Authors Note: Thanks guys! So glad you're all enjoying this, (even if you don't want to) lol

I've got to say I have struggled with this chapter, re written parts numerous times, and thought about tossing my lap top out the window lol that's how much it annoyed me. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it! More Lucifer whump, you have been warned ;)

Also I wasn't sure if Lucifer' mom has a name yet? So I chose Layla as it means Night in arabic ;)

Chloe lost track of how long she stood there, her jacket was saturated in Lucifer's blood, but it finally seemed to be slowing. She pulled the material back and cringed at the angry looking wound. She wasn't sure if it was infected, she just knew she needed to get him help. Chloe raised her free hand to Lucifer's face and cupped his cheek, his scratchy stubble tickling her palm. He was warm, not overly hot, but not what she thought was an acceptable temperature. His head was dipped forward, chin resting against his chest, and she could hear a worrying rattle every time he inhaled.

"I don't know if you can hear me and I know I don't have the slightest clue what's going on here, but Lucifer," she paused, her fingers trailing gently down his cheek. "I promise, I'm going to get you out of here."

"That's very touching." Azazel stood at the door watching. He was smiling again and Chloe found it disturbing, it reminded her of a deranged mental patient she'd arrested a few years back for murder and it was really starting to give her the creeps.

"Leave him alone," she said, sounding more confident than she felt.

He stepped inside the room, leaving the door open as if taunting her. His narrowed gaze never wavering from hers.

Chloe moved in front of Lucifer to protect him from this pshyco. She couldn't bare to see the man she'd come to care about be hurt anymore than he already had. This sicko would have to go through her first.

Azazel stopped a few feet away, his dark gaze flicked between the Devil and the human. He scoffed, a human woman standing guard in front of Lucifer. How the mighty had fallen. He was going to enjoy breaking the Angel that took everything from him. Now wasn't the time though, he knew that. He could hear Lucifer's erratic heartbeat, the rattle in his chest and was certain that if he did anything else now that his fun would be over. And that wouldn't do. He needed to drag this out. It wasn't just Lucifer that he was punishing by doing this, it was the Devil's mother he was getting back at.

They'd been planning this for hundreds of years. Ever since Lucifer left hell the place literally went to - well, hell. Demons fighting for control, each one trying to ascertain their dominance, but none of them ever stuck. That was when he found her, deep in the bowels of hell, locked away in a tomb. They'd made a deal, she'd help him take on the role of the King of Hell, if he got her out of there and back to Earth so that she could deal with her son. It was no easy task. The Devil had made sure the locks were secured by witchcraft of the highest order. Azazel spent many years trying to track down a witch strong enough to break the seal and when he finally did and they fled to Earth, the stupid woman had changed her mind. She wanted to spend time with her children again, had forgotten how much she cared for them. Eons stuck in that cell, with anger her only company had poisoned her mind. When she saw both Lucifer and Amenadiel for the first time in thousands of years, her rage had dwindled. Not gone completely, but not enough to harm them. She was still their mother, and thought they all deserved another chance.

The Demon had stared at her in disbelief. Made her a promise that he would end her son, just like he would end her. Layla has smiled sadly, patting him on the cheek and sauntered away. She didn't think he had the nerve to go up against the Devil, but Azazel was smart, smarter than he was given credit for. He waited, watched and once he realised his master's weakness he had struck. With the help of a witch who supplied the means to keep Lucifer down temporarily, a devils trap and the human, Azazel had managed to do what no other demon or angel had the cohonis to do. Kill the Devil himself.

He winked at the Detective and sauntered out of the room, closing the door behind him with a resounding bang. He had all the time in the world.

And he would savour every second of it.

"-tive?"

Silence.

"C-Chl-oe?"

It took a moment for her fuzzy brain to realise that Lucifer was calling for her. Her eyes snapped open and she pushed herself to her feet. Only stumbling once in her haste to get to him.

"Hey, I'm here." She soothed. Cupping his cheek with her hand, Chloe frowned at the heat emanating from him. "Lucifer, you're burning up." Trying not to let her fear take over, she checked the makeshift bandage she'd managed to put together using her jacket and the sleeves of her top.

