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Chloe hated having to leave but she needed to pick her daughter up from school, and if she was being honest she needed some time to herself so that she could process everything that was happening. It was a hell of a lot to take in. She's promised Maze she would return once she got something sorted for Trixie and the demon bartender actually seemed relieved to hear it, making the Detective wonder just how bad things were going to get. Placing a kiss on her partner' fevered brow, she unconsciously combed her fingers through his damp hair and reluctantly moved away from the bed.

Dabbing the wet cloth over her creator's face and chest, Maze squeezed the material letting a few drops of water touch his cracked lips. She was desperately trying to contain her temper, wanting nothing more than to rip the assassin to pieces with her bare hands for doing this to Lucifer. Now he seemed to be stuck within a fevered delirium, unable to come out of it on his own and was constantly shifting and twitching in his sleep, fighting against unknown enemies. Although Maze figured if she was right about what was happening then he wasn't fighting unknown enemies, he was remembering everything. Being forced to relive the most horrific parts of his existence and also struggling to fight off Samael, who would be using this vulnerability to his advantage.

"Can his brother do anything to help?" Chloe asked, her pale eyes watching the demon take care of her master.

Maze bit her lip, unsure if Amenadiel would or could do anything. But she also knew that was a last resort as Lucifer hated asking anyone for help, especially if it was from his family who had shunned him for thousands of years.

"I'm not sure. Maybe, maybe not. If it gets worse and he's unable to fight this, I may need to ask for his help." She turned to Chloe, her expression serious. "Samael cannot be allowed to gain control."

Chloe frowned. "Why not just call on him now? It's obvious he needs help."

Maze tried not to let her irritation show, Chloe didn't know Lucifer like she did. "Lucifer trusts that I will take care of him, that I will do what is needed when the time is right. If I called his brother here now, while Lucifer is still trying to fight this on his own, he would see it as a betrayal. You need to trust me Decker. I will do what has to be done."

The Detective swallowed nervously, her gaze shifting from Maze to her partner. "Alright, I trust that you have his back. I do too. Let me know if anything changes and I'll be back as soon as I can."

Maze nodded. "Fine."

With one final glance at the man in the bed, Chloe exited the room and made her way to the elevator. Her mind and emotions bubbling out of control as the doors slid shut and she finally let her tears fall. She bent at the waist and wrapped her arms around her stomach, feeling the heavy weight settling in her gut that Lucifer might not come out of this, and if he did, what did it mean for them? Would he still want to work with her, and could she still work alongside him? The Devil himself? The thought of never seeing Lucifer again made her feel physically sick, and she hoped more than anything that he was as strong as Maze said he was and would make it out of this unscathed.

Using her sleeves to dry her eyes, she exited the elevator and made her way back to her car. She just had to pick Trixie up, organise a babysitter and then head back to Lux.

She didn't think things would change so dramatically in the space of a few hours.

Samael was back, and he had some scores to settle.


"You really thought you keep could keep me locked up for all eternity?" Samael stalked around his doppelganger like a predator surveying it's next meal. His eyes were the colour of the night, no hint of the smart assery that Lucifer enjoyed spouting. Samael was just darkness. He was insanity wrapped in a dark suit. He finally stopped in front of Lucifer and in a move that surprised the Devil, Samael's hands gripped either side of Lucifer' head in a crushing hold until he thought his skull would crack.

"I'm taking control back. You had no right to stop me. I was punishing the guilty, just as I was meant to." Samael spat furiously, his eyes glowing darkly.

Lucifer attempted to pry the hands away, but if anything they got tighter until he was unable to contain the cry of pain escaping his lips. "You…were taking…it too far. I had to…stop you."

The dark angel chuckled. "I've only gotten stronger – Lightbringer." He taunted. "And guess who is first on my list to punish for your crimes against me?"

"No! Don't you….touch her!" Lucifer struggled against his darker self but he was far too weak and sickly to be able to stand up against Samael. With the last of his strength he sent up a silent prayer to his father. He needed help and he needed it right now before something much darker was released into the world with his face and was indifferent to the suffering and pain he would undoubtedly cause.

"Let's see how you like being locked away, hmmm." With a sadistic grin Samael brought Lucifer to his knees. He chuckled in amusement when the Devil cried out as the darkness enveloped him, snuffing out any light he had left inside.

The inky blackness consumed him, turning his blood from red to black and crashing through his system like a wave. Lucifer felt like he was drowning, felt it moving under his skin like another being itching to take control and that was exactly what it was. The Devil collapsed to the cold floor, fingers gripping his hair and pulling as if that action alone could remove the horrible feeling of Samael resuming control. He let loose a hoarse scream that echoed in the night.

When his eyes finally snapped open and looked around his room, they were completely black and a malicious grin stretched over his features.

"Time to play."