Back in the lab, the team reconvened after a stressful morning.
"Well, aside from the religious nut-" Chloe paused after noticing Ella grasp her crucifix necklace. "We should probably start establishing our suspect list. Ella?"
"Hmm? Oh, yeah. Based on our witness statement, I say our suspect is likely male and short."
"I mean what does the forensic evidence say? Is there a problem I should know about, Ella?"
"No, no problem, Decker! It's probably just the energy shot. Give me a few." She took a deep breath.
"Alright. So far, I have nothing to go on. No fingerprints, no trace DNA, no pictures, nothing I can use to establish who this guy is."
"Is there anything you can tell us?"
"Well, I was able to get a match on the blade used to commit the murder from the wound pattern. It's deep, but the cut isn't that big. And the only blade I know of that can inflict such precision is...the Blade."
Lucifer, who had been listening in, replied: "The Blade is currently stored somewhere where no mortal, much less a bloody angel, can find it..."
Just then, his phone ran. After taking it, his face fell. "That was Amenadiel. My dear brother just informed me he's lost track of it. Again."
Having heard all this, Chloe's eyes shot daggers at her partner. "So you have something to do with this, Lucifer?"
"Detective, you need not worry. The Blade is harmless in untrained hands. We just need to find it."
Ella chimed in. "What about the Angel of Death Betty mentioned?"
"She clearly needs help. There's no such thing as an Angel of Death. Now lead the way, Lucifer."
As they left the room, neither noticed Ella's eyes start to glow a fiery red. I can't let them know. Not yet. Not before I find her.
As they drove through the city, thoughts began to run through Lucifer's mind.
Just recently, his mother, in the guise of Charlotte Richards, had begun to establish herself as a presence in both his and Amenadiel's lives. And while he didn't always appreciate her butting into all of his life choices, he did want to try to repair the relationship between them. But now the Blade was loose.
The Blade in question belonged to Azrael, Lucifer's sister and the literal Angel of Death. It was so lethal that Uriel, his late brother, had stolen it for the express purpose of killing Charlotte, who he despised. Lucifer had been forced to kill him with it to save Chloe, but in truth, he had also done it to save his mother. No matter how much he wanted to deny it, he was still her son, and sons had a biological instinct to protect their parents. Thanks, Dad.
But now it was in the wind, and worse, some poser in a hoodie had gotten hold of its power, driving him to endless bloodlust. Lucifer had seen its power firsthand. Not too long ago, Chloe's ex Dan had tried to slay him when he took hold of the Blade.
They needed to find it. And then he had to make sure that no one ever found it again.
Back at the station, Lieutenant What's-His-Name popped into Ella's office to ask her a question about a different case. But she wasn't there.
He turned to the closest officer. "Where's FE Lopez?"
The officer chortled. "First, I don't think anyone calls her that but you, sir. Second, I think she said something about stepping out for a bit. Detective Decker called in a tip about a possible location on the murder weapon, and she went to go check it out."
"Should we send assistance?"
"Nah. Ella's the best we have. She can handle it."