In this AU Delilah was never murdered. Lucifer part time runs the Lux, part time rules hell and Maze regularly goes down to spend a few days torturing souls.
Chloe and Lucifer first met at the Gillian Taylor case (2x01) Lucifer helps Chloe solve the case and she and Ella notice some strange powers Lucifer has. But he has to be a magician, doing tricks. He is far to nice to be the devil.
When a criminal tried to kill Chloe (chapter 5), Lucifer protected her with his wings: so Chloe, Ella and Trixie found out Lucifer really is the devil. Later in the story Dan and Penelope learned Lucifer is the devil.
Chloe asked Lucifer how he could ignore his dad's orders if he didn't have free will. God listened to prayers of Chloe, Lucifer wanted to know why. God showed up to explain. During the Big Bang he gave the cosmological constant a wrong value, he in the present needs help to warn himself in the past and change that value. He tells Chloe and Lucifer together will give that help without realizing.
Raziel, and some more angels came to Earth to see Chloe. Raziel and Maze became a couple.
Chloe and Lucifer got a daughter.
Julia, Trixie's sitter, and Na'amah, a sister of Maze, fell in love.
All of this is manipulations of Lucifer's dad of course.
Chapter twenty-one: Visiting heaven
[R]
Rory and her friends were playing in the 'desert'. The 'desert' was the name Rory had given to a sandy slope, back in the garden of her parents house, a broad and long strip of sand. In this sand the girl had build many sand castles and – with the help of Na'amah – villages of sand houses. This day she had four friends with her, four classmates from kindergarten, while Julia and Na'amah where looking after them.
"We will move three days after my birthday," Nigel told Rory. Nigel and Anne were twins and had been Rory's best friends during kindergarten. The three had played together numerous times during the last two years.
"I don't want to move," Anne said. She was creating a road through the sand. Na'amah had build a wall with five gates spanning the full width of the sandy strip, and each child was building sand houses around one of these gates. Na'amah's wall was two feet high, one foot width. It had spikes all along and two towers next to each gate.
"Daddy has a new job and he will get an electric car," Nigel said.
Rory sighed. She agreed with Anne and wished the twin stayed in LA, but their daddy had found a job in Minneapolis, where his parents lived and they would move next month.
"We will go to school in Minneapolis," Nigel added.
Rory nodded. It was the summer holidays and next month she would go to a new school. In LA of course. She would loose Nigel and Anne and have to find new friends. Paul and Torri were the other two children building in the sand, but they weren't as close friends as Nigel and Anne. Maybe Torri could be, but Paul certainly not, he had only come with Torri because he and Torri's were neighbors.
"It is always raining and cold in Minneapolis," Paul joined the conversation.
"It is not," Nigel snapped. "You have never been there and my granddaddy lives there and you don't have a granddaddy."
"My grandpa is in heaven," Paul objected. "Together with my granny. And yours will never go to heaven because you all go to a false church."
"Boys, girls," Julia interrupted. "Do you want something to drink? And I have donuts, come see what you want." Granddads and heaven was forgotten for the moment and Rory and the four others came to take a drink and a donut.
Soon after they were building sandcastles again while the three girls talked about which Disney princess was prettiest. Paul suddenly said to Nigel: "My mommy says only people belonging to our church will go to heaven, everyone else will go to hell."
Before Nigel could react Julia said: "Nigel, is your new house far from your grandpa's home?"
Nigel turned to answer Julia. Rory frowned and gave it a thought: Julia had interrupted Paul each time he started to talk about heaven or hell.
[C]
"Mommy, daddy," Rory said while Lucifer was preparing diner. Their daughter had come to Lucifer and Chloe in the kitchen while Trixie, Julia, Na'amah, Maze and Raziel were in the living room, waiting for that diner to be ready. Both parents looked at her. "Julia is a human. Na'amah is a demon. Julia will die one day."
"Yes?" Chloe said.
"But Na'amah won't and if Julia goes to heaven, they will never see each other again."
Lucifer sighed, Chloe gave Rory a sad smile. "Yes. Well, it is just as Maze and Raziel."
Rory gave that a thought and than shook her head. "Maze with Raziel is different. Raziel will not die. She and Maze can be together on Earth as long as they want."
"It's true, red kite," Lucifer said. "Take this basket. Set it on the table and call the other, tell them diner is ready."
