Disclaimer: If I did own Lucifer, at least I'd know what's happening after tonight's episode.
Characters: Maze
A/N: Season 1, what I figured was going on.
What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger
He was slipping away from her.
He had been slipping for quite some time before, too, but she had effectively convinced herself she was imagining things, that he was still his usual, drifting, unsteady self, that he was still the same person she'd come here with.
But now she tried and failed to keep lying to herself.
He was slipping away from her, slipping just through her fingers.
She'd once been sure of his lust for her and behind that lust, she had felt sure to see affection. It was somewhat worrying, but it was a continuous high, too, to imagine she'd have that effect on someone so perfect. On someone divine. She relished that feeling, she kindled that feeling, because it made her feel more alive.
He was slipping through her fingers and, only now that she was clawing at nothing, only now she knew that all this time, he hadn't been the one developing feelings for her.
It had been the other way around the whole time.
Even though she was his second in command, all things considered, that was all that she was: Just one of his toys, a slave to obey his every command, and there was no getting out of it. The only thing to do was hardening herself: Humans were feeble, frail things, but maybe, just maybe, hopefully, this saying they had might be true: What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger.
If she hadn't felt so miserable, she'd have laughed bitterly at the irony...
It's never the Devil who falls – he has his demons for this.
And so she was: Clawing at nothing while she was falling, ever falling, falling even more in love with him.
A/N: I'd like to know whether you'd rather I'd end this collection with Fluff or Angst – there's still my last canon-divergence to come, but one more slot is free. Please let me know.