Chloe heard the sound of the piano as soon as she stepped into the penthouse elevator at Lux. The music was deep and dark and infinitely sad. As the elevator began to ascend, she could picture Lucifer channeling pain through his fingertips into the keys. Each note flowed into her torn heart filling her with sorrow.

She stepped out of the elevator at the same time that Lucifer stopped playing and reached for his drink.

He gave her a surprised smile before the reality of the past two days wiped it from his face. The smile was replaced with a worried look and a softly spoken question, "Detective, to what do I owe this visit? Is there something I can do for you?"

Chloe stared at him. Her heartbeat sped up as she really looked at him. This was her Lucifer, beautiful in his human form; and such a stark contrast to his other side. Fresh tears formed in her eyes, but she blinked them away and forced herself to move.

She walked up to the piano, and noticed the normally pristine surface was littered with at least 50 spent bullets, all coated rusty brown. Blood.

She gave Lucifer a questioning look at she pointed to the bullets. He glanced at them but merely took a drink out of his glass, then shrugged and said, "Souvenirs."

She wasn't sure she understood, but she let the topic drop as she had other things to say. She crossed her hands nervously over her chest. "We need to talk."

He stood up and walked to the bar, refilling his glass. "Of course. Please sit down." He indicated the couch, and allowed her to settle on one side while he sat across from her.

He stared at her silently waiting.

"You're the Devil," she stated simply.

He gave her a look of infinite sadness, "Yes."

"You're strong, you can make people desire you, you can force them to reveal their secrets, and you have wings, right?"

"Yes, Detective, I'm very strong, and my wings are back. However, I don't make anyone do anything. For most humans, I radiate sexuality. They want this body and the pleasure I can give them. I can also encourage people to tell me their desires and thus find out what they are hiding."

"Why doesn't your power work on me?"

"I really don't know, but I think it has to do with the fact that my Father put you in this time and place knowing we would meet."

The concept of fate popped into Chloe's mind, but it popped right back out, as she heard his next words.

"I can't use my power on you and you make me human."

"What?"

"I only bleed when I'm near you. I can be shot, hurt."

The color drained from Chloe's face, as she stammered, "Pierce could have killed you. You asked me to step aside knowing you would die." Her eyes shifted back to the bullets on top of the piano. "Lucifer, were you hurt?"

He looked away from her. "I prefer not to answer that."

She took that as a yes. She remembered him taking a knife for her, remembered Malcolm and all the blood, remembered him carrying her out of the burning restaurant…" He had saved her over and over again. Overwhelmed, she brought her legs up to her chest and buried her face in her knees, sobbing.

Lucifer stared at her, not really sure what to do.

He had broken the Detective, again. He wanted to offer comfort, but feared she would scream if he touched her. He moved to sit beside her, gently using her name as a question, "Chloe?"

She stilled at his voice, trying to control herself. Her chest ached so badly, and she wanted to hide, but she raised her head, her drenched eyes searching him out. Lucifer watched her, and the pain on his face was greater than anything she had ever seen. Chloe cried out, needing to stop his pain as well as her own. She reached for him, grasping his shirt. She buried her face against his chest, and cried her heart out. Between sobs, she mumbled over and over, "Lucifer, I'm so sorry."

Lucifer brought his arms around her drawing her into his lap. He rocked her, not sure why that seemed to be the right thing to do. His head came down to rest against the top of hers; quietly holding her while she cried.

After what seemed like an eternity, her sobs stopped, her breathing evened out and her body relaxed against him. Lucifer realized she had fallen into an exhausted sleep. He shifted on the couch, determined to hold her all night; knowing that it might be the last time.

He spent the next several hours wondering what would happen when she woke up.