Chloe, for the second time in her life, was at a complete loss, didn't even know how long she sat with their unconscious suspect until the unis arrived, and took over the crime scene. She didn't bother reporting back to the office, instead drove straight home, mind still reeling from what she just witnessed.
Although, if she were being honest, it wasn't Lucifer showing his wings or his glowing eyes that made her this way; it was when he told her how he wanted her to suffer, how she wasn't needed anymore. This made her wonder what had driven her former partner to become a completely different person.
Suddenly, the Detective was reminded of the day she ignored his pleas, how she humiliated Lucifer in front of everyone in the precinct without meaning to, how he begged her still, over and over, swallowing his pride, and how she slapped him and ruthlessly dismissed him anyway.
She remembered clearly how Lucifer stood there, jaw set, fists clenched so hard that the device he was gonna give her that contained proof of who Pierce really was, had crumbled into pieces. He continued to stare down at the floor, weighed his options. He wasn't particularly angry at the Detective. It was Cain who should be punished for his manipulation; However, Lucifer couldn't help but consider this as a form of betrayal from Chloe. The consultant's palm bled as he dug his nails deeper, trying to contain his fury.
How could she completely give her trust to Pierce on a whim while he, the supposed partner for two years, was suddenly considered a nutcase? The devil thought she knew better.
He won't be able to accomplish anything this way, he thought, and finally leveled his gaze to hers, dark brown eyes filled with sorrow and hatred Chloe had never seen before. Lucifer kept a straight face as he nursed the afflicted area with his injured hand and smeared blood on it. Another tense moment and he sighed, dropped his shoulders in resignation.
The words had left her mouth before she could stop herself, "Go home, Lucifer," and he was going to leave peacefully. Until Pierce showed up and the devil lost all sense of control. He barrelled towards the Lieutenant and took him down in one fell swoop. Much to Lucifer's chagrin, Cain let him have at it. In the middle of the precinct.
Officers weren't going to stand and watch. Not a minute later, a taser gun deployed and the club owner felt it slightly, maybe Chloe's effect on him was wearing off a little. Another officer joined the fray, then another, a total of five tasers that delivered 1200 volts each upon contact, and he withstood them. Perhaps his adrenalin was on overdrive? Father knows he wanted to retaliate. He wanted to give them a taste of their own medicine, and he's more than capable of doing just that with a flick of his fingers. But he didn't.
He instead proceeded to detach the wires on his suit and gritted his teeth at the officers who just looked on, turned his attention back to the false victim. The club owner swiftly and effortlessly lifted the bloodied Lieutenant and pinned him to the wall, his elbow pressed firmly on the latter's neck. The click of the service weapons from every officer in the vicinity slightly distracted Lucifer, but it was her voice that made him halt his movements.
"I suggest you back off, Lucifer," Cain smirked as Lucifer released his hold on him. The Lieutenant then gave the order for his subordinates to stand down, that it was just a misunderstanding, and they complied.
Lucifer smirked right back and grabbed Pierce's neck. He was gonna smash his smug face but abandoned the idea and focused his pent-up rage instead on the wall, merely inches from the officer's head, where his hand punctured the concrete. Everyone stared at him in horror when he pulled his hand, now broken in three or four places, from the gaping hole. And he didn't blink, the excruciating pain of being vulnerable around Chloe didn't bother him as much as before. Still hurt like a bitch though.
Lucifer turned around to see her reaction and that was when Marcus took his chance to render him unconscious with the butt of his gun.
The consultant woke up in one of the prison cells with a cast on his hand. Some prisoners tried to hound him and it didn't take a whole lot of effort to scare the mongrels into submission.
Chloe, against orders, visited her partner. He'd grown pale since she last saw him being fixed at the hospital before being sent here.
"Lucifer," She started and he barely looked up.
"I have nothing more to say to you, Detective," The famed club owner said and turned his body away from her. The usually proper devil slouched on the bench. "I want my lawyer. If I'm to stay at a forsaken place like this, I'd rather be in Hell. And whilst you're at it, could you maybe stay away from the precinct until I post my bail? My arm hurts more than it should when you're near. Or, you know, if you wanted to get rid of me, permanently, you can shoot me right here and I swear I won't resist." Lucifer told her nonchalantly.
With Charlotte Richards in the know and is actually an ally, he didn't have to spend more than half an hour rotting in there with some lowlifes. He could do it on his own though, get himself out, but he didn't want to draw any more attention after that whole fiasco with Pierce. He should've exposed Cain. He just didn't see the point anymore.
