Authors Note: Sorry I totally forgot when I was doing the shout out to all the reviewers I forgot the Guest, apologies...I love hearing what you have to say!
So in this chapter... Samael is back...lol
When Chloe stepped off the elevator and into Lucifer' apartment roughly four hours later she was surprised at how quiet it was. She couldn't see Maze, and as she walked forward a few paces she paused, her head cocked to the side as she surveyed the room. Something was off. She couldn't place it but the room felt…strange. Chloe had always felt safe in Lucifer' home, his extravagant taste and the smell of him that lingered around the room was soothing. He was an immaculate person, in his home and with his attire. But despite the fact nothing looked out of place, she couldn't help the tingling at the base of her spine or the goose bumps from covering her flesh.
"Maze?" she called out. Her hand drifting to her holster.
"She went out." A deep voice sounded from behind her.
Chloe let out a startled cry and spun around to the man standing behind her. "Jeez, Lucifer. Give me a heart attack why don't you?" she tried to calm her racing heart and glanced up, meeting his eyes for the first time and found herself taking a step back. "Lucifer?" The Devil was dressed in his finest black shirt and pants, but she could see the sweat stains, meaning he was still fighting the sickness. Although that wasn't what alerted her to something being off with him. It was his eyes. They didn't have that spark that was usually there, his childish humour and mannerisms. At this moment his eyes were jet black and he looked more like the one who had licked her neck and gotten himself punched.
She gripped her weapon and raised it.
"You're good Detective, very quick. I can see why he likes you." Samael purred, his voice dripping with sarcasm and stepped closer, unfazed by the weapon aimed at his chest. He cocked his head to the side, studying her, his lips curling up in a devious smirk. "Which is why I'm going to enjoy this the most."
Moving faster than she could comprehend, the man with her partner' face; because she knew this wasn't Lucifer, was suddenly right in front of her, knocking the gun out of her hand and hoisting her into the air with his hand wrapped around her neck. Chloe kicked and thrashed, wanting to scream, to beg Lucifer to fight this. She clawed at his hand, hitting him as hard as she could, though it was useless, his grip was like a vice and she began to feel lightheaded. Just when she thought that this was it, she was going to die at the hands of Samael, the fallen Angel, his grip on her suddenly vanished, and she fell to the floor, gasping and spluttering as she tried to catch her breath. She looked up in time to see Lucifer' brother Amenadiel holding the struggling Devil in a bear hug.
"What happened?" He shouted over the growls and threats Samael was throwing at him. "Where's Maze?"
Chloe rushed into the bedroom in time to see the demon pushing herself to her feet. Blood was running freely from a cut at her brow. "I'm fine. He caught me off guard."
Amenadiel was having some difficulty keeping his brother contained, yet he knew he couldn't let go. The one thing the Angel was certain of was that Lucifer cared for the Detective. More than he had for anyone in a very long time and he wouldn't hurt her, so what ever this was that wore his brother' face, it was not Lucifer.
Maze growled as she stepped up to Samael and with a clenched fist, punched him hard in the face, unable to keep her lips from curling up in satisfaction when his head snapped to the side and he spat blood from his cut lip.
"I'll kill you! I'll kill all of you!" he growled, his eyes flashing red, before shifting to the inky blackness.
Amenadiel shot a worried glance at Maze and had to use every ounce of strength to keep his younger brother from attacking the Demon.
"It's not Lucifer, it's Samael." Maze snapped at the Angel. "Do something!"
In the next moment both Maze and Chloe were left standing on their own, the siblings vanishing in a flutter of wings.
Chloe spun to face Maze, her eyes wide and managed to choke out, "What just happened? Where is he taking him?"
Mazikeen brushed past the Detective on her way to the bar. She needed a drink right now because everything inside her was screaming that she should be there with him. Just as she always had. It was unsettling knowing she'd just called his brother to help take care of her creator. That left her just as in the dark about what was happening as Chloe was, and she didn't like it one bit.
"Samael is in control, that wasn't Lucifer." She took a swig from the bottle and glared at the blonde. "There was no other way." Maze hoped she sounded convincing, but she couldn't even bring herself to believe her own words.
"What will he do?" Chloe asked, leaning against the bar and rubbing her tender neck where he'd gripped her.
Maze's silence was answer enough and Chloe felt a shiver run down her spine wondering if that was the last time she was ever going to see her partner again.
Amenadiel wasn't entirely sure where to take his brother, but with Sam struggling violently and attempting to grab his wings, he knew he'd have to set them down somewhere uninhabited and quickly. He'd almost made it to the small deserted island, far from any civilisation and promptly dropped his brother into the shallow water. Landing on the sand he watched Samael splutter and stumble from the water, eyes flashing red and clenching his hands into fists as he faced off against his big brother.
"Amenadiel," he spat, throwing a right hook. The Angel was ready and dodged his attack, then using both hands he shoved Sam backwards, the Devil soaring through the air to land in the deeper part of water with an outraged yell.
The dark skinned Angel waited patiently for his brother to wade through the water, his expression furious and Amenadiel knew he was playing with fire here. Samael was a loose canon and he had no idea how bad things had gotten since his fall to hell.
"Samael, stop this now. What do you think father will do if you try to hurt the humans?" he tried to negotiate with his brother, hoping he would see reason.
