Chapter 4: Lost In This Moment

Lost in this moment with you

I am completely consumed

My feelings so absolute

There's no doubt

Sealing our love with a kiss

Waiting my whole life for this

Watching all my dreams come true

Lost in this moment with you

After Lucifer untangled himself from his bed sheets, Chloe asked him to jump into the shower and wet his hair. She found it odd when he had only nodded and went to do what she had asked instead of sliding in a quip about her wanting to see him naked.

He walked into his living room a few minutes later, with a towel wrapped around his waist, and took a seat in front of the detective.

"Whenever you're ready, Detective."

There were a few minutes of silence as Chloe worked, her mind trying to find something to talk about. Lucifer was being uncharacteristically quiet unfortunately.

"Lucifer, can we talk?"

The Devil tensed a bit. "What about?"

"That day at Lux."

"I told you," Lucifer sighed. "That was a long time ago."

"I'm still sorry."

"Yes, as you've said before."

Chloe brushed some of the hair off Lucifer's shoulders. "I know, but for me, you were only gone five days, but for you it was hundreds of years. Please talk to me Lucifer. I just feel there's something up with you."

Lucifer rolled his shoulders slowly, wishing he could just fly away.

"You told me you would never lie to me."

"That I did," he admitted. "All right Detective, you are correct."

"It's okay you can tell me."

There was a slight pause before Lucifer responded. "Hell was created by my Father to be the place where damned souls spend eternity paying for their sins," he explained. "After I was cast out I was tasked with ruling that depressing place."

"How long?" Chloe asked.

Lucifer thought for a moment. "Time is irrelevant to us, Detective. I am billions of years old after all."

That bit of information threw her for a loop, so much in fact she almost cut off the wrong amount of hair. It hadn't even been twenty-four hours since she had found out that Lucifer was an angel, and not once had age ever crossed her mind.

She stared at the back of the man sitting in front of her and saw that his scars were gone. Chloe had to stop herself from wanting to touch where they had once been. Last time she tried he had been keen to hide them from her, almost scared.

"Almost done?"

Chloe snapped out of her trance.

"Yeah, one second."

Lucifer fell silent again, leaving Chloe with her thoughts. The man or angel in front of her was billions upon billions of years old, and here he was sitting in front of her casually getting his hair cut. She couldn't help but smile at the situation, especially since he was also one of the most powerful beings in the universe. He practically radiated raw energy.

But something was wrong. This Lucifer was subdued and quiet and so unlike what she knew.

"People don't arrive broken," Lucifer whispered, his elbows on his knees. "But a million years of torment and pain… that's a different story, Detective."

Chloe's small smile faded and she carefully set her scissors down on the coffee table before moving around so she was face to face with the Devil. She placed on hand on his knee.

"Lucifer…"

Lucifer looked up slowly. "I'm sorry, I wasn't aware that I said that out loud," he mumbled to himself.

"No, no, it's okay," Chloe reassured. "It's okay, Lucifer."

"No it's not!" Lucifer growled his eyes flashing crimson. "I am approximately fifteen billion years old! I'm literally the Devil!"

Detective Decker felt her partner's leg tense suddenly, as the whites of his eyes darkened a bit. She jumped back as he drew himself up to his full imposing height, but refused to run away from him. There was no need to, she wasn't afraid.

Lucifer would never do anything to hurt her.

She was sure of it.

"I'm not afraid."

Lucifer turned his hellish gaze on the woman in front of him. "You should be."

"I'm not. I know who you are."

"Do you?" the Devil sneered. "How can you possibly know who I am?"

She wasn't backing down, no way. "I've worked with you for over a year, Lucifer! Don't you remember all those cases we've solved? All those people we've helped?" Chloe cried.

Lucifer scoffed. "A year is nothing to me."

"Lucifer…" Chloe whispered and felt a twinge of pain as he disregarded their entire partnership. What happened in those five hundred years he was away? She had to know, she had to help him.

He stepped back a little and the temperature in the penthouse rose noticeably. "I am the Devil," he said lowly, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. "That's what that holier than thou pain in my ass determined when he threw me out."