The girl put the basket on the table, but instead of calling the others, she closed her eyes and folded her hands.
"What…" Chloe asked.
"I need a word with ayaya," Rory whispered.
Chloe frowned, what did their daughter want to discuss with her granddad. The moment their daughter opened her eyes, God appeared in the kitchen, looking as ever: trimmed hair and beard, grey woolen cardigan and sandals. He patted Lucifer on the shoulder, gave Chloe a kiss and turned to Rory. "What is it, red kite?"
Chloe smiled, not having expected het father-in-law to use the nickname Maze had given Rory since the girl had mastered flying a few months back.
"If Julia dies, her soul will go to heaven?" Rory in the meantime asked.
"Of course. We all will make sure she will feel no guilt that drags her to hell."
"But than Na'amah will loose Julia. She loves her, she will be sad. Can't you make Julia immortal?"
"It's not good for a human to stay on Earth forever. To see everything change and all people you know die, all your friends."
"Ayaya, I don't want Na'amah to loose Julia and Julia's soul will not be happy in heaven without Na'amah."
God took the girl in his arms and said: "Let's first call them to come to eat and then talk with them."
"Do you want to eat with us?" Chloe asked as soon as Lucifer's dad was back with all the others.
"You counted on a diner for eight."
"Oh. It's enough for nine," Lucifer said. "Rory get a plate and cutlery and everything for ayaya."
"Rory asked me to come for the two of you," God said to Julia and Na'amah as soon as they were all seated.
"For us?" Julia reacted with amazing in her eyes.
God suddenly had two coins in his hand, laid one in front of Na'amah on the table and the other one in front of Maze.
"A pentacostal coin?" Maze said.
"Heptacostal you might say..."
Chloe was sitting next to Maze and took a better look at the coin. She knew the coins Maze and Na'amah used to travel to and from hell; coins with on one face a five-pointed star with the head of a goat in it. This coin was showing a seven-pointed star with some flower in it.
"… you can use it go to and from heaven," God said.
Maze slowly reached out to take the coin. "We are demons."
"Maze! I would never have guessed that. Nevertheless you're both welcome. Maze, you to visit Raziel's home in heaven whenever you want. Na'amah, in the future, after Julia died, to visit her place and live with her." He turned to Rory. "That's ok? Then start eating, red kite. Your soup is getting cold."
Rory took two spoons of the soup and than looked up. "Shall I go with Maze and Raziel when they first time go to Raziel's home? I can tell Maze everything."
"Don't you think Raziel can do that, red kite?" Lucifer asked.
Rory pouted. "I like to see how Maze looks. Ayaya, can I go with Maze and Raziel?"
"Only if your mommy and daddy are ok," God said with a smile.
Chloe looked at Raziel and Maze.
"We are not her sitters as Julia and Na'amah," Maze said. "But we can take care of her."
"Maybe Julia and Na'amah can also come?" Rory asked her granddaddy.
"Well… I said after Julie died."
"Just for one time. So they can already see." Rory looked eyes pleading at God.
"Rory, you can't ask that," Chloe said.
The girl kept her eyes on God. "Ayaya, please."
"Hi, Ella. What do we have?" Chloe asked. She and Lucifer just entered the crime scene, where Ella was already studying the victim: a middle-aged man laying in a pool of blood, lighted by the morning sun just peeking through the windows.
"Philippe Ordonez." Ella looked up and nodded. "You know."
"Sorry. No. Who is that?"
"You don't know?" Ella sounded amazed. "He wrote a bestseller. Peregrinación a Santiago de Compostela."
"Perek-what?"
"Pilgrimage," Lucifer translated. "To some place in the north of Spain."
"Did you read it?" Chloe asked, looking at both Lucifer and Ella."
Lucifer shook his head, but Ella answered: "Yes. So inspiring. His thoughts on the creation and our responsibilities. I'm thinking of walking the Camino de Santiago myself."
"The Way to Santiago," Lucifer translated.
"I'm South Californian. I know that much Spanish," Chloe said with a smile.
"Walking. Where exactly did he start?" Lucifer asked Ella.
"In Tours in France."
"Seven hundred, eight hundred miles?" Lucifer rolled his eyes. "When in France you could rent a car, miss Lopez."
"That is not the idea of a pilgrimage, Lucifer," Ella reacted.
