Chloe woke up, still half asleep. Lucifer was sleeping, his wings were out. They hadn't been red and rough, but instead were fluffy and white and as beautiful as ever. It was the most gorgeous thing she has ever seen.
They had bandages still among them, but with the sudden change, they were close to coming off. His wings weren't broken like it looked like yesterday night.
Are they healed because of his angel wings? She asked herself.
She walked to his bar, mixing up a couple things to make her favorite drink, a pina colada. Sitting down on the stool, glancing at Lucifer every once in a while, looking at his white feathers each time.
He hadn't woken up, and Chloe definitely wasn't going to. He was hurt, and she was at fault. She got him into this whole mess. The least she could do was leave him alone to sleep.
It was almost lunch-time when he woke up. Not able to find Chloe, he accompanied himself with a bottle of Bourbon, chugging most of it, before setting it down and searching for the Detective.
Chloe was getting ready in the bedroom, since there was no clothes of hers, she took an under-shirt of his that he would likely wear under a suit. Keeping on the same jeans as yesterday. The shirt was gigantic on her.
He laughed quietly, making Chloe turn around.
"Lucifer, I was just getting ready if that's okay. I took one of your shirts since none of mine are here. Didn't want to stay stuck in the same clothes that I slept in." She said, walking over to her shoes she took off. They were over by the couch.
As she put on her shoes, Lucifer went to his suites and found the one he liked the most. It was his Prada Mohair wool suit, curling his wings back in. He hadn't seen how different they changed, more focused on everything else.
Chloe's phone chimed, searching for it in her back pocket, then looking at the notification.
"We've got a case, you want to go solve it?" She was smiling smally. It was so hard to say no.
"Of course, Detective."
So there they went, driving to the crime scene, using his Chevrolet Corvette.
They walked to the crime scene which was about half a yard away. It was a trashy place, and there was graffiti on every wall they saw.
Lucifer pulled up the yellow tape, letting Chloe go under once they got to the scene.
Ella was there examining the body, camera in one hand. She was shocked to see Lucifer after witnessing his death in his penthouse. Everything she believed in was actually real. She went to him, hugging him tightly.
Lucifer was surprised, standing there awkwardly with his hands held in the air, patting her back a little.
"I-It's good to see you too Ella."
"You were gone for so long, what happened?" Ella wanted to get his side of the story, still curious as to who killed him.
"Just some family drama, it was hell. Anyway could we go back to the.." Gesturing his hand toward the murder.
They had seen a man, mid-thirties, lying on the gravel road. He had gunshot wounds going through his chest. There were more than 10 bullets in him though, which showed that someone had deep hatred for the man.
"Oh yeah. So this dude was shot 29 times." Ella said, kneeling down.
"Imagine going out like that." She said quieter.
"He died close to midnight, and he was likely moved from where he did die. He has marks on his wrists, which indicates some kind of a struggle. He has a strange scratch on him that I'll have to figure out later. I think they were fighting physically until the murderer pulled out a gun and shot him. His name is Mark Frea… For someone to be that mad though, he would've had to do something terrible." Looking back up at them.
"Who was the first on this scene?" Chloe asked.
"Ambrea, over there." Ella said, looking in one direction.
The Detective turned around, walking to a young girl, wrapped in a blanket. Lucifer was following close behind, happy to be back in work like before.
"Ambrea, am I right?" The girl just nodded. "I need to ask you a few questions."
Ella stood there, above the body. Trying to examine it better, taking a few pictures, but her mind was in another place. She had just seen Lucifer's dead poisoned body, and now he just appears.
He was lifeless, dead, blood pooled on his back, and now he was back. Seeing him alive right now, just made her relieved. Knowing he was the devil wasn't much mind-breaking. She knew who he truly was at heart. He was honest, nice, charming, and protective when someone he cared about was in danger.
He had all the human feelings he could ever have. The scientist didn't see any evil in him, just light. There were only a few times she saw darkness, but he must've been going through a bad time. It happens to the best of us.
I mean, he is a LITERAL angel. Nobody could go from an angel with a happy personality, to a full-evil devil. He may have rebelled against his Dad, but to be gone from something someone called 'home', for forever just seems a bit dramatic. Hell sounds lonely, it's gotta be. Being in Hell must be as tortuous for him as it is for the humans there.
She knew that she would never want to go to Hell to be its ruler nor a person being tortured down there.
Everything she believed in was true. God, angels, life after-death, even the devil was real.
Who knew the devil could be so nice and honest! She thought to herself. And to think I thought he was a method actor. Wait, does he have horns or a tail? Laughing at her own joke.
She forgot about the crime scene. Mind still on Lucifer, but then it turned to Chloe.
Chloe prints were on the wine glass at Lucifer's penthouse, the grilled cheese she liked was there. So how was it that they acted so normal around each other?
Was Chloe not the killer? Who else could've killed him? Was it his siblings, actual angels? Are his siblings bad at him? Did he go back to Hell when he died? All these questions were popping up. Ella decided she would talk to Lucifer about it.
She was suddenly more happy than before, more excited, more herself. Weeks of doing crimes by herself, and now she wasn't much alone.
Solving crimes with Lucifer and Chloe was fun. Lucifer with his talents and charms, and Chloe with her smart detective work.
Ella finished up, throwing her gloves in a trash can nearby, returning to the department, taking her time to get to her office.
She opened her door, setting down her camera, and pictures.
"I-I-I need to talk to Lucifer, he can help… probably…. Just, please can I talk to him." A tall slim man said from the stairs.
His shirt was ripped, carrying blood on it. Ella's attention was fully on the man now. He looked crazy, literally crazy. His face was filled with fright, terror, guilt even, looking like he'd seen a ghost.
That is when Lucifer walked in, a weird expression on his face.