Chloe swallowed slowly. "God, he…"

"Ah yes," the taller man bit out. "My dear old Dad threw me out! Never batted an eye! Every brother and sister watched as I was stripped of my position and tossed into the Pit. He forbade anyone to even visit!" Lucifer shouted. "I was alone for eons! And for what? Asking a question. Challenging his authority."

The muscles in his arms were straining against his anger. The tension in the room was almost palpable.

She was losing him.

"So I figured if I was going to be blamed for all the worlds sins, I might as well embrace it," Lucifer gritted his teeth. "Why fight it? Why try to be anything else if God himself deems you evil?"

Chloe steeled herself against his words. No, he was wrong.

"You're wrong," she said, her voice unwavering.

Lucifer started laughing and didn't stop for a minute. "What could you possibly know?" he asked. "You, a human who's only walked this Earth for a couple decades. Don't pretend to understand anything!"

"You don't think I understand?" Chloe shouted and moved into the Devil's personal space. "I spent days and nights with you, going over case files, driving from crime scenes, interrogating suspects, and going on stakeouts! I watched you care for people, like Trixie and Father Frank. You became one of the most important people in my life, Lucifer!"

There was silence, and Chloe took that opportunity and placed her hand on his bare chest.

"I've seen you at your best," she whispered. "I've felt your heart beat. I know you're not a bad person."

Lucifer's eyes gradually faded back to their normal brown and the tension began to slowly leave his body. He exhaled deeply and leaned into the detective's touch. Chloe closed her eyes and smiled as she felt Lucifer's head fall and rest on her shoulder.

"It's okay," Chloe said again and ran her fingers through his damp hair in a soothing pattern.

Unlike earlier, those two words sounded oddly comforting this time around.

Lucifer couldn't describe what exactly it is about the detective that made him feel better, perhaps it was her soul. All he knew was that he never wanted to let her go.

"You aren't that person anymore, Lucifer. Your father does not dictate who you are."

Lucifer made a small noncommittal noise.

"I know you can't escape what happened with your family, and some wounds are just too deep, but I'm here for you."

"I know," Lucifer said softly. "Thank you, Chloe."

"You don't have just me, Lucifer. You have Maze, Trixie, your brother, and yes, even Dan."

"Detective Douche?" Lucifer said incredulously.

Chloe chuckled. "Well he was demoted today, so he's no longer "Detective Douche."

"That's too bad," the dark-haired man replied sadly. "I really liked that name."

"You'll have to find another one."

Lucifer paused for a second then shrugged. "I'm rather partial to it, so I think I'll just keep calling him that. It's more of a nickname now than an insult really."

"I don't think he knows it."

"It's fine," the Devil smiled. "I am the Devil after all. I can't always play nice."

The detective gently squeezed her partners arm. "It's good to have you back."

High above the streets of Los Angeles, Gabriel sat perched on the roof of Lux, his blonde hair moving in the wind. His eyes were closed as he leaned back against the cold stone, a sigh escaping his lips as he watched the scene below him play through his mind. Despite his relaxed posture he was prepared to move if a problem were to arise. That problem being his slightly angry older brother incidentally.

The archangel nearly flew down into the penthouse when he saw his brother's eyes darken. Gabriel saw him loom over the detective and prayed to their father he wouldn't hurt her. He held his breath as the situation eventually deflated.

He smiled. There was something special about Chloe Decker, that much he could see. When he had his fight with his brother, he could tell that Lucifer was holding back. Or holding something back that is. That something being the side of him that Hell helped create, and it terrified him.

Gabriel watched as his brother reverted to his normal self with only touch.

"Are you seeing this, Dad?" Gabriel asked the sky. "Do you see what happened to your favorite son? Do you see what Hell has done to him?"

There was nothing.

Gabriel only shrugged, he didn't actually expect an answer from his absent father, but he thought he would at least give it a try. After all, the young angel was the one who sent those visions to Lucifer while still in Hell.

"That's okay," Gabe continued. "I'll stay on Earth and watch over Luci, but I'm not doing it for you. I watched as he was thrown out of his home once, I won't let that happen again, because you know that there will be some of my brothers who will disagree with your decision."

"Mommy!" Trixie yelled as her mother opened the front door a couple hours later.

Chloe bent down and hugged her daughter. "Hey there Monkey, I'm sorry I wasn't here when you woke up. Did you have fun with Daddy though?"

