Thanks for all the kind reviews! I'm glad you all are liking my story. I'm also super glad to see others popping up! Tonight's episode was even better than the first two. I'm really enjoying this show, so of course I'm terrified that luck will be against me. Quick comment: I'm having a really hard time imagining dick angels that aren't from Supernatural. I really wanted to use Zachariah, the douche! Anyway, please enjoy.


Chloe studied him for a moment. "You really want to help?" she asked.

Lucifer's grin widened. "Bringing justice for the innocent and punishing the wicked? It's what I do, love," he said, leaning back in his chair, ankle resting on his knee.

Feeling much more comfortable around him than she had when he first rang her doorbell, Chloe snorted in amusement. That same amusement sparkled in Lucifer's eyes as he realized she was no longer afraid. "Well, the justice part might be new," he admitted.

She smiled a little at his snark. Lucifer hoped she could see that he was exactly the same person as the day before. Sure, he was the devil, but that didn't exactly mean he was evil. It all depended on one's point of view.

"And you're the devil. The actual, Hell-dwelling devil," she said, looking for one last verbal confirmation.

"In the flesh," he confirmed. "I've moved recently, though. LA is really quite lovely. So many people doing so many naughty things."

Chloe truly laughed this time. "Sounds perfect for you."

"It is." He gave her his sexiest smirk, still testing for that normal human reaction to his charm.

She paid him no mind. "Why does your jerk brother want you to go back so badly?" she asked, ever the cop.

"Ugh," Lucifer groaned. "Can we not talk about that buzzkill?" He really hated the wanker. "I believe your not-so-disgusting spawn mentioned sandwiches."

"Satan or not, all men are alike," Chloe observed. "All you can think about is sex and food."

"The best two things Dad created, other than myself of course," Lucifer shot back, glad that the detective was finally back to her intriguing self. That comment earned him an actual laugh.


Lucifer strolled into Lux, feeling very content. Detective Decker had come to terms with what he was, she hadn't directly shot down his partner idea, and those little sandwiches were truly delightful. Perhaps it was because of his elevated spirits, but he swore he could hear an actual record scratch when he entered the main part of the club only to find another one of his angelic asshole brothers. "Seriously? I'm having a good day, despite having already seen Amenadiel twice, and then you have to flap in and ruin it!" He knew he was whining, but really? Two angels in one day? And it was really such a good day.

"Brother," the offending angel said, voice flat and unemotional. Lucifer suspected they did that on purpose. If his brothers let even a peep of emotion into their voices, he would know how much he bothered them and that would be just too much fun. Sighing dramatically, Lucifer altered his original path and headed for the bar, making sure to leave a wide gap between himself and his unwelcome guest. "Hello, Raphael," he said, trying to sound annoyingly cheerful but still only managing petulant. He poured the whiskey and immediately knocked it back. "Tell me, what have I done to earn the joy of seeing two of you in one day?"

The tall, auburn haired angel approached the bar. "Amenadiel couldn't convince you, so here I am."

Lucifer stared. Without looking away from Raphael, he poured another drink and quickly downed it as well. "Why do you think you'll be any more successful? Or that anyone will be?"

"Please, brother. I still believe you can see reason," Raphael implored. Lucifer gave a fake gasp. "You really believe that, too," he said, setting the glass on the counter with a bang. "I'm the one who's being reasonable, bro. Tell me, would you want to go back to hell?"

"No, I wouldn't, but hell is where you belong. It's your punishment, not mine. Please, Lucifer," Raphael begged, reaching a hand out to his brother. "If Father meant for you to be there, then there must be a reason."

He didn't think this was something that really happened, but Lucifer's jaw dropped and his eyes bugged. "Reason?" he whispered. "Reason? The REASON is that dear old Dad created us to be his children, but left out the main ingredient, reserved only for humans! FREE WILL! Reason? The only reason I got tossed into the pit is because Father is ashamed that he SCREWED UP!" Lucifer's chest was heaving, his voice having reached decibels beyond human capability. Raphael, one of the great archangels, had actually backed away from him in fear. "I only want for everyone to do what they're supposed to," he said, eyes wide. "That way we can all be happy-"

"Get. Out," Lucifer hissed, eyes narrowed to slits. Seconds later the angel was gone. The third drink he had poured sometime during his rant was boiling in his hand. He slammed it down, then put both palms on the cool bar top and bent his neck. He was still breathing hard.

"That was sexy," a low voice said. Lucifer looked up to see Maze slinking down the stairs, dark eyes fixed on him. He took a deep breath. "That was bloody annoying, that was," he said. "You know what's worse? I think he actually believed what he said. Git."

"So how did your house call go?" Maze asked, coming around him to clean up the mess his bubbling whiskey made on the bar. He knew she only cared because she hoped Chloe hated him. His evil little Mazikeen.

"Really well, thanks," he grinned. She huffed. "You just got lucky. Any other mortal would never speak to you again."

His good mood was back in spades. "Ah, but she's not just any mortal. She's different, strange. After she saw my angelic brother beat my ass, we had triangle shaped sandwiches. Who'd've thought?" he said, really wanting to laugh at Maze's face but unwilling to have her give him the cold shoulder all night.
"Sandwich triangles?" she spat. "Next you'll be wearing an apron that says 'kiss the cook.' That detective has gone and tamed the devil."

"Oh darling," he purred. "You know better than anyone how impossible that is."

Maze rolled her eyes to try and hide her grin. She could never stay mad at him. "I thought you were off until later," she said.

"As I apparently have nothing better to do than be abused by my brothers, I figured I might as well do it here," he answered. Lucifer took the fresh drink she handed him and made his way to the piano. Music was always something he admired the humans for. There was just something about the way it spoke to the soul.


Lucifer sat at the piano all night, barely mingling with his guests. Regulars could tell that this was one of those nights – some nights he just needed to play. At the moment he was playing one of his own pieces, something that had popped into his head after first meeting Detective Decker. His eyes were closed and his fingers moved across the keys gracefully as he immersed himself in the moment. Usually, his senses were as sharp as one would expect for an immortal being such as himself, but absorbed as he was, he didn't notice Chloe until she put a trembling hand on his shoulder. He avoided jumping, but just barely.

"Hello, detective," he smiled. "Couldn't get enough of me today?" He turned around in the seat to face her and felt his heart drop. Chloe's face was pale yet her eyes were bloodshot and ringed in purple. She had apparently been crying, and when the light flashed just right he could see that her eyes were still shiny with tears.

"Chloe, what's wrong?" he asked, already angry at whoever made her cry.

"Lucifer." Her voice was wobbly and more terrified than it had even been when she knew she was face to face with the devil. "Someone…Trixie is gone." Her breath hitched on her daughter's name. It was as if the floor had disappeared from beneath him and he was descending back into the inferno. Someone dared to take his detective's child? He knew his eyes were blazing red with hellfire, his rage building up from somewhere deep inside. To his satisfaction, Chloe did not recoil or begin to cry. Instead, she seemed comforted by his rage. Her grip on his shoulder tightened and she looked him right in the eyes. "Will you help?"

"Oh yes, dear detective," he answered. "It will be my pleasure."