A/N: Thank you all for reading, reviewing, favoriting, and alerting! This picks up immediately after the last chapter.

The ride was uncomfortably quiet, Chloe deep in thought and Lucifer unsure if him speaking would make it better or worse. He stole glances whenever he could but she never moved, her head leaning back and eyes staring out into the night, brows barely furrowed. Pulling up to her house he exited the car and escorted her to her front door, hands in his pockets and shoulders hunched.

He was trying to make himself look smaller, more unassuming Chloe recognized; less of a threat. What were his intentions? Did he seriously just come here as a vacation from Hell like he had always claimed or was there something else? A darker purpose and if so how was she involved? "Why me?"

Lucifer, who had been staring down at the wooden planks beneath their feet, lifted his head. His brows shot up, head cocking a bit. "For what?"

Chloe licked her lips and swallowed, her mouth and throat dry. "Why did you choose to hang around me rather than anyone else?"

That was an unexpected question from someone that just realized the Devil was real and standing right in front of them. "Because you fascinate me, I can't bend you to my will like everyone else. I was curious about the reason."

"What's the reason?"

He shrugged and a ghost of a smile appeared on his lips. "I still have no idea. You seem to break every single rule pertaining to me." His eyes fell to her stomach. "Obviously."

She didn't know why she was standing here talking to him, not grabbing her gun and putting him down but she needed to know more. She laughed humorlessly, her smile tight. "Your brother said he was an angel and Maze is apparently a demon."

"Mostly true," he agreed. "Little more to Maze than that but her story's not of import right now. Amenadiel is an angel, I was -am an angel. Sort of."

Chloe moved to the other side of the porch and dropped down onto a chair, relieved Lucifer didn't follow and stayed a safe distance away. "Your eyes were red. Glowing red. Then I thought I saw something else but it was fast, like red skin or something."

When she looked at him he asked, "Is there a question there?"

"I don't know," she sighed deeply, leaning back and staring out into the dark. "I didn't believe in the Devil until tonight and now I'm thinking of everything I've ever heard and it's all terrible. That you're the one that causes bad things to happen, that you make people do bad things. That you created sin."

"No," he replied stiffly and firmly, stopping himself before spitting it out harshly. "I don't cause things to happen anymore than anyone else, it's the human that commits the act then they blame me." He scoffed bitterly, "Everything's my fault you see, because it's easier to blame some faceless boogie-man than take responsibility for yourself or your actions." Gently he added, "I did create sin, not ashamed of that one, but I'm not evil. I punish evil."

"Your brother said that too."

At this he looked surprised. "Well he's sure changed his tune as of late."

Silence blanketed them once again and Chloe held her stomach. "Your brother said Luken's not fully human, that there's angel in him."

"Really?" Lucifer excitedly smiled before clearing his throat and schooling his features when Chloe glared. "There was a possibility," he finished evenly.

"Why didn't you tell me?" she spat, anger filling her, confusion and hurt on her face. "You had to know."

He pursed his lips and leaned against the beam next to try stairs, feet automatically crossing at the ankles. "I didn't know. I can't do quite a few things since I removed my wings. I admit I was a bit shortsighted in that context but no regrets."

"The scars-" Chloe whispered, "They're real." It bothered her more than it should that he had severed his wings, that an angel had done that to themselves. "You really had Maze cut off your wings. Why?"

This was getting uncomfortably personal very quickly and he ran his tongue along his gums to try to remove the bitterness the question had caused. "To spite my father."

"God."

"Yes, dear old dad." Pulling his keys from his pocket and swinging them around his pointer finger he took a step back and glanced at his car. "Well I'll leave you to your thoughts," he offered, hoping this wasn't the last time he'd see her. "If you need anything you can pray to Amenadiel but there shouldn't be anymore demons showing up, Maze is looking in to how they're escaping. She'll take care of it."

He rubbed the back of his head and moved down the steps and out onto the lawn. "No need to worry Detective, if it's what you wish you'll never see me again."

Chloe winced at the use of her professional title, it suddenly sounding so impersonal. She didn't want Lucifer to leave, she wanted the Devil to leave but they were the same person, something she was going to have to deal with. With a sigh she walked in to the house and after locking the door and listening to him leave made her way upstairs.

At the top landing she paused by the closed door to the spare bedroom, which was now the nursery, and bit her lip. The Devil had been her child's interior decorator. Grabbing the handle since she had to look she pushed the door open slowly and flicked on the light. A smile split her cheeks and she laughed softly, the Devil had good taste. Dark furniture, no dog crates in sight, and an overall feel of luxury without being over the top. There were no primary colors in sight and the bedding was solid in color, no little happy cartoonish creatures anywhere. It was sophisticated, dark, and him. She liked it.

Moving to the leather chair in the corner she sat down and rocked herself back and forth, her toes pushing against the carpet. What was the correct protocol here? Did she just ignore the fact her partner was literally Satan and keep on with her life or did she remove him and pray to a God she didn't previously believe in to protect her from the Devil?

A laugh bubbled out of her when she thought of all the names she had come up with, he had been right, the Devil's child couldn't be named Andy. Would the baby come out evil? She supposed most likely not seeing as everyone kept saying that the Devil wasn't evil, just punished it. It was a different reality than the one everyone thought was correct. Lucifer had never denied or lied about what he was, had only harmed those he felt were truly despicable, had never been anything but a good, though oblivious, man with a very skewed view of the world which now made sense. He was so ignorant at times she almost had to believe he was faking it but looking back he really had no idea about things because he wasn't from here, his intelligence was unparalleled but his common sense was nonexistent.

