Chapter 6

Chloe's Pov

Last night was crazy and wonderful after Lucifer saved me and gained me a short yet thrilling ride, however it ended sadly when our prime suspect ended up dead when he crashed his car into mine. We couldn't do anything else that night, but we decided to call it a day and go home to rest. However, I couldn't get rid of that thrilling feeling of Lucifer lifting me up in the air, felt like we were in a romantic scene of my angel rescuing me from danger. After the ambulance restored the dead body of Dovoan Glover, Lucifer and I went our separate ways back to our homes. We both concurred that we should rest for tonight after the nearly-getting-ran-over incident, and I sleep peacefully that night.

The next morning, I first dealt with some morning sickness at home then dressed in a loose, black top that covers my stomach and with a dark red jacket, although my pregnancy isn't revealing yet I am getting a bit bigger. I don't want Lucifer to know that I am pregnant with his child by letting him see my stomach is unexpectedly growing. I travelled to work through the bright sunshine on the busy roads and strolled through the bright precinct with that same small smile drawn on my face, a few people noticed it, but I didn't really care. I spotted Ella working in the lab wearing her bright blue shirt with a red jumper and a pair of big, round sunglasses over her eyes.

"Morning Ella" I greeted her in a joyful tone.

"Hey Decker, what are you so cheery about?" she caught my happy tone.

"What? I'm not cheery" I lied as I do try to keep myself in a professional mood whenever I'm doing work, but that gleeful grin was stuck on my face. Then I realised that Ella wasn't as optimistic as usual, so I studied her unhappy face and a worried thought came to mind, "Wait, why aren't you cheery?

"I've been nursing a bad one all day" Ella moaned.

"What? Too much Romulan ale?" I chuckle linking to how much Ella love Star Trek.

"Nope. Just too much tequila" she confessed, which makes me wonder how much tequila Ella had, especially if she had to go to work the next day.

"Let me see?" I asked before I slowly removed her sunglasses and saw some small, dark circles formed underneath Ella's eyes. Spotted the dizziness still swirling in the centre of her brown eyes, clueing me that Ella had a hangover this morning.

Ella quietly huffed, making it out like it was no big deal, "I went a little nutso on all the margaritas yesterday."

"Yesterday, Sunday... Did you swap out the sacramental wine?" I remembered that Ella usually goes to church on Sunday evenings as a Christian believer.

"I skipped church yesterday" Ella admitted.

"And the week before, I think" it all clicked in my head that Ella has been missing church recently. I wonder why?

"Listen, Ella, are you okay?" my hand softly touched the side of her arm showing she can come to me when she was feeling troubled.

"Yeah. You know, it's just…" Ella exhaustedly exhaled before continuing, "Me and the big guy are on a bit of a break. Since…"

"Since Charlotte's death. Yeah. I get it" I nodded with a frown, "I completely understand. "

"Really?" Ella calmly replied as she faced with a serious look on her face, "I mean, no offence, Chloe but you said you were an atheist, right?"

"Yeah. I am… sort of" I slightly nodded then shook my head.

It's a bit communicated about my beliefs since I realised that Lucifer is the real Devil, I mean I'm not a catholic but I know that not everything in the bible is true; Lucifer is the Devil, God, angels, demons… they all exist. But I know it's more difficult for Ella as she had put her entire faith in God and after Charlotte's tragic death, Ella is going through a major crisis.

"Look, Ella, I know that you're having a crisis right now. So…" I leaned in and wrapped my arms around Ella. I felt her tired head resting on me as she accepted my hug with her arms wrapping around my back, I grinned, "If you need anything. I'll be here, okay."

"Thanks" she huffed but not as cheerful as I hoped but I felt a bit of hope.

We gradually broke our hug, and at the same time, Dan entered the lab as he held a small, brown "Hey, found this from your guy."

Dan gently threw the book on the table as Ella and I leaned in and studied the surface of the book, I guested, "A journal?"

"Yep."

"Good morning everyone" Lucifer entered the room with the brightest smile that lighten the room, his eyes met with mine and that thrilling feeling tinkling down my spine

"Morning Lucifer" I grinned from ear to ear.

"Sup" Ella replied as she held up her two fingers making the peace sign.

Dan, on the-other-hand, kept his mouth shut and quietly walked out of the room. No one said anything until I broke the silence, "Excuse me."

I exited the lab and dashed over to Dan who ran off to his desk, I caught up with him and questioned, "Dan, what are you doing?"

"Nothing, I just need some air" Dan mumbled underneath his breathe without looking at me.

"Right, because there wasn't enough air for you to breathe when Lucifer entered the room?" I sarcastically replied and Dan didn't deny yet he held a piqued look on his face, "You're still pissed at him?"

"Yeah. I am. Whenever I see him, I…" Dan muttered before taking a long pause for him to come up with another insolent excuse. His boiling rage was written all over his face I crossed my arms over my chest, "I swear he only exists to... torture me."