"Dad would be ok with it."
"But I wouldn't," Ella said.
"Would a pilgrimage bring you to heaven?" Chloe asked.
Lucifer gave it a thought. "It often helps, detective. You know guilt drags you humans down to hell and making a pilgrimage helps humans to handle guilt…. Not because my dad forgives them, but because they forgive themselves."
Chloe nodded and looked at the victim. "So he walked seven hundred miles. How long did it take him?"
"Five years," Ella said. "He walked in each summer for four weeks and then went home and came back next year to where he left and walked the next hundred plus miles or so."
"Is that allowed?" Chloe asked Lucifer.
"As I just explained, detective. My dad is not involved. As long as a human is happy with it himself."
Chloe rolled her eyes. "Fine. Ella, how did he die?"
"Shot in the back." Ella pointed at a window of which the glass was scattered. "Someone fired from outside through that window. Single shot. Must have been before midnight."
"Any witnesses?"
It appeared two women in the neighborhood had yesterday evening heard the shot, but neither of them had seen the shooter.
"It was just past eleven. I only saw a car speeding away," a woman living on the other side of the street told them. "Not too big, dark. Well it was dark outside and I couldn't see the color."
"And you didn't call the police?"
"I had no idea what had happened. Wasn't sure it was a shot
"I didn't heard exactly from where it came," the neighbor of the house on the left said. "I first thought from the Bennetts…" she pointed at the house on her left "… so I called them, but they said everything was ok. So I went to bed."
"You didn't check your other neighbor?"
"That Philippe? He never gave me his number. He never says a word to anyone."
Some security cams gave them a fuzzy view of indeed a midsized car of some dark color arriving at five to eleven and leaving at twelve past eleven. The shooter was a vague shade of average size.
"Why don't people invest in better security cams?" Lucifer grumbled.
"They want to record what happens on their own driveway, not what happens four houses away." Chloe shrugged. "Come, boyfriend. On we go. Family, friends, colleagues, motives, background. You by now know the drill."
He knew the drill, she did herself also, but it didn't bring them much.
Family was some nephews, none of them living in California and – when called – each of them stating they hadn't seen or spoken with Philippe for years.
Friends were some acquaintances that met him at irregular times in bars. "Philippe shot? I have really no idea who would do so or why…." They all had alibis and neither Chloe's questions nor Lucifer's moyo found any sign of a motive to shoot Philippe.
Colleagues reacted the same as the friends and could only tell: "We are a call-center. He answers the phone, fills in orders and goes home. Some customers complain, but nothing spectacular." Philippe's manager showed them some complains, which were – indeed – not spectacular.
"Philippe? He had lunch with someone last Tuesday," a female colleague told them.
"With who and where?"
The girl shook her head. "We were in the elevator together. He was on the phone and said things as… I'm on my way, uhm… I will pay, what is the address."
"So we basically didn't succeed in finding a motive," Chloe summarized for lieutenant Monroe the next morning. "I have Dan checking credit card data to see where Philippe Ordonez went for lunch and also, there is that book he wrote. He wrote about the people he met on his pilgrimage. Maybe one of them was not happy with what he told about him or her. Lucifer and Ella will read through the book."
"You're not going to read it yourself?"
"It's in Spanish, lieutenant. I can order a drink and a meal in Spanish, but not much more."
Dan was the first to come with results. "Tuesday Ordonez payed for lunch in a Vietnamese restaurant on Del Mar."
"Mm." Chloe grabbed her car keys. "Lucifer, we're going to take a look."
It was hours before lunch time and the restaurant was not yet opened. Nevertheless Lucifer opened the door without knocking or ringing.
"Lucifer…"
"It was unlocked before I touched it, detective."
She rolled her eyes but followed him inside and introduced them to the restaurant manager.
"Philippe Ordonez?" the man asked. She showed him a picture. "Ah! Yes. He was here last… Tuesday? I think."
"Was he alone?"
The man thought for some seconds. "No, together with an older woman."
"Do you know her name?"
"Let me check the reservations for you." The manager took out a ring binder and started searching. "For two, lunch. Not this one. That is mr Bennson. This…" He pointed. "Here. The lady made the reservation. A mrs Jenny O'Hara."
"Do you have an address? Credit card number?"
He shook his head. "Only a phone number."
