After speaking with Lucifer, Chloe decided to spend some additional time trying to sate her curiosity and find out more about Oriel. Without Trixie's assistance, she researched and read every story, myth, and legend she could find on the terms fae, aos sí, and fair folk. Chloe also made a half-hearted attempt at trying to track down Oriel's personal history, but without a full name the search wasn't going far and the detective was certain that Lucifer would provide no further assistance on that particular subject either.

A few days after giving up on her search, Chloe was startled by a knock at the door of her house. It was the weekend and she wasn't expecting anyone.

"Come in," Chloe said to the fire-haired fae after opening the door. She did her best to not show her shock at seeing Oriel standing there. "Lucifer didn't say you were in town."

"I didn't tell him I was coming. Bothering Lucifer over something he sees as a trivial matter is never a good idea; he can be a bit short-tempered," Oriel told her. As much as she wanted to question Chloe and be on her way, Oriel, unlike Lucifer, was willing to be polite and engage in small talk when necessary. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything."

"Not at all, I was just cleaning up a bit after lunch," Chloe answered cheerfully and put down a dish towel. "I don't think Lucifer would get angry with you. He treats you with a bit more courtesy than everyone else."

"You're giving both of us too much credit. Trust me – we've had some thunderous arguments over the years. Right now, I've become no fun – a thorn in the side of his devil-may-care attitude and he wouldn't hesitate to lash out at me," Oriel assured her with a nod.

"You're selling yourself short," Chloe said after a short pause and then changed the subject. "Anyway, I'm glad you stopped by. I wanted to apologize for the way I acted a few weeks ago."

"For thinking I'm delusional – which I'm not by the way," Oriel said sharply with a small smile as she eagerly awaited Chloe's reaction and response. "Apology accepted." Lucifer had been correct; she did enjoy seeing the effect of blunt honesty on others.

"Maybe I was wrong. You seem sincere in your answers and Lucifer says you are what you say; then again he won't say more than that," Chloe said slowly noticing the tone in Oriel's voice. "He said I should ask you directly about yourself and your powers."

"Chloe, no matter what I say or do, you will find a way to explain it away. Whether you chalk it up to a trick of the light, a sleight of hand, or an elaborate lie, you will choose to believe the mundane logical answer you have come up with – even if it isn't the truth," Oriel told the detective not at all surprised by Lucifer's response to Chloe. The fae knew this was his way of baiting her without being present himself. "Sometimes I forget how things have changed."

"Things have changed?" the detective inquired with a puzzled look on her face.

"There was a time my hair color alone could get me branded as a witch, without my doing anything," Oriel replied as she looked directly at Chloe. "Once they saw my eyes and really looked at me…let's just say that there were a whole lot of people who weren't sure if they wanted to kill me or capture me."

"It appears you've managed to avoid both," Chloe said deciding to humor Oriel for the moment and not challenge her words.

"I succeeded in not allowing myself to be killed and I haven't been imprisoned in quite a while," Oriel stated quietly. The words were uttered with such solemnity that Chloe stopped to look intently at the red-haired woman. The cop in her knew that there was truth behind what Oriel had just told her.

"If you can take yourself anywhere, how did they catch you?" Chloe asked Oriel in a voice usually used for interrogation, thinking she had finally tripped up the other woman with her own words.

"Twelve years old was a child back then too, Chloe. I wasn't as strong or as smart as I am now," Oriel somberly told her. "Over the years, I learned to better defend and protect myself and I was taught a few things regarding superstitions versus reality along the way."

As she was speaking, Trixie ran out of her room, "Oriel! You're back, now you can braid my hair – you promised," the child said happily.

Oriel glanced over at Chloe who was watching warily. The fae had noticed the change in the detective's expression when Trixie mentioned braids. "They do come out," Oriel said doing her best to sound nonchalant.

"What does?" Chloe asked thinking she had concealed her feelings well. "Please have a seat."

"The braids," Oriel stated with a hard glance at the cop as she took a seat in the kitchen.