The club owner didn't even spare Chloe a glance and walked on, outside of the precinct. Consultant privileges suspended until further notice.
Chloe didn't like what transpired but she's still her partner. Right now, though, there's nothing she can do.
Now that she thought of it, it was the way that the light in his eyes had shifted from hopeful to desolate, that she knew she lost him.
Lucifer didn't even bother with his Corvette and instead flew home. He hated the wretched appendages but it has its advantages too. And he really wanted to get back to the penthouse in the least amount of time possible and get himself completely wasted.
Although it would have been a complete waste as it is, celestial metabolism and all.
Charlotte showed up a few minutes later after his disappearing act.
"I figured you used a different method of transportation," She began, "Do you want me to file counter charges?"
"No. I'm good here, Charlotte. Thank you for your time."
"Okay. Let me know if you need anything else."
Right. The detective said 'go home'.
Might as well. Get rid of the pesky feelings, then, make Cain regret they ever crossed paths.
"-Chloe!" She was taken out of her stupor by her roommate's loud voice. "Are you okay? I've been calling your name for one whole minute. You've spaced out for one whole freaking minute, Decker! What's wrong? Who do I need to kill?"
Kill .
Chloe's eyes widened as memories of their first ever tribe night out flooded her mind.
I was forged in the bowels of Hell to torture the guilty for all eternity, the blonde recalled and couldn't help a frightened stare at the bounty hunter.
"Hello? Earth to Decker?!"
"You're a…"
"Huh?" Maze sighed, realizing what had bothered the goody two shoes cop. The demon wasn't completely positive that she had to ask to confirm. "You know, don't you?" She didn't have to wait for an answer. Her roommate's trembling hands was enough proof. "That stupid Lucifer wasn't thinking again!" The bounty hunter exclaimed and stormed out of the apartment, leaving Chloe in her own thoughts once more.
The blonde was thankful that her roommate left. 'Freaked out' doesn't even cut it. She'd been living with a demon for almost 2 years and said demon babysat Trixie. And Lucifer. The actual devil - who used to be her obnoxious, insufferable, and honest partner. The same person who stole her daughter's sandwich because he was far larger and hungrier, the dork who always had her back.
Damn it!
She muttered to herself as tears prickled her eyes.
"Chloe?" A knock on the door disrupted her almost break down. Pierce. "I wanted to check on you. You weren't answering your calls. Officers on the scene mentioned you didn't seem like yourself. Are you alright?"
She opened the door for him and immediately wrapped her arms around him so tight as if trying to grasp something normal. Because God knows, she needed something normal. When she finally reached some false sense of calm, she released him and apologized.
"Has something happened? What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I just…"
Another tap on the door interrupted their conversation. It was Amenadiel this time, who started with asking about Maze's whereabouts and halted when he spotted Cain.
"What are you doing here?"
Marcus crossed his arms and answered, "I'm her boyfriend. What about you?"
The first-born angel didn't dwell on Cain's claim, intent on getting what he came for.
"I think she went to Lucifer," She replied.
"Chloe, my brother is going to bring about the apocalypse. We need to stop him."
"That sounds absurd, Amenadiel," Pierce interjected, half-expecting Chloe to brush it off as crazy talk. "Are you hearing yourself?"
Amenadiel ignored Marcus completely, "He won't listen to me. But he may reconsider if it's you."
"He won't. The Lucifer I knew is gone."
Pierce uncrossed his arms, genuinely caught off guard with the blonde's response.
"I wish I could help you, I really do,"
"I suppose he told you about Pierce, too?"
"What?"
"Do you know who, or rather, what he really is, Chloe?"
It all happened so fast. Her gun was sitting on the counter, Amenadiel reached for it and fired at will.
The Lieutenant dropped unceremoniously, eyes wide open, and dead.
"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?!" Chloe knelt beside the Lieutenant, completely aghast. The only good thing about all this mess was that her daughter is with Dan.
"Watch him carefully, Chloe."
"What do you mean? He's dead! You killed him!"
"I did. But, watch."
Between her tears and full-blown freakout, she frowned at the ridiculousness of it all. The man she's dating is bleeding all over her floor, killed by her former consultant's brother, and said brother is now asking her to 'watch'. Watch what?
Marcus heaved and sat up, and Chloe's world began to spin once more. How the hell is he still alive? It was a clean headshot between the eyes. No one could have survived that. Yet, here they were.
"What...what is happening?"
"Sorry, you had to find out this way, Decker. I'm immortal. Cursed to roam the Earth forever. I thought if I could have you fall for me, my curse would be lifted and I'd finally die. You just had to spoil the fun, Amenadiel. Ugh."