"Father? As usual he will sit back and do nothing. Everyone else does his bidding, don't you see Amenadiel, he uses you all. He can do anything but he chooses not to. We could take this world." With his clothes stuck to his skin he held his hands out, a deranged smirk appearing on his once angelic features and offered, "Will you join me brother?"
"No." Amenadiel stated sadly. "I will not turn my back on our father."
"Very well, I was trying to give you an out." Samael launched himself at the Angel, taking them both crashing to the warm sand. He brought his fist down against Amenadiel's cheek, satisfied at the crack he heard. He managed to get another couple of good hits before he was thrown backward, the force of his big brother' shove sending Samael crashing into a tree and breaking it in two.
Pushing himself to his feet and dusting himself off, he strode confidently toward his brother once more. Dodging Amenadiel's fist, Samael gripped the front of his brother' dress and tossed him into the deepest part of the ocean with a satisfied smirk. His grin faltered when the dark skinned Angel appeared next to him seconds later. Damn him and his angel wings. Samael was beginning to loath the Lightbringer for making them vulnerable with his childish arrogance, and thinking that cutting his wings off wouldn't come back and bite them in the ass.
"Are you done?" asked Amenadiel, knowing from the look on Sam's face that it was far from over. He needed to put an end to this, although he wasn't entirely sure how to go about it.
"Not even clos-" Samael was cut-off with a cry of pain being tore from his lips and he faltered, falling to his knees and gripping his wet hair with both hands. "What? What's happening?"
Amenadiel stayed a safe distance. Watching his brother in agony wasn't something he enjoyed as much as Lucifer/Samael would think he did. "Tell me what's happening, Sam?"
Jet black eyes met dark brown and Samael swallowed back a scream. It felt like something was trying to bury itself into his skull, he could barely see in front of him, his vision blurred and he hated that he was showing any kind of weakness in front of his big brother.
With the force of a freight train slamming into him, Samael was forced to see visions in vivid technicolor of everything he'd done while in hell. Falling backward on to the sand, his fingers digging into the soft grains trying to find something to grab hold of, to anchor him but there was nothing but the images flashing so fast in his mind that he could barely make any of it out, and yet he could hear the screams, those pitiful wails that drove him mad, echoing all around him.
"Help...me!" Samael stuttered, the plea barely leaving his lips when a hoarse cry of agony sounded from deep within. "Please!"
Amenadiel could stand it no more and rushed to his brother's side. Closing his eyes he placed both hands over Samael' chest, searching for the main cause of what ever it was that was affecting him.
"Oh Sami," he murmured when he realised what this was. A Cherub. He'd been infected. No wonder he was in such agony. The horrific deeds the Devil had been forced to do would be on a constant loop and Amenadiel was shocked that his brother was even still standing. It just showed once again how stubborn he truly was.
Sending up a silent prayer to his father, because he wasn't even sure this would work. Amenadiel's hands glowed with the power of God and without giving any warning to Samael, he thrust his hand inside his chest.
The Devil's eyes widened, his mouth opening in a silent scream.
"Stay with me brother, I'm trying to purge the Cherub from your system. It's infected every corner of your being." Amenadiel focused all of his concentration in trying to drown the Cherub in the light or it would continue to feed off his brother's darkness and nightmares.
"Ame-Amenadiel...kill me." The Devil's eyes changed from black to red, then back to brown and the Angel frowned.
"Lucifer?"
A weak nod was Amenadiel's only answer and he resumed his efforts. He and his little brother had their share of fights, but they were still family. The only difference between them and the humans was their fights could level a city if it was bad enough. Although they disagreed on most things, he loved his brother and he hated seeing him like this.
Lucifer' eyes rolled back in his head, and Amenadiel wanted to cry out in desperation. He couldn't lose his brother, not like this.
"Hang on Luci," he pleaded, and prayed to their father once more to help him.
After a few moments it seemed like his prayer had been answered as Lucifer's skin started to glow with the light of heaven, it seeped though every pore and Amenadiel had to shield his eyes against the glare. The Devil's mouth opened wide and like an exorcism, a plume of black smoke was dragged from his body. As soon as it was gone, Lucifer's eyes snapped open and he gasped for air, coughing and spluttering as he rolled away from Amenadiel and shakily pushed himself on to his knees.
"Bloody hell," he panted, raising his trembling hands to his face, and scrubbing his skin of the fine grains of sand still stuck to him.
"Are you alright, brother?" Amenadiel towered over his sickly, sibling and offered his hand in helping him up.
Lucifer glared up at him, his eyebrow raised incredulously. "Do I bloody look alright, you feathered prick?"
The Angel wasn't even bothered by the insults, he was just happy to have Lucifer back. And he never thought he'd utter those words, in his head or otherwise.
The Devil eventually took the hand offered to him and let his brother pull him to his feet. He'd never admit to it, but he felt awful, and weak. Not something he was used to. He gave Amenadiel a pointed look, his gaze hard.
"We will never speak of this, understand. You will never tell anyone you had your hand inside me." Lucifer shivered. "What happened on the island, stays on the island. Kapeesh?"
The Angel managed to hide his smile behind a fake cough and nodded. "Very well, Luci."
"Right, well, glad that's over. Can you drop me off at Lux? I've got sand stuck in places I didn't know it could reach and I need a shower." Stepping closer to Amenadiel he growled. "And no carrying me like a baby. Clear?"
The Angel chuckled, wrapping his arms around Lucifer's chest and carried them both into the air. It was time to get his brother back home.
