Lucifer is reading some sort of scripture in Enochian when he felt a change in the air. He catches something thrown his way without looking up and checks the object in his hand. He smiles upon seeing the onyx ring, and sets aside the reading material to greet his guest.
"I still haven't found your demon, quite slippery that one,"
The devil smirks at the other person, and says "Of course. She's the Lilim's General. Even if you do find her, she won't go without a fight. Maze is a very nasty demon."
"I'll bring her to you, Lucifer,"
"I certainly hope so, Michael. She has to be punished for her little tantrum that cost me my corporeal form,"
"Consider it done,"
"Remember, I need her alive"
Chloe unlocks the door to her apartment only to find Marcus in her couch.
"I've been trying to reach you all day. Where have you been?" He asks worriedly.
"I was at the hospital,"
"Why? Did something happen? Are you hurt?" He checks her from head to toe for any injuries and found none.
"No, it's Lucifer,"
"Yeah? Is he alright?"
"No. He's gone,"
"What do you mean 'gone' ?"
"He's dead,"
Marcus takes in a sharp breath and mutters "I'm sorry. Is there anything I can do?"
"I want to be alone right now,"
"Okay. Guess I'll see you tomorrow morning. Call me if you need anything."
Chloe nods.
Once Pierce is out of earshot, he grins as he virtually pats himself on the back for succeeding with the plan. He's happy of the outcome, so happy he doesn't realize he's being watched by a lone figure in the shadows.
Cain almost stumbles when a familiar face comes into his view.
"Lucifer? But, you're - "
"I believe we haven't been properly introduced. I'm Michael. I'm here to remove your mark,"
"I don't believe you,"
"You better," Michael snaps his fingers and completes the tasks in seconds, "Curse is lifted. Now you could finally die."
He informs Cain with a menacing tone that's quite out of character for an Archangel of the Lord.
"I can smell your fear from here, First Murderer," Lucifer's twin walks towards Pierce slowly, and the latter backs away.
"An angel can't hurt a human!"
"That is true," The archangel stops in his tracks and smirks, "but I bet a demon can."
A vicious kick lands behind Pierce's knees that made him buckle and fall flat on the ground. Mazikeen gathers his hair and pulls it to expose his neck for her knife to slice into. Maze doesn't, at least not yet. The lieutenant growls in protest, however, he couldn't move, like something other than the demon on his back is holding him down.
As if Maze read his mind, she gets off after slamming his head to the ground where he immediately bleeds.
Slightly dazed, he tries to get on his back to see what's happening. Making his turn, he sees a bunch of grotesque little creatures all over him. He tries to shake them off but they were like leeches, sucking him dry.
He screams in terror as the creatures invade all his orifices, eating him from the inside. The screams finally die down as the tiny demons part leaving nothing in its wake.
"Pretty sure he's in Hell now," Michael states the obvious because there's no way he's going to let him in the Silver City. "I'm taking you back, Mazikeen."
Maze nods. One flap of wings and she's deposited to Lucifer's Realm.
She's ready for her punishment, although she hopes Lucifer would at least let her torture, Cain.
Someone knocks on her door in the middle of the night. She's firm on her resolve to get rid of whoever that is immediately so she could go back to her silent reverie when she came face to face with Lucifer.
But it couldn't be Lucifer. This must be his twin.
"Michael, right?"
"Correct,"
"What are you doing here?"
"To deliver a message from my brother,"
Oh boy. Again with the metaphors?
She couldn't handle the Lucifer's very strange family as of the moment, and she was about to scream her head off, but immediately restrains herself because maybe, her partner did leave a message.
"Would you like to come in?"
"No need. I'm behind schedule anyway and won't be able to stay long. Here's the message," Michael changes his accent to that of Lucifer's - the British accent she had grown accustomed to - and it felt like her partner never left.
"I'm sorry," And she waits for Michael to say another word but he doesn't.
"That's the message?" Lucifer's twin switches back to the tone he prefers and answers yes. "Sorry for what?"
"I don't know," Michael shrugs and asks "Do you want me to deliver a message to him?"
"How could you possibly deliver a message to him? He's dead."
"His corporeal form is dead, but his soul is very much alive. When you make up your mind, pray to him."
"Pray to who?"
"To Lucifer. He'll hear you. Now here's my message to you, Chloe Decker. Thank you. For showing my brother that he's not unloved,"
Chloe frowns but there's sincerity in his voice that somehow compelled her to believe in everything he said.
"I must go,"
She hears her phone ring and turns her head towards the sound, only to find that Michael's gone the second she turns back.
Mazikeen of the Lilim stood before Lucifer, head down, prepared for death - a punishment fit for treason.
Instead, he places his hand on her shoulder, tells her to resume her duties as his right-hand demon. She accepts, doesn't utter a word of protest - maybe he has other plans to get back at her for her betrayal - she will do whatever it takes to earn back his trust.
Only a chosen few were invited to Lucifer Morningstar's funeral although a lot still showed up after the news was leaked by a broken hearted patron who frequents Lux.
No Chloe Decker in sight, Amenadiel notes, even though she was the first person he informed.
Chloe checks herself in the mirror. The bags under her eyes speaks volume of how stressful the whole thing had been for her. She wanted to be the first at that funeral, but she couldn't bring herself to go. Because if she does, then that would mean he's really never coming back.
Where's this immortality thing that you were bragging about, huh? Devil, my ass.
A lone tear escapes and that's when it began to sink in. He's never coming back.
Days later and everyone is greeted by a new Lieutenant at the precinct. Chloe calls Marcus' number but gets redirected to voicemail.
A letter later arrives informing Detective Decker that her supposed boyfriend had skipped town, never to return.
She crumples the letter and throws it in the waste bin, proceeds to delete Pierce's number and their pictures altogether.
She decided it's best to focus all her energy on Trixie, a way to move on.
Amenadiel still keeps tab on the Detective and her spawn, helps them a little like Lucifer would. Have therapy sessions with Linda every other day, and manage Lux until his brother's return, if he could ever manage to return.
Maybe the devil would be allowed to, someday.
A/N: ...And another 'weird' ending. Don't know. The idea literally stopped there :P Although I think I wrapped it up nicely? Let me know. ;)