Chapter 6: Not reachable without Wings
Chloe sits on the sofa, mulling things oververy strange combination of feelings mix inside of her. The whole "God is real" to "my partner is dying in the other room" to "he is the devil and she has no way in helping him" flew through her thoughts. Linda tried her best to explain it to her but ended up with giving her a glass filled with whiskey to calm her down, not that it was helping. The whiskey was something Lucifer would do; drinking to forget his worries and to silence fear and sadness, but it wasn't helping, not this time. Deciding that she can think about all the religious stuff later, she finally found her voice again to ask Linda the only important question.
"What can we do to help him?"
Linda looked to the floor. "We don't know yet, Amenadiel thinks that it has something to do with your last case, the one with the cult but he hadn't had time to find out anything about it."
"You mean the guys that worship Lucifer, right? The one we arrested is still in the station, we could ask him." Chloe offers without knowing if it will be any use but doing nothing wasn't her thing.
"I know what we need, and it is unreachable for any of us." Amenadiel stands in the doorway. He looked more tired like Chloe had never seen him before.
"What do you mean? Is there a cure for him?" Linda asked hopeful.
The former angel nods. "But it is safely stored in the Silver City."
Chloe was confused. "With Silver City, you mean Heaven, right?" He nods again. "But then you can get it, you are Lucifer's brother, you must be an angel! You can fly with you wings upstairs or however that works."
A new wave of anger appears on Amenadiel´s face followed by regret. "Chloe I was an angel, I'm fallen. I have no wings that could carry me across dimensions." All three sit on the sofa following their own thoughts.
Until Lucifer's voice makes them all jump out of it. "I can fly. My wings might be black and poisoned but they are still there. I can fly." Three pair of doubting eyes watches Lucifer as he walks over to the closest surface (in this case the piano) for support while talking about flying anywhere with a passenger.
"Luci, you should rest." Amenadiel stands up to push his brother back to bed where he had left him to rest a half an hour ago.
"No, it won't get better. I will only getting weaker with every minute we wait."
Silence filled the room. They all felt the desperation in Lucifer's voice as if he had accepted what is happening, but didn't give up on living. "At least let me try."
"Luci, even if you can get to the Silver City, you won't be able to enter. You are banned forever." Amenadiel tries to reason with Lucifer, because no one thought he would be able to fly with or without passenger.
"I will not die because of same bloody spell humans cast on me." His eyes met Chloe's for the first time and he freezes. His pain-filled mind hadn't notice the new guest until now.
"Hey Lucifer." She waits to see if he would answer or stay in his state of shock, "You think you will be able to fly upstairs together with your brother?" The devils eyes wander between Chloe and Amenadiel and back. "Lucifer?"
"Yes. Yes detective I'm sure I can fly. I won't guarantee my condition when we arrive but I will bring us to the gates of heaven."
Chloe nods, she feels his commitment. Lucifer would do it even if it cost his last breath. "Good, then you should get ready." Chloe looks at Amenadiel who nods. No one would be able to stop him.
"Right lets go." He half carries his brother to the balcony. Out in the open the black wings appear another hand-full of feathers fall to the ground. They get only a sorrowful look from the devil as he hugs Amenadiel around his chest.
Lucifer opens his wings and flaps then, once, twice and bends his knees. With a powerful flap to lift them both up, Lucifer starts his flight. The wind that appears make the women back in the apartment turn away. As the wind was gone they didn't find an empty balcony. There were still two angels standing there, looking confused.
"It's not working; something holds you down onto this plane of existence. Why?" Lucifer asks Amenadiel who had lost all color of his face.
"What should we do now?"