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Poor Lucifer is having a really hard time, isn't he?

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The next time Lucifer woke up he had both Maze and Chloe standing over him, both eyeing him cautiously.

"Bloody hell, what's with…the serious faces? And if you're…both going to be…in my room, clothing is non-essential." His smirk morphed into a grimace at the pounding pain in his head.

Maze' lips quirked up in a smile at him being back to his normal self, and she stepped closer, placing the wet cloth back on his forehead. "You're burning up again, Lucifer. And we had to make sure it was you that came back to us."

Lucifer's eyebrow raised in confusion. "What?"

"Samael got out." She told him.

His head immediately snapped to the Detectives' worried expression and he inwardly groaned. "Dammit all to…hell," he wheezed and pushed himself into a sitting position. Pinching his nose between his thumb and forefinger, he sighed deeply. This was exactly what he hadn't wanted to happen. He should have been more forceful – he paused, having the most horrible thought and lifted his head to stare at Chloe, his eyes scrutinising her for any visible marks or injuries.

"You didn't hurt me." Chloe told him, somehow knowing exactly what was running through his head.

His shoulders sagged with relief, but he knew something had to have happened. If she knew, if she finally believed him then he'd done something to show her his true self. "What did I do?"

Her gaze dropped to the floor for a fraction of a second before returning to his face, but it was already done, he'd saw it in her eyes. Fear. He'd scared her. Lucifer wished the ground beneath him would open up and swallow him whole. He could feel himself start to shake he was so angry, but not with anyone else; with himself. He would never forgive himself.

Chloe seeing the complete devastation flashing across his features knew she had to let him know that this hadn't changed anything between them. She moved to his side, the bed dipping slightly as she settled next to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. His eyes widened, but he returned the embrace just as tightly.

"It wasn't you." She told him, trailing her fingers through his hair in what she hoped was a comforting gesture. "I trust you."

Lucifer hated these bloody human emotions, he felt so weak and pathetic, but hearing those words and having her arms wrapped around him, he didn't bother attempting to stop the tears that flowed steadily down his cheeks. He saw Maze give him a small nod and then back out of the room, giving them a moment.

"I'm sorry if…I scared you. I never wanted…that." Lucifer mumbled against her neck.

She hugged him tighter, her hands rubbing soothing circles on his bare skin, carefully avoiding his scars. She paused, just now realising something. "So, you really had wings, and got Maze to cut them off?"

Lucifer chuckled lightly. "Yes, Detective. A little late... to the party, but better late... than never I suppose."

Chloe smacked him playfully on the arm making him smile brighter. "Hey, I think I'm handling this pretty well."

"Hmm. I suppose." He traced his fingers over her soft skin of her cheek and then down over her lips before letting his hand fall back to his lap. "Promise me...I didn't hurt you."

"You didn't hurt me," She said with absolute conviction.

Cocking his head to the side, he tried to find any hint of deceit in her pale blue eyes, and relaxed when he saw there was none. "What did…I do then? I know…I scared you."

Chloe wasn't sure how much to tell him, though she knew he hated being lied to. So she decided to be honest, just as he always had been with her. "You had me up against the wall, said you could sense my fear and that you wanted to taste it. Then you licked my neck and I punched you in the face."

She hadn't expected him to start laughing, but there it was. His shoulders were trembling and he was shaking his head in amazement at this beautiful human in front of him. Only Chloe could punch the Devil in the face, and get away with it.

"Why are you laughing?" she asked, trying to contain her own chuckle of amusement.

"Only you, Chloe. No one else..would get away with that." He managed to get out before a stabbing pain in his chest made him cry out.

"Lucifer?" Chloe asked worriedly, moving closer to him.

He held up his hand to stop her, unable to control the tremor making him shake uncontrollably. "Get Maze," He wheezed, clutching at his chest and scrambling to the other side of the bed, needing to put some distance between them.

Chloe didn't want to leave him, not when he was obviously in pain but he pointed to the door and growled. "Now, Chloe!"

She did as she was asked that time, seeing his eyes flash red was a sight she really hadn't gotten used to. "Maze!" she called out and the Demon appeared from behind the bar.

"What's wrong?"

Chloe pointed back toward the room and not waiting for her to explain, Maze rushed inside. She paused a few feet from her creator, unsure whether it was safe for her to get closer and that infuriated her. She needed to be near him, to offer him comfort. Just as she always had.

"Lucifer?" she moved slowly, poised to defend herself if need be.

"Maze, make it stop!" He pleaded, curling himself into ball, his fingers gripping at his hair, then his face, before scratching at his chest. "Get them out, get them...out of me!"

Mazikeen climbed on the bed next to him and grasped his hands, trying to stop him from injuring himself. "Stop it, Lucifer. It's all in your mind. The assassin infected you with a Cherub, it's causing the sickness and paranoia. You need to fight it."

He desperately tried to tear his hands away from her tight grip, but he couldn't and it only made him more upset. "I can't, I can't do..this again, Mazie."

Maze felt her heart twist in sympathy. She knew first hand how hard it was for him the first time and if he was being forced to relive everything he'd been through, she wasn't sure if he would make it a second time. She pushed that thought away as quickly as it had come, of course he would make it. This was Lucifer.

"You are not alone, Lucifer. I'm here, and so is Chloe. We'll help you get through this." Running her fingers softly through his hair, Lucifer leaned into her touch and let his eyes drift closed, her familiarity soothing his tortured mind.

Chloe watched silently from her position just inside the bedroom door as Maze held Lucifer close, her arms wound around his shaking shoulders as he fought against the illness plaguing his mind. Her mind was still struggling to comprehend everything Maze had told her and watching them on the bed, the bar tender – who was supposedly a demon from hell – comforting the man who was actually the Devil himself. It was hard to imagine Lucifer as anything other than her delusional partner, the man who couldn't finish a sentence without saying something inappropriate. How on earth could this man be Satan, the Prince of Lies, the torturer of the damned? If anything he looked like a frail human who was close to breaking and it scared her more than she wanted to admit. He was always so strong and confident, he oozed perfection. Seeing him like this was not only heart-breaking, it was terrifying because if Maze was telling the truth, then there was a possibility that Samael could break out of the locked cage Lucifer had sealed him in and would be an unstoppable force on earth.

Padding silently across the room, she climbed on the opposite side of the bed and wrapped her arms around him too. He needed to know they were both here for him.

Lucifer normally enjoyed the company of women and men, he loved the attention and fulfilling his carnal desires. What should have been a fantasy for the Devil, on his bed between Maze and Chloe, was anything but. He felt vulnerable and that was a feeling he loathed. He wasn't sure he had the strength left in him to fight against Samael, could already feel his presence seeping back within his mind, trying to take back control and because of the infection he was much weaker. The Devil didn't know how he was going to contain his dark and twisted self.

Turning his head to his Demon, he gave her the look. His eyes were glazed with agony and when he saw her hesitant nod, he gave her a small smile, grateful for her understanding. If it needed to be done, she would put him down. By any means necessary. He moved away from their embrace and lay on his side, his knees pulled to his chest in a foetal position.

Even in his most darkest times Lucifer would never consider asking his family for help, but he wouldn't risk Chloe's life and if he lost control and Maze couldn't take him down, then he may need them to intervene.

He wasn't there yet though. Letting his eyes slip closed, he tried to relax and let the Detectives soft fingers combing through his hair lull him in to a dreamless sleep, yet he knew he was being foolish. His time spent in hell seemed to be on a constant loop in his head. All those horrific, unimaginable acts he'd committed made him just as bad as those damned to hell, and he was reliving them, over and over.