"This isn't gonna end well for you, Pierce," Amenadiel warned.
"Well, at least I got Lucifer to screw everyone. I mean, the end of the humanity? Maybe the fall of the Silver City? Ha! I would love to see that."
There's genuine humor in his tone, something sinister that Chloe never saw coming. Her gut told her before that there was something off about the new lieutenant but she chose to ignore her instinct, and now she wished she hadn't. Maybe if she had just listened to Lucifer...
A portal opened and Mazikeen came out with two companions, greeted everyone except Pierce whom she threw her crescent knife at, but he caught it.
"Your cell is waiting for you, Cain." She told him and proceeded to give out the command for her companions to seize the world's first murderer. Chloe didn't know what to do. On one hand, she wanted to help the Lieutenant. On the other, she just wanted to crawl into a corner and stay there until the nightmare is over. With her luck though, highly unlikely.
"Not a chance." Pierce retorted, was about to draw his Glock, except the Hell's soldiers, were faster.
"I didn't say you had a choice." No matter how much he struggled, he was no match for the two other high ranking demons under the Lilim's General.
The portal closed once the two other demons entered the realm with Cain in tow.
"Sorry, you had to see that, Decker. But he deserved it more than anything. He played you. He drove Lucifer mad and now the Lord of Hell will unleash the end of days."
Great. Chloe muttered to herself. Was there really time for a proper breakdown?
"I know how overwhelming this must be for you, Chloe,"
"Define 'too much', Amenadiel," The detective snapped at Lucifer's older brother, "I am losing my mind here! I can't even catch a break! You just dumped all this on me and expect me to accept everything? Are you insane?"
She just had her major meltdown but can she really afford to lose it at this time? Chloe mentally counted to ten, repeated the mantra to do a major breakdown at a later schedule and exhaled.
"Chloe?"
"Can we stop him?"
"You can't. He's too far gone. But, you, Trixie, Linda, Ella, Dan, will be taken to the underground prohibition tunnels in Lux. You will be spared and you'll ride out the apocalypse."
"Did Lucifer ask you -"
"No."
"What about the rest of the world?"
Mazikeen shook her head.
"You should've listened to Lucifer. He won't stop until everything is blown to smithereens, or until he's destroyed."
"Destroyed?"
"God will definitely destroy him, this time, Decker."
"Maze," Amenadiel grabbed her arms to which she repaid with a sharp glare. "We have to do something."
"His orders are absolute," She replied sternly "The gates are opened. Demons will crawl out of the Hellmouth in a few hours and they'll devour everything ."
Amenadiel released his hold, frowned and sighed, "I'll take them to Lux. And maybe grab a few more people on the way."
"Whatever. I must carry out my orders. Say goodbye to the little human for me, Decker."
Michael paid Lucifer a visit at the penthouse after several demons started chaos in the city.
"What are you doing, Lucifer?"
The Lightbringer wasn't even surprised when his twin turned up. He removed his jacket and draped it over one of the stools by his bar, offered the latter a drink.
"Destroying humanity, of course. It shouldn't take long, brother. Next stop would be the Silver City."
Chloe dropped by the penthouse, giving it her all to fight the urge to flee and to apologize to Lucifer. Maybe she could still convince him. And she'd beg if she had to. But, alas, no Devil in sight. All her calls prior to her visit redirected to voicemail.
She had missed him. She's determined to bring him back no matter the cost, but how?
Two glasses sat on the bar, one empty and one about half-full. Chloe downed the glass just as she received the message from Ella regarding the GPS ping of her former partner's location.
She was about to leave when she noticed his jacket. For some odd reason, it called to her; or maybe she just wanted something of him, a reminder of how it used to be.
She thought he wouldn't mind at all. So she took it with her and wore it in place of her own coat. Somehow, it made her feel...safe.
"If you don't stop I'll end her."
Michael had his arm around the Detective, blade pointed at her throat. A showstopper indeed, Lucifer thought and groaned. Maybe Chloe had lost her marbles, after all, coming here uninvited, making herself a target.
"Oh? Need I remind you of the rules, dear Mikey? Angel No-no 101: killing humans forbidden; or did I hit you too hard on the head? Hmm. I cannot believe you would stoop down to this level, brother. You must really be desperate if you're willing to bend the rules." Lucifer laughed. "Ah, I thought this day would never come. Well, whatever. If you must, go ahead and kill her for all I care." He turned his back but relented "Actually, let me do it for you."
