back. He walked outside of the door of her home and raised his wings high. There were remnants of dry blood speckled everywhere on the wings, unable to be hidden.

"Lucifer...?"

"I'll take to the skies, and I'll call you if I find Michael." He launched himself into the air leaving a small white feather behind. She picked it up. It was soft and felt like a cloud on her hand. She turned the feather over. There were small drops of blood on the back.

Worry filled her. It was almost a prayer. "Find her, please."

That's it sorry it took so long, I have been swamped with schoolwork and other things have been filling my plate. I tried to make this chapter interesting, and I promise next chapter there will be action.

Smell you later.