Trixie scrunched up her face. "Yes, but he didn't believe me when I told him what happened yesterday."

"Really?" Chloe asked and leaned into the living room. "Should we set him straight then?"

The little girl nodded her head furiously.

"Okay then, c'mon."

The detective walked in and took a seat in front of her estranged husband, who looked lost for words while Trixie excitedly jumped up back on the couch next to her father.

"Dan."

Newly demoted Daniel James Espinoza stared at the woman in front of him.

"Please tell me, that what Trixie said was false," Dan replied. "Please tell me that Malcolm didn't do what she said he did."

Chloe sighed. "He did. But he's not going to be a problem anymore."

"Was he arrested? I didn't hear anything about–"

"He exploded!" Trixie yelled, complete with arm gestures and sound effects.

Dan looked from his daughter to his wife and back again.

"He didn't explode," Chloe said slowly. "…More like disintegrated."

"What?"

"Lucifer made him disappear," Trixie proudly interjected. "I told you Daddy, he's an angel and also a magician."

"About that," Dan said slowly. "She told me that before. You don't actually believe that, do you?"

In all fairness, most people would probably have a hard time believing that a rich club owner in Los Angeles is an angel. That's fine.

"Chloe, you know I was raised Catholic, but you can't possibly expect me believe that Lucifer is an angel."

"No I don't," Chloe admitted. "That's why I'm going to show you."

"How are you going to do that?" Dan asked clearly suspicious.

Chloe stood up and motioned for the other two people in the room to do the same. She then shouted at the top of her lungs.

"LUCIFER!"

There was a second before a loud gust of wind swept into the room that made Dan's hair stand up on end. He blinked once and suddenly Lucifer was standing right in front of him, dressed in his normally immaculate black suit and button up shirt. His large, white wings spread wide, nearly taking up the entire room.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" Dan yelped and stumbled backwards, nearly tripping over the couch in his haste to get as far away as from the other man as possible.

"Sir Douche!" The Devil crowed. "Long time no see. Also, wrong deity, I'm afraid."

Dan's eyes looked like dinner plates.

"What?" Lucifer asked and turned around. "Do I have something on my suit?"

"Are you fucking kidding me?" The ex-detective shouted.

Lucifer smirked and put his wings away. "You were right Detective," he purred as he turned to her. "That was fun."

"Okay, be nice. We need him to understand, not have a heart attack."

"Very well," the angel replied, and walked over to Dan. He stopped in front of the shocked human. "Listen up, because I am not repeating myself. I am Lucifer Morningstar, first son of God and sometimes Lord of Hell. There."

Chloe sighed and ran a hand over her face.

"There's no way," Espinoza muttered mostly to himself. "This isn't real."

"Oh I can assure you Ex-Detective Douche," Lucifer replied while smiling quite widely. "I am very real."

Finding that his legs wouldn't support him anymore, Dan took a seat on the sofa and buried his hands in his hair. Thousands of thoughts were racing through his mind. Lucifer was the Devil and all those times he ran his mouth about Heaven and Hell… he wasn't joking.

This is ridiculous, Dan thought. He was Catholic, well loosely Catholic, as he told Chloe before, but going to church did nothing to prepare him for Lucifer Morningstar. Who was apparently an angel, the Devil, and the oldest son of God.

Lucifer cocked his head to the side in confusion. "Did I break him?"

"Just give him a second," Chloe said as she tried to restrain her daughter from trying to hug the Devil. "It's a lot to process."

"Hi Lucifer!" Trixie shouted happily as she struggled against Chloe's hold, unable to hold in her excitement.

"Hello small human," Lucifer replied smoothly as he took a step back.

"Can you take me flying?"

Chloe couldn't help but laugh. "Monkey, not right now okay?"

Trixie stuck out her lower lip a little.

"Right, well, this has been great and all," Lucifer said unfurled his wings. "Let me know when he snaps out of whatever he's in."

Before he took off Chloe stopped him. "Will you be at work on Monday?"

With a smile that reached his eyes, Lucifer replied, "I wouldn't miss it for the world."

Hello! Here's chapter 4. Please leave a review if you so choose, and have a Happy Lucifer Monday!