Lucifer threw the hell blade and it stuck right to the detective's heart. She fell in a heap on the ground, Michael, on the other hand, could only stare in confusion.
"What have you done, Lucifer?"
"What I should have done a long time ago. You morons keep on using her to try and manipulate me and it's not fair, but then again, nothing really is. Now, shall we get a move on? Are we gonna fight or are you just going to stand there and watch me destroy everything? I prefer the latter but I know you too well, so,"
He beckoned for his brother to make the first move.
"Come at me, bro."
Lucifer failed to block the sword and it cut him across the face, leaving a slanted gaping wound starting from his right brow down to the left side of his cheek.
"Ugh!" Lucifer groaned. "Why do you always go for the face?"
"Now everyone would be able to tell which is which."
"Oh ho. Trust me, Mikey, they can tell who's the douchebag between the two of us," He spat, "And that means you, Mikey."
"Call off the apocalypse, Lucifer."
"But we're having so much fun!"
" You are a mockery of everything divine!"
"Thank you. Now, allow me to extend the same courtesy to you."
Lucifer lunged at Michael after grabbing a sword from one of the fallen angels.
Maze fought valiantly, wiped a fourth of Heaven's angels before she was struck and fell to her death - her last thoughts were of the little human and the friends she made. A life well-lived nonetheless. No regrets.
With one wing torn off, Lucifer dropped to his knees, exhausted but still managed to irk his twin with an underhanded move of sticking a hell blade on his shin.
Michael kicked the devil in retaliation, stepped on his chest while he coughed blood and was about to end him when Chloe interfered.
"Stay the hell away from him!" The blonde screamed at the top of her lungs that Michael just had to stop and look at the human.
"...you're not dead. How…?"
Chloe grabbed the damaged flask from the inner pocket of Lucifer's blazer and threw it towards the archangel's face. Michael caught it, a neat hole lodged in between the engraved letters L and M, the shape of a dagger. The dagger which his brother used to kill the Detective...
Amenadiel blocked Michael's view of the partners.
"Let him be, Michael. He won't last long."
"I know that. I wouldn't want him to suffer any longer," Michael's words no longer held hatred after realizing what his twin did.
"I understand. But please," Amenadiel pleads and surprisingly, Michael sheathed his sword and ordered the other angels to withdraw.
Lucifer managed a chuckle when Chloe came into view.
"It's very unlikely for the devil to break his promise,"
"Technically, you didn't break your promise. I'm here of my own free will."
Lucifer didn't move an inch. His wounds are extensive, he's bleeding out and there's nothing she could do. A long, deep gash sat right across the center of his bloodied face and it was a gruesome sight, and yet he didn't seem to be bothered.
"No need to rub that in, Detective."
His tone was now devoid of any ill-will.
"Why the elaborate ruse?"
He couldn't help the upturn of his lips because if anyone could figure it out, it's the Detective. A smart cookie indeed.
"It was the only way my Father would release me."
"You and your selfish reasons."
"I am the Devil. What did you expect?"
"You're still my partner."
"D'you forget I quit?"
"You will always be my partner." Chloe let the tears flow freely, some of it falling on Lucifer's bloodied face. "You made me hate you, you jerk!"
"It's alright, Chloe. I wanted to be the villain of the story. Why won't you stop crying over me?"
This only made the Detective sob more.
"Because you're an idiot."
"If I say I am, will you finally stop bawling your eyes out? It's unsightly."
"No promises," She choked on the word. He huffed as a genuine smile ran across his face. The light in his eyes slowly faded but he managed to run his hands over her cheeks as a final gesture.
"What am I going to do with you, Detective?"
"Come back to me."
"Sorry, but this is where I leave you..."
His arms went limp and the sky went dark as if the stars died with him.
Then again, it was only between the two of them, the unspoken truth.
xxxx
"It was the only way my Father would release me." Translation: It was the only way to protect you.
"You and your selfish reasons." Translation: You didn't have to.
"I am the Devil. What did you expect? Translation: I wanted to.
"Because you're an idiot." Translation: Because I love you.
"If I say I am, will you finally stop bawling your eyes out? It's unsightly." Translation: I love you too.
You made a choice, wave goodbye
I'm not turning back
And I think about you everyday (goodbye)
On ragged roads, to better days (goodbye)
And I see your picture in my head (goodbye)
And I think I'll miss you, but you'll never see me again
-Crash Poets
A/N: That escalated quickly. 0_o The only thing I'm going to apologize for is the late update. :P In short, sorry, not sorry ;). Also, unbeta'd.