"Al-ways am, Det-ective." He tried to joke but truthfully, Lucifer had never felt so wretched. The stab wound throbbed in time with the pounding of his heart, he couldn't draw in a breath without the feeling of red hot pokers stabbing his chest, and the heat building inside of him like a furnace had nothing to do with his demon side. This was all too human. He was going to die from a bloody infection, how pathetic.

Chloe ignored his attempt at finding humour in this situation and bit her lip when she saw the wound. It was red and swollen and she didn't have to touch him to feel the warmth from his injury. It was definitely infected. She started mumbling to herself as she redressed the wound, trying to ignore how he flinched and hissed in pain at her attempted gentle ministrations. They needed clean bandages, antibiotics, and a hospital but Chloe could tell that who ever this man was that had taken them, he wasn't going to let Lucifer go. She'd seen that look before and knew that he only had one goal in mind, he was going to kill her partner. She had to stop him.

"What ev-er you're th-inking, don't." Even though his face was flushed with fever, his eyes were hard and unwavering. "He'll ki-ll you."

She held his face gently in both hands. Her pale eyes filling with tears. "If I don't do anything, you'll die."

"Every-one dies, Detec-tive." He panted heavily, sweat pouring off him as he tried to catch his breath.

She trailed her fingers softly through his damp hair. "Not you." She told him, her voice wavering. "You're the Devil," she exclaimed suddenly. Taking a small step away from him, then twisting around she pointed her finger accusingly at him. "You tell me every damn day, so do something Lucifer! Isn't the Devil supposed to be immortal?" Chloe was almost shouting by the time she finished, and she had to turn away, hiding her face with both hands as she tried to stop her emotions from spiralling out of control. A little late for that, she thought. When she spun back to face him she was surprised to see him smiling sadly at her.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, not knowing what else he could say. It was getting harder and harder to talk and he didn't think an argument with her was the best thing for him right now.

Chloe shook her head and wiped away her tears, sniffling softly. "No, I'm sorry Lucifer. I shouldn't be shouting at you. This isn't your fault."

There was a noise outside the room and both watched the door as it swung open and their host entered with that creepy grin.

"Good to see you're awake, Lucifer." His tone was mocking as he walked toward the fallen angel. "I was afraid I'd done too much damage last time, that would have been a kicker, huh? Don't want to let you get off that easy now do we?"

"W-what do you wan-t, Aza-zel?" he wheezed. Hating how weak and pitiful he sounded.

The Demon laughed. "Oh Lucifer, this is too much. Look at you." He gestured to the injured man, stalking around him like a predator eyeing up it's next meal. "A broken Angel. You're pathetic! What could I possibly want from you other than your death? That would piss Mommy off now, wouldn't it?" Azazel stopped behind his captive, using the same technique the Devil himself used to rattle a victim, it always put them on edge when they couldn't see what was happening behind them.

The Devil's eyes widened at the mention of his mother. "What?" he gasped. Did all of this have something to do with her? He tried to ignore the tremors running though his entire frame and managed to stop himself from twisting around to see what Azazel was up to. He'd taught him this trick and he wouldn't let the lower demon get the better of him. Not that it mattered because he could feel Azazel standing so close to him they were practically touching and then without warning the Demon's fingers were digging into his wounded side.

Lucifer let loose the most agonised howl that Chloe had ever heard in her life. It was so painful that she was tempted to cover her own ears to hide away from the sound, but she couldn't do that to her partner. She rushed forward to put a stop to this inhuman torture, but was knocked back easily by the Demon.

"Ah, ah, Detective. You remember what I said before?" Digging his digits in deeper, he delighted in the sounds of torment being ripped from his master, his pulsing blood coating the Demon's finger tips. He could happily do this for eternity. A thought suddenly came to him. He could do this for the rest of time. If Lucifer died he would be returned to hell and Azazel could continue the torture for as long as he desired. The only downside was not taking care of Layla, but then he had plenty of time to come up with a Plan B for her. Lucifer had always been his main goal. Releasing his iron grip from the Devil's side, he clutched a handful of the Devil's hair and yanked his head backward.

"Stop!" Chloe cried out, tears spilling down her cheeks. Too afraid to move closer in case it led to Lucifer's death.