"I wasn't worried about that," Chloe protested in hopes of changing the other's mind. "Trixie, Oriel can braid your hair later when we're finished talking."

"The look on your face said otherwise. I doubt braids and aos sí are not something regularly discussed at a police station, so I will assume you saw something somewhere about that whole elf-lock thing. Trust me, I've got much better things to do than knot hair," Oriel said calmly after the little girl went back into her room with a satisfied smile.

"I may have Googled a little," Chloe replied not meeting the others' eyes. "That's an internet search; you do know about the internet?"

"I'm well aware of Google," Oriel answered and stifled further harsh words. "With Lucifer holding his tongue, I would try to find all the information on fair folk I could too, if I was in your position. I assume you did the same thing with Lucifer when you first met."

"I did; I didn't find much on him and even less for you," Chloe admitted sheepishly. Though she would never admit it aloud, Oriel's cool frankness threw the detective off her game. "Should I apologize again?"

"For being curious? No. "However, I do wish you would listen to what I am telling you and stop writing me off as crazy," Oriel stated emphatically and then added, "There is no reason for me to lie to you."

"I will try," Chloe told her and looked Oriel directly in the eyes. The detective had to admit that Oriel's eyes seemed to catch the light more than any other eyes she had ever seen, and the pupils seemed a bit strange too. "Do you mind if I ask you more questions? I have been wanting to since you were waiting for Lucifer outside of Lux, but he always interrupts."

"He takes great delight in being the devil," Oriel said with an amused chuckle. "You can ask but you may not like the answers."

"I think I can handle it," the detective told her plainly.

"I don't," the fae answered and pushed her bangs away from her eyes. "I tend to speak plainly and not sugar coat things."

"So I've noticed," Chloe assured her. The detective thought for a moment on how to proceed. She was curious about Oriel and her past, but Chloe was also very curious about Lucifer, too. In the end Chloe's curiosity about Lucifer won out for the time being.

"Why doesn't Lucifer affect you like other people, especially women?" the cop asked. This question had been on her mind since first seeing the pair together.

"Well, I'm not human," Oriel said plainly with raised eyebrows. "I can feel the pull of his powers a bit but his whole deepest desire thing amuses me more than it draws me in. From the time we first met, I have never hidden anything from him so it's an exercise in futility on his part. He still insists on trying though."

"Lucifer said he wasn't human and immortal too, but then he bled and felt pain like everyone else when he was shot. Will you?" Chloe said a bit sarcastically.

"Despite recent events, he isn't human and is still mostly immortal as far as I can tell," Oriel explained slowly hoping to make a point. "Will I bleed, probably, but I will heal faster than humanly possible. It shouldn't kill me, at least I don't think I will; I've never been shot and I'm not about to ask you or anyone else to shoot me just to see what will happen."

"At least you're sensible," Chloe said off-handedly.

"It's in his nature to be reckless and headstrong," the fae told her with a smile. "Lucifer's never had to worry about bleeding or feeling pain, so him asking to be shot isn't as much of a leap as you think it is."

"So, you heal faster and you seem to be able to come and go wherever you want, whenever you want without normal transportation," Chloe said changing course in her questions.

"I can come and go whenever I want – without a plane, train, or automobile," Oriel stated boldly. She then added sarcastically, "It comes in handy when you don't have a credit card."

Chloe looked at her and smiled, "Yes, I noticed. Anything else you care to share?"

"I don't get sick; I don't get old," Oriel added with a smile sure that those facts would have Chloe's mind spinning.

"You were always this age you are now?" Chloe asked with a quizzical look on her face. "I thought you said you were abandoned?"

"I didn't spring fully formed from the head of Zeus or anyone else," said the red-haired woman. "I was a baby – a child; somewhere, the aging just stopped. It's a bit different for all of us."

"And Lucifer?" the detective inquired.

"Lucifer isn't aos sí," Oriel stated sharply. "He's pretty much looked that way from the moment of his creation."

"Pretty much?" Chloe pressed.