I silently gulped when Dan used the word 'torture' as though he actually knew who Lucifer really was; the devil who ruled Hell where damned souls are tortured for aeons for their guilty crimes. Lucifer has just arrived back from that horrible place and I hate how Dan is treating him, especially since he doesn't know what Lucifer has been through. I commented, "Okay, that's a bit too far, Dan."

"Look, I know you and Lucifer are never on the best of terms" I raised my hand up to help Dan to calm down his anger while he was ignoring me but focusing his gaze on some files of paper, "But you need to remember that whatever to Charlotte was not Lucifer's fault."

"You know what?" he aggressively slammed down the papers and faced me again, "I'm sick and tired of everybody making excuses for him."

"I'm not making excuses" I argued.

"I just wish you could see a little bit of what I see, Chloe. He's…" Dan stuttered as he was trying to persuade me to see his vision, "He's a bad guy"

"No, he is not" I shook my head as I raised my voice, couldn't believe of what Dan was saying. Even after years of Lucifer insulting and annoying Dan, despite all of that Dan must see how loyal and good Lucifer can be. And, I understand how protective Dan can be especially when he learnt about my pregnancy, and I could see why Dan would think that Lucifer is bad if Dan stills believed that Lucifer only because he knows something about the baby. However, Dan doesn't know the whole story and it still doesn't give him the right to unfairly blame Lucifer for something that wasn't his fault.

When "Look, I really think that you need to see Linda again."

"Oh, you think I'm crazy now" Dan exaggeratedly replied.

"I'm not saying that, Dan!" I raised my hands up in between us to show my innocence while trying not to offer Dan, "I'm just saying that you need to talk about this to someone professionally. Otherwise, you'll break."

"You know if he was a good guy. He should have never taken you out for a car race" Dan idiotically decided to twist our story last night for his next ridiculous excuse of blaming Lucifer.

"We were trying to catch our prime suspect" I defended the truth.

"You could have been killed" Dan loudly indicated.

"If it wasn't for Lucifer, I would have been killed" I wasn't shouting but my voice grew louder with anger as I was getting sick or tired of listening to his stupid claptraps and his ugliness, then I corrected in a proud tone, "He saved me."

Dan kept his mouth for that moment, at first I thought that Dan has finally got the idea until Dan picked up a small file of papers and handed them to me, "You know, I've been thinking about when you get your maternity leave"

"There are places where

I read through the papers

"Wait a minute! Even you don't know that Lucifer doesn't want to be involved" I savagely stated, how dare Dan suggest to me that I take advantage of Lucifer if he doesn't want to get involved in his child's life.

"Oh, come on, Chloe!" Dan over dramatically argued again, "Do you actually think that Lucifer won't even lift up his lazy ass to help you raise the baby!"

"Shh…" I loudly shushed before twisting my head around checking that one heard that, especially Lucifer. God, my heart nearly popped right out from my chest if Lucifer did hear. I took a step forward and whispered in a frustrated tone, "Keep your voice down!"

"I haven't told him. So, shut the hell up" I quietly demanded while giving him a death stare which forced Dan to glue his lips, like a student is getting told off by a strict teacher. I took a step forward and approached in a calmer matter, "Go and see Linda. Okay? That's not a plead, that's an order."

I knew Dan wanted to argue back but he kept his mouth shut as soon as he saw the seriousness spreading over my face, he dropped his gaze and I knew that he finally received the message. Soon, I started walking off, not before I stop and faced Dan again and my face was filled with wrath more furious than God, "Oh, and Dan, what happens between me and Lucifer and my baby, is none of your God damn business."

Immediately, I walked away leaving Dan standing alone and heading straight back to the lab, quietly walked past Lucifer and focus back on the case. I felt Lucifer's concerned eyes watching me since I walked in, he kindly asked, "Everything alright, detective?"

"Yeah, just…" I tiredly exhaled, "Just Dan dealing with things."

"Poor Daniel" Lucifer sorrowfully replied. I raised an ear brow as Lucifer doesn't usually feel compassion towards Dan, but he insisted on changing to 'Lucifer 2.0' then I guess it wouldn't be so bad for Lucifer to be nice and patient around Dan.

"So, if Glover had some issues with Judy, maybe he wrote it in his journal" I picked up the journal and began flicking through the pages as I needed to get Dan and his stupid excuses out of my mind.

There was a buzzing sound vibrating through Ella's jean pocket, she slides her phone out and answered. I didn't pay any attention to her call as I focused on the pages and see if there was anything unique written on those pages.

Ella soon ended her call and faced us, "Guys, bad news. Apparently, Glover isn't our killer."

"What?" I pulled my focus up from the journal and gazed across to Ella as Lucifer and I both held a puzzled look.

"Glover has been in Texas all week and just arrived back from last night" Ella informed us from what she was reading on her lab computer as there was a picture of a ticket and a paper of records on the screen. Ella continued, "Said his plane ticket and his phone track records."

"But even if he wasn't our killer. Why did he run?" Lucifer wondered and that was a good question. If Glover was innocent, then why did he run from us the moment I announced that we were the police?

