Chapter 2: Coffee and worried friends

Lucifer wakes up to the noise of someone using his coffee maker. The reason why it confuses him is that he couldn't remember that he had an overnight guest. Also, he or she would still be far too blissed-out to get up and make coffee. That was his thing, he makes them breakfast and coffee.

Grumpy from being awake for no reason, he takes his morning gown and enters the living area. On the sofa lies a blanket and something that looked like police case files. Lucifer looks at the bar and finds Chloe watching him. He hadn't notice her, a bad sign, and why was she even here? She brought him home ... right, that was yesterday.

He takes a deep breath and slips on his normal attitude, the mask he shows her most time. "Good morning detective, why didn't you join me last night? The bed is far more comfortable then the sofa and we could have had a bit of fun." Chloe's eye brown rise by the last part of his comment.

"How are you feeling?" Yeah, so much for distraction, that didn't work.

"I'm fine detective no worries."

"Yes, of course." He definitely saw the eye roll as she turns away for the coffee. She places a cup in front of him; he takes a sip and doesn't find the expected coffee.

"What's this? It tastes horrible, what did you do to the coffee maker?"

"Nothing, the coffee is fine." She takes a sip of her cup, which doesn't contain the same contents as his cup. "You have tea, it's good for you. Linda called, she will come over later this morning. You missed your last two appointments with her and she was worried." As Lucifer looked at her, not believing what he hears, she continues. "I have to go to work and I don't feel comfortable with you being alone. Your still pale, you wobble on your feet and your hands are shaking."

She was right, he finds his hands shaking like he was freezing. "But I'm okay, really. I can't get sick."

Another roll of her eyes, "Yes you are fine. But sit down on the sofa with your tea before you fall over." Lucifer does as he was told, stunned because he was already tired again. He let Chloe mother hen him a bit while she takes her bag and leaves.

Lucifer was far too deep in his thoughts to notice her leaving or the doctor arriving.

Something was terribly wrong with him, there was no other explanation for his exhausted state, the blurry memories and the sourness in his body.

Chloe was maybe a bit too harsh, but Lucifer looked worse than the day before. He couldn't stay on his feet for more than ten minutes. She had to tell him to sit down, as he wouldn't notice that his legs will give up on him the next second. She hates to leave him alone, but Linda promised to be there in an hour.

At the station she tries to focus on her work and the open case, but her thoughts wander back to Lucifer every few minutes. There was one question, when did it start?"

"Lucifer, are you listening to me?" Linda watches him as he finally rose out of his headspace. Tired eyes, bloodshot and with dark bags under them look at her. Relieved to get at least his attention, she offered him a smile, "Would you like another cup of tea?" He looked down at the empty cup he was holding as if he couldn't remember that he had drank it.

"Water would be lovely." In her offered hand he places the cup. "How long ... I mean when did the detective leave?"

"An hour ago, maybe you should go back to bed or you could go to a doctor." She returns with a glass of water that was emptied the next second. "Before you start, I mean a doctor for your physical condition, as I´m not that kind of doctor." Lucifer shuts his mouth again. Her answer addressing exactly what he wanted to ask.

"I can´t go to a human doctor, what would they do with me? I´m the devil, I have an extra pair of limbs more than the normal patient. Anyways, the devil doesn't get sick. It has to be something else."

"When did it start?" He couldn't be sure, but after the weekend he was often asked by Chloe about his wellbeing.

"Sometime after the weekend or on the weekend." Thinking back, there was this huge party in Lux but he wasn't there because he had gone out with the detective. It was about a case … The case with the crazy monks that thought they are praying to him, as in Satan. These people who think they could justify what they were doing by saying it was in his name … They had somehow accepted him as the real thing. Thinking about it, they did something to him.

"Bloody monks, they will pay for this." Lucifer rises from the sofa and blacks out the next second. That Linda tries to catch him and attempts soften fall to the floor wasn't notice by the devil anymore. The last feeling he could name was his back itching and the uncomfortable pulling of his wings that wanted to be set free.