Authors Note: So...this is where is starts to get weird lol, but I figured with Lucifer being an Archangel and all, that he could lock a part of himself away if he needed to. You'll understand when you read it. Thanks for all the reviews and support, you're all awesome!
You have disappointed me Samael, but I give this to you not as a punishment but as a chance to redeem yourself. You are my favourite son. I could think of no other able to take on this task."
Samael fell to his knees in front of his father. He could feel his eyes burning but he would not let his tears fall as he begged brokenly, "Please father, don't do this. Don't make me stay down there for eternity. I'll be better, I promise." He reached for God' hand, but his father pulled away, shaking his head sadly.
"It has to be this way. You'll thank me one day, Samael."
"No! Please...don't, Father!" With an almighty force striking him, the Angel Samael was forced from heaven. A fall that lasted for so long, and as Samael struggled to use his wings to slow his descent he realised his father had taken that option from him too. They refused to move and after what felt like an age, he finally stopped fighting. Resigned to his fate, he closed his eyes and waited for the weightless feeling to end and the solid ground to greet him.
"No! Please..."
"No! Please..."
Chloe moved slowly, cautiously toward the distressed man. She didn't want to risk touching him when he was so obviously distressed, so she settled for calling out to him.
"Lucifer."
"...don't, Father!" he pleaded, his face wet with falling tears.
"Wake up, Lucifer!" She tried again in her most authoritative tone.
The Devil' eyes snapped open and he stared at her, but he wasn't really seeing her. He moved from the bed so quickly and was suddenly standing right in front of her, and Chloe took an involuntary step back at the darkness swirling in those onyx eyes.
"Lucifer? It's me, Chloe." She tried to get him to snap out of it but he stepped closer, invading her personal space with that same predatory look from before. She continued moving back until there was no where left for her to go, her back thumping harshly into the wall and he was right there. He placed his hands on either side of her head and leaned in, and once again Chloe thought he was going to kiss her. Instead he grazed her neck with his nose and inhaled her scent.
"Lucifer!" she snapped, hoping that might get his attention yet he pulled back only a fraction, his face so close to hers that she felt his breath tickle her skin and his eyes seemed to darken further.
"I can smell your fear," he whispered in her ear, and it sent a shiver of fear down her spine. "Silly little mortal. I just want a taste."
Just as he began to trail his tongue over her neck, Chloe shoved him back as hard as she could. He barely moved an inch, his body as unmovable as a brick wall. His smirk was terrifying and Chloe's blood ran cold. This wasn't Lucifer. The man she knew was playful, and a flirt, but this was sinister and dark. Her heart was beating like a jack hammer against her rib cage and she was sure he had to be able to hear it.
"Don't fight me Chloe, this will only hurt a little."
Even the way he said her name made a shiver run down her spine. She closed her hand into a fist and punched him, his head snapping to the side though other than his grin stretching wider it did nothing to deter him. Chloe didn't want to hurt him yet he'd left her no choice. She brought her knee up between his legs, but he anticipated her reaction and blocked her with a firm grip on her thigh.
"Don't do this Lucifer. This isn't you." She was desperate to get him to snap out of what ever had taken hold of him.
"Oh, my dear. This is m-," he was cut-off by a solid hit to the head from Maze.
Chloe's sigh of relief got caught in her lungs, because while she had never been so grateful to see the ninja bar tender. Maze hadn't been quick enough for the Detective not to see the blaze of red in Lucifer's eyes before he lost consciousness.
Maze stared down at her creator with a mixture of nervousness and anger. Lifting her head to gaze at the human she saw the shocked and slightly dazed expression on her face and she knew. Chloe had seen it, proof that Lucifer was who he said he was; the Devil, and there was no going back now.
"Well shit."
Chloe slumped against the wall, her eyes wide at the sudden awareness flooding her mind. It was all true. Everything he'd told her. He wasn't just a deluded man who'd taken on the persona of the Devil, was a notorious playboy and occasional jackass. He really was the king of hell. This was all too much for her and she clutched at her chest, the room spinning wildly around her and she thought she heard Maze say something, though she could barely make out the words. And as the thumping of her heart got louder and a weightless feeling filled her body, Chloe Decker fell to floor with a loud thump.
Mazikeen growled under her breath and glared at the two unconscious bodies at her feet.
"Great. Now I need to carry both of them," she muttered.
Chloe felt something wet dripping on her face and raised her hand to try to swat whatever it was that had awoken her.
"Wakey, wakey Decker."
The Detective' eyes snapped open and she found herself staring up at the amused bar tender. Pushing herself up from the bed she glared at Maze before turning to look at the figure lying next to her. Lucifer was still out cold, and seemed to be trapped in some sort of nightmare, his body twitching and shaking and his breathing hitching every now and again. Remembering what had caused her to faint in the first place, she scrambled from the bed to stand just behind Mazikeen, her gaze wearily eyeing her unconscious partner.
