My second fanfiction. I'm currently working on the next chapter for Devil's Child but wanted to get this idea on paper as well.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Maze finished wiping down the last of the glasses as she prepared the bar. Everything, as always, was in the exact spot she intended it to be in. But with another hour before Lux opened she had nothing to do but think. She began double checking her liquor stock, she needed to be doing something otherwise the disturbing thoughts that had been plaguing her for days would be impossible to keep at bay. Today though, it was not enough to keep her hands busy. Her thoughts were firmly stuck on the same subject it had been for weeks. What was wrong with Lucifer? How was she going to get him back to Hell? And the most awful thought of all, A was right. Lucifer was changing. He could be wounded now.
Maze gave up checking the liquor. She knew it was all exactly as she wanted before she had begun her double-check. She leaned on the bar and let her thoughts go over the same tired subjects. Lucifer was able to be wounded. He needed to go back to Hell. It all had something to do with the cop. Yes, the cop. If Lucifer didn't find her so interesting he wouldn't be so stubborn. Maze had thought about simply killing her. But even she, lover of giving and receiving pain shuddered at what Lucifer would do to her. She would have to come up with some other way to remove the cop from Lucifer's thoughts.
Lux was in full swing that night. The usual group of starlets, degenerates, trust fund kids, and the occasional somebody swarmed together forming a pulsating crowd on the dance floor. Halfway through the night Lucifer appeared at the bar with his typical designer suite and smirk.
"The detective will be here tonight. Make sure she gets that drink she likes Maze." She hand not bothered stopping pouring drinks to listen to him. It was the same thing he said every time the cop was coming by the club. Maze had a talent for telling what kind of drinks people liked. And since first mixing the bright pink concoction for the the mortal Lucifer insisted that it be ready for her every time she turned up at Lux. She shot Lucifer a glare to express her displeasure. She was going to have to figure out some way to make Lucifer loose interest in this moral.
"Now Maze, don't give me that look. I have a new plan. That rubbish pick up artist stuff didn't work so I've decide to go back to basics." He smile was wider now. "Really, I should have thought of it before but she does so have a way of complicating matters." This caught Maze's attention.
"And what, exactly is your new plan for banging the mortal?"
Lucifer took a sip of his drink, "I am going to spoiler her. Anything she even mentions wanting, desiring, no matter how trivial I will provide. Women have go to bed with me nearly since the beginning of the human race out of gratitude. So, from now on, when she is here she is to have whatever she wants from the bar and kitchen without question. Is that understood?" Maze gave a curt nod and began mixing the mortals drink.