Lucifer gasped, spitting blood on to the floor, the weight on his chest increasing exponentially and black spots invading his sight. He felt like he was drowning and as much as he twisted and struggled he couldn't escape it.

Azazel's eyes flashed pure black, his lips curling in a fiendish grin. The Devil's throat was bared and in the blink of an eye, his Demon blade was pressing into the soft tissue. One movement would be all it would take, one slight of hand and he could watch his Master choke on his own blood.

Chloe saw her chance to get closer when the psycho diverted his attention to Lucifer. She made it two steps when Azazel suddenly jolted forward, his eyes wide in disbelief. He turned to face the open door when a familiar figure stepped in, Chloe's shoulders sagging in relief. She didn't think she'd ever been more happy to see Lucifer's ninja bartender.

"Maze," she breathed the woman' name like a prayer, and rushed to Lucifer's side.

Maze pulled her knife out of Azazel's back and once satisfied he wouldn't be causing any more trouble she turned to help the Detective. Maze growled deep in her throat, sounding more like an animal in distress when she saw the state Lucifer was left in. Her eyes narrowed, cataloguing every bruise, every cut, every broken bone that had been inflicted on her Devil. He hung limply from the chains, his chin resting on his chest and was wheezing so badly she thought the hell hounds would soon be coming to claim his soul. Glaring at the body resting at her feet, she wished she'd taken her time, all the fun activities she could have planned for him, but that hadn't been possible. She'd reacted on instinct seeing the danger Lucifer was in and killed the one responsible, she'd done her job. Now she just had to take care of her creator.

Chloe felt her panic beginning to overwhelm her as she cupped Lucifer's face with both hands. Blood still dribbling from the various cuts on his face, but that wasn't what was worrying her the most. It was the deathly pallor her partner's skin had taken, despite his rapidly rising fever. A thin gash on his neck was bleeding sluggishly, the Demon blade must have nicked him when Azazel lurched forward, and the terrifying wheezing had been replaced by a horrible gurgling sound. Her own breathing hitched when she saw blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. Chloe turned to Maze in alarm.

"I think his lung has been punctured, he can't breathe."

Chloe didn't have the energy to argue with Maze when she shoved her out of the way in her haste to get to Lucifer.

The demon stopped abruptly, pausing at the edge of the circle, then using her blade she roughly scraped the markings until there was the tiniest gap and stepped over. Azazel must have gotten a pretty powerful witch to make him invulnerable to the Devil's trap. She would enjoy finding out who had helped capture the Devil, and take pleasure in punishing them for their actions.

It took her seconds to release Lucifer from his shackles. One mighty tug and he was falling to the concrete floor. Maze caught him before his body sustained any more damage and lowered him carefully to the ground. She manoeuvred his head on to her lap so that he could breath better, smiling slightly as the horrible gurgling and wheezing eased a little. Maze put pressure on the stomach wound, hoping to slow the amount of blood he was loosing. She lifted her head to stare at the detective, her dark eyes menacing.

"You should go."

Chloe looked at her incredulously. "I'm not going anywhere. We need to get him to a hospital."

"No," the demon said calmly, trailing her fingers through his dark hair. "You need to leave, and then he will start to heal on his own." Maze wished he'd just listened to her when she said it wasn't safe, that something like this could happen because of his infatuation with the Detective.

Decker looked ready to explode, her face turning pink and her hands shaking as she tried to get control of her emotional state. "Stop it! Just stop it, Mazikeen. He's not the Devil and you aren't a demon. So please, just start acting like a normal human being for once and let's get him to -"

Maze had finally had enough. She growled, baring her teeth at the stupid human and flashed her true face, only for a moment but Chloe jumped back in shock, her eyes wide in disbelief.

"No, it's...that's not possible."

Maze scoffed. "You know for a Detective you can be pretty dense. You've seen enough evidence, but because you're puny human mind can't comprehend that there is more out there than you can possibly imagine. Heaven, hell, angels and demons, they're all real, Decker. It's time for you to wake up."

Chloe was speechless, her mouth opening and closing a few times, yet no sound coming out. Her mind was already trying to disregard what she'd just witnessed. Trick of the light. Maybe she had been drugged, or it was simply the stress of the situation. Though deep down she already knew, there were too many instances where she couldn't explain what Lucifer had done. Her stomach clenched painfully at the realisation and she barely had time to turn away before she threw up what little she had in her stomach.