She supposed it really boiled down to two questions, did she fear Lucifer and did she trust him? Instinctually she didn't fear him in the slightest, he hadn't ever gave her reason to but her brain kept telling her that the Devil was evil and she needed to stay away. As for trust, she had relied on him before and he had never let her down. It couldn't have all been an act, if it were why wouldn't he have just done whatever nefarious things he wanted to this evening when it was just the two of them on the porch? Not to mention he saved her life and almost lost his in the process this evening.

No, this was Lucifer and that was it. His name just had a deeper meaning now. Grabbing her phone from her back pocket she paused before dialing, curious about something. Setting it down on the armrest she placed her hands together and looked at the ceiling, feeling foolish. "Um, Amenadiel? Ugh I feel stupid," she groaned but continued. "If you see Lucifer could you tell him I'd like to talk to him? Um, thanks. Over and out." Dropping her hands she shook her head and rose to walk to her room to get ready for bed, today had been one for the books. Yelling caught her attention and she looked out her bedroom window to see Amenadiel and Lucifer heatedly arguing, the Devil shoving him and yelling while Amenadiel tried to strangle him. Definitely brothers.

"Lucifer?" Chloe shouted down, both men -angels- stopping and looking up.

Taking advantage of the distraction Amenadiel disappeared, Lucifer letting out a frustrated scream. "You fucking coward!" he shouted to the clouds before moving his attention to the window. "My brother said you wished to speak with me?"

"Yeah, how did you just get here?" she wondered.

He motioned to his shoulders; "I was accosted without explanation by my brother and flown here against my will in a bridal carry. It was very unpleasant."

Chloe grinned, he looked so perturbed. "So you can't fly?"

"Can you?"

"No."

"Well there you go, no wings no flight," he groused, waving his arm. "Are we going to have an entire conversation like this because if so at least let me get a chair."

She had to laugh, this wasn't what anyone pictured when they read the bible. "I'll let you in." Trotting down the steps she swung open the door and let him in, hating that she felt unease start to appear at his close proximity and the enclosed space. Apparently he noticed it because as soon as he was in the house he moved away from her, walking all the way to the far kitchen wall.

"Did you need something?" he asked hesitantly.

Chloe swung the door shut and moved to the opposite side of the room, needing the space. "No I just wanted to talk to you, about everything."

"Very well."

Her hands lifted to her stomach and rested on top of the large bump, idly moving back and forth. "Thank you for saving me tonight and for the nursery, it looks really good."

He nodded once, sticking his hands in his pockets and running his tongue along the inside of his cheek. "Interesting opener but you're welcome."

Chloe took in a deep breath, or as deep as she could with the baby taking up so much space. "I'm trying to figure out what I'm supposed to do here, or say and I really don't know. You'd never hurt me."

"Never," he repeated, relief flooding him that she had stated instead of asked it.

"Amenadiel said the baby may have 'abilities', what does that mean?"

Lucifer leaned against the wall. "Well, angels can do certain things that humans of course cannot. I'm immortal, I used to be invincible until recently for a reason I've yet to figure out. There's telekinesis, quick reflexes, increased strength, a plethora of other things. Amenadiel can heal people and bring them back from the dead. Uriel can bore people to death," he finished with a smile.

"Why did you fall?" she asked.

Lucifer paled instantly, lips parting in surprise. "I- I didn't," he managed to rasp. Stronger he explained further. "I was cast out by my father, for challenging his authority. He damned me to rule over Hell and punish mortal souls for eternity."

Chloe realized two things in this moment. One, Lucifer was much more vulnerable than she ever thought he could be. He looked doubtful, insecure, and hurt and it broke her heart to think about what had transpired. She knew there had to be more to the story but she wasn't getting it tonight, what it sounded like was he had been abandoned as a child and left to fend for himself. Angel or not it was terrible. The second thing was that Lucifer answered her despite his obvious discomfort. He was putting himself out there to earn her trust, what he didn't realize was that he already had it. "Seems harsh."

He looked up from the floor and chuckled softly. "I thought so too. No one else did, they all just watched him do it. Mum, Amenadiel, Uriel." His eyes darkened when his jaw ticked. "My own mother just stood there and let it happen. Didn't try to stop it, to defend me. Just let him toss me out like yesterday's rubbish."

She felt her heart clench at his words. What had he done that was so terrible that his own mother and father disowned him? "What's Heaven like?"

"Boring."

She began to laugh and shook her head, rubbing her hands down her face. "You said you'd never lie to me so answer me this, is this really you? You're not some evil thing that destroys people and attacks Heaven. You're really just a guy that got sick of his job and took an extended vacation?"

He had out his arms, a wry grin on his honest face. "This is me, I have no reason to act any differently and I loathe charlatans. Not evil, don't destroy lives, do and have attacked Heaven when they're pissing me off." He wrung his hands together and finally crossed his arms. "I got sick of Hell, I wanted a break. Then once I got here I decided I liked it and recently I became sure I never wanted to leave."

Chloe tilted her head. "Why?"

"Because I fell in love with you."