"Here, have a drink." Maze held out the glass of amber liquid and actually smiled when Chloe took it from her.
"Thanks," she mumbled, taking a sip of the expensive scotch. It wasn't her drink of choice, but right now anything that had a kick would do.
The Demon folded her arms over her chest and eyed the Detective suspiciously. "So now you know. Are you going to run away? Hide? Pretend none of this exists?"
Chloe wished that she could, but that wasn't her. She'd already told Lucifer not long after they first met that when she couldn't explain something, she investigated until she had an answer. And as of this moment, she had far too many questions that needed answering. She turned to Maze and after taking a deep, steadying breath to calm her nerves she said, "I need to know more. Tell me what's happening to him."
Surprised, with a hint of respect Maze nodded toward the door and with one last look at Lucifer, she beckoned Chloe to follow her. Grabbing another bottle from behind the bar, because she was sure they were going to need it, the demon refilled Chloe's glass and poured one for herself.
"What you saw in there wasn't Lucifer," She started.
Chloe felt the pleasant burn at the back of her throat and placed her drink back on the counter. "I figured, so who or what was it?" she couldn't help feel a little impressed with herself for how well she was handling this epic revelation. She'd have her freak out when she returned home, no doubt.
"That….." Maze sighed, her expression shifting from indifferent to sad. "That was Samael."
With a frown the Detective leaned forward, resting her arms against the bar. "Isn't that his real name? The one he was known as before he was cast down to hell?"
"Someone has been doing their homework. I'm impressed, Decker." The Demon grinned, tapping her long nails on the shiny surface. "Though what is written, isn't entirely accurate. He was still Samael when he was cast down into hell. What you need to understand is that nothing I can say to describe hell, could possibly make you understand just what it's like down there, especially for an Angel." She glanced once more toward Lucifer's bedroom with such sorrow that Chloe actually felt like she should comfort the other woman, though she managed to hold herself back, sure that any offer would be unwelcome. "When he first arrived, hell was a cold barren place. Some souls had already found their way there, by God's hand or not, I'm not sure but soon after the screams started." Maze stared hard at the human. "Imagine your head being filled with the tormented wails of the damned and being unable to shut it off, and more and more started piling up, joining in like they suddenly sensed the fallen Angel and were drawn to him. Samael drove himself mad. In hell time passes much differently, a few seconds on Earth could be months maybe even years in hell. It took him hundreds of years to figure out how to block the sounds of the damned, but they are always there."
Despite her astonishment of hearing Maze say so much, Chloe felt even more distressed for the man she'd come to know. What he'd went through sounded horrific and she knew without a doubt that it was only the beginning. "Then what happened?"
"He started to lose himself. I am a daughter of the Lilim, the first demons that were created and I swore an oath to protect Lucifer from every threat, even himself. He began to unravel, his temper flaring wildly and he began punishing those he deemed the worst of humanity, with far more brutality than was needed." Maze swallowed the drink in one gulp and cast a side glance at Chloe. "You can imagine for someone like me who loves to cause pain, who thrives on it, if I thought he was overstepping the mark then it gives you a slight indication of how dark he'd become."
The Detective nodded, cringing internally recalling the darkness she'd seen sparking in his eyes when he'd stared down at her. "So how did Lucifer come about?"
Maze smiled wistfully. "It was clear that if he didn't change then he wasn't going to survive in hell, he was going to become a twisted, much darker version of himself and no one dared venture near him. Except me that is. In one of his rare moments of lucidity, he decided to lock that part of himself away, barricading it in the deepest, darkest recesses of his mind and he became Lucifer; the Morningstar, the bringer of light in a place of darkness. Don't get me wrong, Lucifer can still be cruel, he can be petty but he has more control of his temper and knows when he takes things too far."
Slightly awe struck from hearing about her partner, the Devil himself, and what he'd endured, Chloe felt her fear start to diminish. She might not have believed his constant assurances that he was in fact the devil, but Chloe had gotten to know him, seen the changes within him as he learned how to handle emotions and other people's feelings and now more than anything she was beginning to understand how huge that step was. Him acting like a five year old wasn't just an act, he really was like a little kid learning new things.
"So what was in the room with me was Samael? How is that possible?"
Maze shrugged. "I'm not sure. I found out what's infected him, but I have no idea how to help him. The only thing I can think of is that whatever Lucifer is fighting, it's weakened him enough that he's been unable to keep Samael contained." Her gaze hardened. "Which is not good for any of us."
Chloe nodded in agreement.
