Lucifer and Chloe had spent all day trying to find the Blade. They had checked every spot Lucifer had suggested, including Lux, the penthouse, his private warehouse, the homes of everyone who owed him a favor, the homes of everyone he had slept with, etc.

Chloe was tired and bored out of her mind. She didn't really know what was so special about this "Blade", and she didn't really care, but Ella had declared that it was the murder weapon, so she had to find it.

"Lucifer, what exactly is this Blade and why is it so special to you. And why does Ella know about it, but not me?"

"Well, Detective, the Blade is a...family heirloom that I prize very dearly. You might even say it's...magical, in a way. And the only reason Ella knew about it was because she helped me...clean it for proper storage or whatnot."

"Ella knows how to do that?"

"Yes, you should really ask her some other time that isn't now, Detective. Because right now, we need to keep looking."

Lucifer was an odd bird, that much was true. But he was acting very weird today, and Chloe reminded herself to look into the matter as soon as she returned to the precinct.

Just then, she felt her phone ring. It was Lieutenant What's-His-Name, probably looking for an update.

"What's the issue, Lieutenant?"

"Just calling to confirm a location on the murder weapon."

"Presently, there isn't one."

"Are you sure, Detective? FE Lopez said you'd sent her a location already."

"Ella? I didn't say anything to her. Where is she?"

"I thought you might know?"

Chloe shut off her phone in disgust. First, Lucifer, then Betty, and now Ella. What was wrong with everyone today?

Suddenly, a beat cop flagged her and Lucifer down. "Detective, we've got another murder near the docks. In broad daylight!"

Without waiting for her partner, Chloe jumped out of his car and ran down the pier, to where the body lay. She recognized the victim as Ricardo Sanchez, a carjacker wanted for assault and theft, but who had managed to evade capture for weeks.

The cop came up from behind her. "Witnesses told me he was just standing there when this guy in black walks up and stabs him in the gut. Before anyone could react, he just vanished."

"Was there a struggle?"

"If so, then it was a short fight."

Chloe took a quick look at the body. Nothing seemed out of place aside from the same wound pattern and look of contentment similar to the first victim. But then her eye caught something.

Next to the body, inside one of Ricardo's beefy hands, there was something glittering. Chloe carefully extracted it with her tweezers.

It was an ID badge. But not just any badge. An LAPD badge. And the name on it was very, very familiar:

"ELLA LOPEZ, FORENSICS".

Chloe ran back to Lucifer and jumped back in.

"What's the matter, Detective?"

Chloe picked up her phone and called the Lieutenant.

"I need an APB on Ella Lopez in connection with the murders of Douglas Birchman and Ricardo Sanchez."

"What are you talking about, Detective?"

"I don't know how, I don't know why, but Ella has something to do with this. I just found her ID in the hand of the second victim. And you told me she vanished earlier today based on a lie."

"Understood, Detective. We'll find her."

Unbeknownst to both Chloe and Lucifer, a stranger they both knew was watching them from a nearby rooftop. She was hidden underneath several layers of black fabric, but she still heard every word. The jig was up. It was time to step out of the shadows.

And yet she still couldn't bring herself to hurt them. They were her friends, her colleagues. But then she remembered all the trials and tribulations she'd suffered. How long she'd waited for the chance to do what even the great Uriel could not: destroy the Goddess.

Nothing else mattered. Not her human identity. Not the things she'd achieved. Not her friends.

If they persisted in interfering with her purpose, then she would kill them.