"That's disgusting." Maze looked away, her gaze dropping to the man in her arms. He was shivering, his breathing rapid and shallow. His life force spilling onto the floor beneath them and the heat he was generating was more than enough to make her worry for his survival.

Lucifer blinked sluggishly, trying desperately to recall what happened. His unfocused gaze softening when he recognised Maze staring down at him with her brows knitted together in concern.

"Maze," he wheezed, attempting to touch her face, but even that was too much for him and his hand fell back to his side. His Demon reached down and grasped his hand, entwining their fingers before raising his hand to her lips.

"We need to get you back to Lux."

"C-Chloe?" he asked, the fogginess in his mind confusing him.

Mazikeen grumbled under her breath, but gestured toward the detective with a nod of her head. "She's still here."

His eyes narrowed, noticing the guilt that flashed in the demon's eyes. He was far to weak to get into that now though. Turning his head slightly to his left he saw Chloe standing near the door, she was pale and shaking and looked positively terrified. He didn't have to ask Maze what had happened while he'd been unconscious, he could already tell that she finally believed everything he'd been telling her. He was the Devil. Lucifer felt his heart clench uncomfortably in his chest, he never wanted her to be scared of him. It was the one thing he feared more than anything.

"I'm sor-ry, Chloe. I t-ried to tell y-ou."

The Detective was torn, part of her wanted to run and never look back, although the other part which had grown to care for the man before her, had let him into her life and become important to not just her, but Trixie too. Oh god, she thought, who was taking care of her daughter?

Lucifer noticed her panic and knew there was only one person on this planet who could make Chloe look that way. Trixie. He wished he could wrap his arms around her and make all this craziness disappear, though at this precise moment he was having trouble breathing so it may have been a little difficult.

"Go," he told her.

"What?" she asked, stepping closer.

"Your sp-awn needs y-ou." He tried to give her an encouraging smile, but he had a feeling it came out as more of a grimace. "I'll be f-ine. Go on."

Giving in to the part of her that knew Lucifer, had seen him change over the past few months and despite his constant flirtation, having no filter and being a pretty big jack ass most of the time, he always managed to make her laugh. He made her feel like she was the only one in a room filled with people. And if she'd finally get over her trust issues she might even admit to caring for him as more than just a friend. With that in mind she walked over and dropped down beside him, cupped his stubbled cheek with her hand and kissed him softly on the lips.

"Promise me you'll be okay?" she pleaded, her eyes filling with tears.

Lucifer swallowed audibly and gave a small nod. "You ha-ve my wor-d, Chloe."

The moment the Detective disappeared out of view, Lucifer sagged against Maze with a groan of pain. He wanted to ask how she'd found him. Needed to know why Azazel had mentioned his mother. Despite his burning questions, he focused on what was most urgent. Breathing. He'd find out what happened soon enough. Lucifer stared into the brown eyes of his demon and smiled weakly.

"Take me h-ome, Maze." He managed to get out before unconsciousness claimed him.

For once Mazikeen didn't have any objections to her masters command and she raised her eyes to the ceiling, calling on the one she knew would get Lucifer to safety quicker than she could.

Amenadiel appeared next to her in a flash, his words dying on his lips at the sight of his brother laying on the floor, covered in blood and struggling to breathe.

"What happened?" he asked, striding forward. He crouched next to Lucifer and placed his palm on his brother' forehead, his brow pinching in concern.

"No time for that now, you need to get him back to Lux. Then he'll start to heal." Maze pressed a kiss to her creator's brow, watching as the Amenadiel carefully lifted Lucifer, cradling the Devil in his arms like he weighed nothing.

She met the Angel's gaze and nodded.

"I'll come back for you," he told her.

"Don't bother, I'll meet you back at the club." Maze' eyebrow twitched as she stared at the body on the floor. "I have something to take care of first."

Amenadiel didn't bother arguing with her. Looking down at his brother he didn't even feel sorry for the poor soul that Maze was going after. Who ever did this, deserved what they got. With that thought his wings erupted from his back and he took to the air, desperate to get his injured brother back to Lux and let the healing begin.