A phone number was more than enough and within an hour Lucifer and Chloe were sitting in mrs O'Hara's living room.
"What is your relation with Philippe Ordonez?"
"Why? Is there something wrong with Philippe?"
"He is murdered, mrs O'Hara."
"Philippe… Who? He… We have been in the hospital together. We both had an operation, both had complications and shared a room for two weeks. We still see each other two or three times a year."
"Did he mention any problems during your lunch?" Chloe asked.
He hadn't, mrs O'Hara told them. He had talked about his book, its success, fan-mail and signing sessions. "He gave me one." The lady showed the book. "I can't read it. I speak no Spanish, but he wrote some sentences for me."
Chloe and Lucifer took a look at what Philippe had handwritten for mrs O'Hara. What a bad handwriting, Chloe thought. She glanced at Lucifer and his expression showed he thought the same. But none of this all helped her with the murder case.
[R]
Rory was pointing Maze, Na'amah and Julia at flowers and blossoming trees. The four together with Raziel were now descending a hill and approaching the bank of a river. An hour ago they had started to look around in Raziel's home and now were walking through the bright garden around it with its sinuous rills. "… the river is called the Alph," Rory said.
"I'm sure this air is not healthy," Maze said. "I smell flowers, incenses."
"It's fresh and the same time pleasantly warm," Julia said.
Na'amah grinned. "I see what Maze means. And I'm not sure of these trees. They might fall over any moment, just to crush you." She looked up to the branches high above them.
"Fall over? This forest is as ancient as this hill," Raziel said with a grin."Don't be afraid, these trees will stand here for the next billion years. The Alph is the border of my domain. On the other side is Saraquel's garden."
"Mm," Na'amah said. "I miss walls and towers to girdle your ground."
"Would be useless," Maze said. "All these angels have wings and can fly over any wall."
They reached the bank of the river, a sunny green spot between the trees. On the other site of the river three angels were standing and talking. They all looked at each other and then the angels spread there wings and crossed the water.
"As I predicted," Maze said.
Rory recognized her aunts Saraquel and Gabriel and was introduced to the third angel, Dardiel.
"How can two demons and a living human be in heaven?" Gabriel asked.
"Because ayaya allows it," Rory answered and told her how she asked God what would happen if Julia died.
[C]
"Aunt Gabriel left within ten minutes," Rory told her parents that evening. Chloe frowned. She had met Gabriel a few times.
"No doubt to spread the gossip," Lucifer said.
"Indeed," Raziel told him. "Within half an hour more than twenty of our siblings showed up. All to see by themselves."
"Your sisters were ok," Maze said. "But I didn't like some of your brothers."
"Tofael is no problem," Raziel assured her. "He shouted a lot..."
"He didn't want to see demons in heaven," Maze explained to Chloe and Lucifer.
"Tofael is as a dog that barks but doesn't bite," Lucifer said.
"...in the end he accepted that Father invited the three of you," Raziel finished.
"It's not Tofael who made me suspicious," Maze said. "It's that short, sturdy, dark haired one with that intense stare that I don't trust."
"Short, sturdy?" Raziel asked.
"Uncle Uriel," Rory said. "He came, looked and left again."
"Stayed aside, looking angry," Maze added. "At me and Na'amah."
Lucifer shrugged. "Let him look angry, who cares about Uriel?"
"I studied his financials, talked with his publisher," Chloe said to Ella. "We still have no suspect. I can't find anyone with a motive to kill Philippe Ordonez."
"I went through his book again," Ella said. "He met many people, had some words with a few, but nothing that sounds serious."
"Maybe we should give each of them a call," Chloe said and sighed.
"Won't be easy. Example: Philippe wrote he had a fierce argument about predestination and free will with a man named Kees."
"Well…"
"Nothing more. No age, no last name, no nationality. Kees is a Dutch name and I checked, more than ten thousand Kees'es in the Netherlands."
"Mm." Chloe gave it a though and then shook her head. "Not doable."
"I even checked the original handwritten notes he made during his pilgrimage to see whether it had details that didn't make the book. But no." Ella took a binder, opened it to show the handwritten pages.
Chloe took a look herself. "Spanish. Can't read…" She stopped and frowned. "Is that Philippe's writing?"
Lucifer bent over and also looked.
"No," they both said.
"This can't be the same person that wrote those sentences in mrs O'Hara's book," Lucifer said.