Author's Note: I went back and rewrote a significant portion of the last chapter.

The drive back to Lux seemed to go on forever. The Devil was lost in his thoughts. He had seen the look of fear in Chloe's eyes. He wanted to go after her and explain himself. He hadn't meant for her to see that side of him. But he talked himself out of it. He would wait until the morning before talking to her. Let her have some time.

Maze sat in silence beside him. He caught her staring. "What is it Maze?" He said impatiently.

"We haven't had that kind of fun in a while."

The Devil let out a long sigh. "It was a bit of fun wasn't it?" Up until Chloe saw his nasty face. He still regretted having shown it to Dr. Linda. It was not something he showed unless a person deserved it. Or pushed his buttons like his daughter. Persephone was one of the few who didn't run. She stood her ground. He sighed.

Persephone was going to be fine. She had the ability to heal herself. Lucifer couldn't stand her being in pain. So he accelerated the process. Still he worried about her. Just like any human father would worry about their child.

The black Corvette stopped in front of Lux. He handed the valet the keys before heading inside. A few stragglers were still dancing to the music. The caterers were cleaning up. Luckily the police were gone. He was not in the mood to deal with them.

The elevator door opened to the penthouse. It was quiet. He walked into his bedroom. His daughter was sleeping with her baby in her arms and her husband beside her. Lucifer smiled down at them. She seemed to be doing just fine. Tristan began to stir. Lucifer reached down and took him into his arms.

Persephone opened her eyes and then closed them again. Lucifer carried his grandson into the living room and sat down at the piano. He let the baby babble and tap on the keys.

"You are becoming my little maestro aren't, you?" He whispered to the infant. Tristan giggled.

The elevator dinged. He turned and expected it to be Maze but instead Chloe stood there. The fear in her eyes still present. But she also had that look. He rose from the piano with Tristan in his arms.

"Hello Detective." He said quietly.

She looked a little surprised to see the baby. Earlier she had seen him in full Devil mode and now he was cradling a baby. "I need answers." Her voice came out shakily. "Tell me the truth."

"I have always told you the truth. He responded.

"I saw…" She put her hands on her head and paced. "You turned around and you looked like- "She shook her head. Tears forming in her eyes. "Like- "

"The Devil." He finished her sentence. He looked down at Tristan. "I never meant for you to see that side of me."

Chloe paced. "I just can't believe it." She stopped. Looking at Lucifer. "And now you are here with- "

"Yeah, he likes it when I play the piano for him."

Chloe's eyes narrowed. "Huh?"

Lucifer walked back to the piano and sat down. The baby started tapping the keys. A smile upon the Devil's face. Chloe walked towards them. "See? He is going to be quite the player someday." Lucifer mused.

"Tristan?" Persephone's voice called from the bedroom. Lucifer turned and she was standing in the doorway. Her hand on her stomach.

"You need to be resting." Lucifer said to his daughter.

"I woke up and Tristan wasn't in my arms. I was worried."

"He's fine." He looked at the baby. Tristan was happily sitting on his grandfather's lap. "Now get back in bed."

"I'm fine, Dad." She spied Chloe standing next to the piano. "Oh hi Chloe." She gingerly walked down the steps towards them.

Lucifer narrowed his eyes. He was annoyed at his daughter. She was always so bullheaded. Her wounds still needed time to heal. He could see her pained expression.

Chloe watched Persephone approach them. "You were the one that was shot?"

Persephone nodded. "Right in the stomach."

"Why aren't you at a hospital?" Chloe asked.

Persephone looked at Lucifer. "Don't really need one. I'm fine." She lifted her shirt. The wound was mostly closed up. But not scabbed.

Chloe looked at Lucifer. "I don't know how to process what I am seeing here."

"Most humans don't."

Persephone sat on the bench next to Lucifer. She leaned against her father. "What are you guys talking about?"

Lucifer shrugged. "Chloe, caught a glimpse of my nastier side."

Persephone nodded. "Oh." Her black eyes looked up at Chloe. "And? Do you believe now?"