"He's actually more beautiful; more handsome; however you want to put it," Oriel explained with a nod of emphasis. "He's dulled himself down a bit since he decided to stay."

"That is hard to believe," Chloe said to Oriel with a shake of her head. "And, it must be nice to have all these perks."

"Chloe, the beauty, the power, the immortality – it all has a price," Oriel assured her seriously and decided that she was finished with the detective's questions for the time being. "Can I braid Trixie's hair now? She's been waiting a while."

Chloe called Trixie out of her room. The child led Oriel over to the sofa and sat down. Oriel sat down next to her with a smile and took out the girl's pigtails.

"Do you need a comb?" Chloe said from where she stood in the kitchen watching.

"No," Oriel answered. "I'm good."

As Oriel deftly parted the child's hair and started braiding it, Chloe walked over and watched. She was amazed as she watched the other woman's skilled fingers weaving strands of hair into an intricate design. A short time later both sides were complete and with the help of some small mirrors, Chloe was able to show Trixie her new hairdo. The girl also convinced her mother to take a few photos with her phone.

"Wow," Trixie exclaimed in awe. "I love it. Send a picture to Dad and Lucifer."

"Okay," Chloe told her daughter as she sent a photo over to Dan. "I sent one to your Dad, but Lucifer doesn't have a phone."

"Why doesn't he have a phone?" Trixie wondered aloud. "He's a grown up."

"Probably because carrying it would ruin the line of his suits," Oriel said with a laugh. Upon hearing the fae's statement Chloe joined in the laughter.

"You're good with children. After seeing Lucifer around her, it's a bit of a shock," Chloe said to Oriel. "Did the two of you ever …?"

"Have a child?" Oriel said finishing the detective's question. Chloe nodded and waited for an answer. "Aside from the fact that Lucifer and children don't mix well, as you have noticed, I'm pretty sure that's not allowed. It also wouldn't be good for humankind in general," Oriel assured her.

"Not allowed and not good for humankind?" Chloe repeated not understanding.

Oriel nodded in response and went on to change the subject, finally posing her own question at last. "Has Lucifer mentioned anything to you again about being watched?"

"He hasn't said anything, but I haven't asked him outright either?" Chloe answered content to the leave the previous subject alone for the time being.

Oriel decided not to leave the area immediately after speaking with Chloe. She went to the beach and spent time just walking along the shore and gazing out across the ocean. "The sea air always does such things to your hair," Oriel said aloud.

"The truth finally emerges; I learn why you like to meet by the water," Lucifer replied as he walked up behind her. "And here I thought it was because you liked nature."

"I don't remember telling you to meet me here…or telling you anything at all, for that matter," she replied with a sideways glance as he stood next to her.

"You didn't. I managed to find you all by myself…despite a touch of mortality," he said with grandeur. "What? No look of shock and astonishment?"

"Did you wake up on the wrong side of the porn star? You're more acerbic than usual," she asked with mock seriousness.

Lucifer smiled at her answer. "I did expect some response from you, especially since you were a tad bit concerned. And there is no wrong side of a porn star."

"Lucifer, I'm happy to hear you did it all by yourself. You're like the little devil that could," Oriel replied her eyes sparkling. She had always enjoyed their banter.

"I'm learning so much today," he said in a teasing tone. "You like what the ocean air does to my hair and you prefer me at full strength." Lucifer then turned around and started walking the way he came.

"Of course; it's always good when you can keep up with me," Oriel laughed as she walked along side of him. As he turned his head to look at her, his eyes blazed with red fire. When they reached his car he motioned for her to get in.

"Let me drive," she entreated as she stood outside the black Corvette.

"No," Lucifer answered shortly and decisively as he sat down in the driver's seat.

"You don't mind when I have my hands on your other machinery," she said plainly with a glare and angry look.

"When is the last time you drove a car, Oriel?" he inquired calmly.

"It's been a while," she said with a shrug.

Lucifer said nothing in return but shook his head negatively.

"Pity; the things I could make this engine do," Oriel answered with pointed glance and finally sat down next to him.