Chloe threw up her hands. "I don't know what to believe. All I know is I saw something- "

"You couldn't explain, even if you tried." Persephone finished her sentence. "I have seen it too. Several times."

Lucifer sat quietly while the girls spoke. Tristan was babbling and giggling.

"How did you not go crazy?" Chloe asked.

"The first time I learned he was my father was in Hell."

Chloe's eyes got big. "You're serious?"

"Yes." Persephone cringed from pain. "I committed suicide at sixteen."

"You mean you attempted suicide."

Persephone shook her head. "No, I succeeded. I woke up in Hell. There I learned the identity of my father. The same man who had watched over me my entire life. Always keeping me safe." Persephone smiled at Lucifer. He returned the smile. Turning her gaze to Chloe. "I know it's difficult to understand or believe. But do understand. My father would never hurt you."

Chloe sighed.

"He only punishes the wicked."

Lucifer was proud of his daughter. Even if partly annoyed. She needed to get back in bed and rest. But he was happy that she seemed to be helping Chloe to understand what she had seen.

Tristan started to cry. Persephone started to get up. "He's hungry."

"I'll feed him." Lucifer replied. "You need to get back in bed and rest. Your body still needs to repair. You are still half-human." He chided.

Persephone cringed and placed her hand on her stomach. "I can do it."

"No." He said firmly. "I have had enough worrying about you. Now get in there."

"Dad- "

"Persephone." He glared at her.

She glared back but then turned and headed back into the bedroom. Lucifer stood up. Cradling Tristan close to him. He started for the kitchen.

Chloe was close behind. Silently observing everything that was happening.

Tristan started crying louder. The lights in the kitchen flickered as the baby got a little upset. Lucifer chuckled and did his best to soothe the baby. He opened the fridge and began milling around looking for the bottle. "Where did she put that bloody bottle?" He grumbled. He grabbed the bottle and put it in the microwave. He looked at Chloe as the bottle warmed up. "What?"

Chloe laughed. "I am trying to figure this out. Everything I know abbot what you are and you are holding a baby?"

"Well, he's hungry. His mother is injured and his father is resting. So I am helping. That's what families do isn't it?"

"Yeah, but you- "

Lucifer sighed. "I know. Oh no the Devil. He only knows how to be ugly and mean. Evil is his only talent." He turned and grabbed the bottle out of the microwave. He carefully checked the temperature. Then he proceeded back to the living room.

Chloe followed. "It's just strange. Every day you are trying to get me into bed or doing something to annoy me."

"I still want to get you into bed." He sat on his recliner and cradled his grandson. The baby eagerly took the bottle. "But there is more to me than that."

Chloe sat on a couch. "I see that. I must say I rather like this side of you."

"So, that means you'll sleep with me?" He quipped using his most Lucifer tone.

"No."

He looked down at the baby. "Auntie Chloe is such a tease." He said to him.

Chloe shook her head. "There is still the matter of what you did to those men."

"They hurt my daughter. They needed to be punished."

"Yes but that's not the way we do things."

"It's how I do things." He looked at the woman. "If you want to arrest me. Then do it. Throw handcuffs on me and give me a right good flogging."

Chloe was conflicted. "I'll let them sort it out. I'm tired. I should be going."

The bottle empties he set it down and placed Tristan on his shoulder. "You can stay. Though I'm afraid my bed is taken. You can take the guest bed. I'll be stuck here for a while. He won't let me put him down."

"It's cute. Really." She quipped. "Mr. I don't like kids. You don't mean it."

"Oh I mean it." He patted Tristan's little back. "Every word."

"Uh huh. I see that. That baby has you wrapped around his little thumb. It's clear he likes you."

"What's not to like?" Lucifer chuckled.

"Good night Lucifer." Chloe said before heading off to the guest bed.

Lucifer sighed and just sat quietly with the baby. His eyes soon closed.

Author's Note: I know some of this seems out of character for them. But it's my own interpretations. My imagination takes something and runs wild through fields of paint. Anyway hope you'll enjoy.