"Well, he apparently did have some history of overdue payments with drug dealers and he has reported a few attacks from repo men" Ella continued reading from her computer.

"Right, but that still doesn't help us who killed Judy" I spoke in a discouraging tone before I continued reading through the journal.

"Hang on, look at this" I found something in the mid-page of the journal and Lucifer leaned in gazing over my shoulder.

"Judy, Judy… blah, blah, blah…" my eyes read quickly through the neat sentences until I found the right spot where the clue is hidden, I carried on, "It was ridiculous how he picked 'His Judy' over me…"

"Who is this his?" Lucifer wondered the same thing I was thinking.

"Glover?" Ella guessed.

"No" I shook my head as I carried on reading while searching for a name, "Brody."

"Hang on" Ella paused the sudden moment and rushed to her computer to look up at Brody's account, "According to his profile, he's married."

Lucifer brainstormed the same thing I was thinking, "So, he and Judy were having an affair."

"What if Judy got tired of being the mistress which explains the angry phone calls" I theorised as I remembered yesterday when Lucifer pointed out that someone mentioned that one of the crew members heard Judy talking loudly on the phone.

"Brody got scared his wife would find out."

"Yeah, made sure she wouldn't talk. He has access to Mission Control."

"And the ability to delete the surveillance footage."

"Let me make a call to his personal manager and see if we could talk to him" I walked out of the lab and headed to my laptop where I searched for the contact of Brody's agent. I called them however they alerted me that Brody will not be available till tomorrow, then I ended the call and frustratingly sighed.

"Detective?" Lucifer came by and stood in front of my desk, looking concerned after hearing my exasperated moan.

"So, I figured out why we can't get a hold of Brody, because" I ended my sentence with my finger pointing upwards.

Lucifer looked confused and guessed, "He's dead?"

"No, not Heaven. Space" I corrected him. Perplexation

"Turns out he's on a suborbital shuttle test until tomorrow morning" I explained, "So, you know, that means that you and I have the rest of the evening free."

I was secretly moving my tongue inside my mouth and licking the bottom of my lips, quietly sybaritically moaning to myself as I could imagine Lucifer is going to suggest something sexual now that we have free time together. I haven't had sex for two months since the day he left, and I know it has been long for Lucifer, but I know he wouldn't give no for an answer. Truthfully, I was a bit excited to kiss Lucifer, kiss more of him and hopefully have a passionate night.

"Right, well, I suppose I'll go home and get some dinner, then. All on my lonesome. I'll see later, Detective" Lucifer completely did the opposite.

I stood still and was stunned by his answer and watched him walk away. I was shocked of course and thought that another of his strange behaviours, then I figured that perhaps Lucifer needs some time to adjust back to his normal life. However, I think back to my small argument with Dan and how much I hated him for what he said to me, especially since he was loudly fussy about the baby. He did point out one key fact that I have been secretly hiding, that Lucifer doesn't anything about the baby yet. I wanted to tell Lucifer but honestly, I was quite scared of how Lucifer would react to the truth. But, he has to know sooner or later, so this couldn't wait as it was aching inside of me.

"Lucifer, wait!" I got up and rushed to him as Lucifer stopped midway on the staircase when he heard me calling his name. He faced down upon me as I stopped by the bottom of the stairs, "Actually, um, can we… talk later tonight. There's something really important that I have to tell you."

"Of course" he held a wolfish grin and nodded before continuing his way up the stairs.

His short answer was enough to bloom thousands of butterflies fluttering in my stomach, at the same time my breathing began slightly heavier, but I managed to steady it. Oh God, I can't believe that just happened. Lucifer will soon learn the truth that I'm pregnant with his child.

Once I get back home, I decided to redo my makeup and my hair letting it down and making it straight. Then, I looked into my jewellery box and my eyes were filled with amazement as I spotted the bullet necklace and lifted it up. When the light reflects its' bronze skin and sparkled my eyes, memories flashed back to when Lucifer bought it for my birthday as a symbol of the first time he became vulnerable to me.

The roads ahead weren't very busy when driving down to Lux, I thought of getting my favourite meal, burgers and fries for us to eat tonight. When I arrived at Lux, the club was packed as always. People in night outfits were dancing to the rhythm of the loud, pop music and some were drinking by the bar. Bright lights flash on and off all over the large room as I gaze down upon the dance floor wondering if I could spot Maze there because I haven't seen her since the night Lucifer arrived. I was worried because she hasn't contacted me, but I supposed Maze maybe needed time away because she was still pissed off at Lucifer's absence. Although, I noticed from a distance Amenadiel was talking with the bar staff, he's been doing really as after taking over lux as the new club boss, at least he was gaining a lot of money to support his family with Linda and baby Charlie.

I walked a few people on the ground floor and reached the elevator. Travelling upwards was a slow journey which was irritating as it meant that I had to listen to my heart anxiously beating faster than a split second and feel it rattling between my ribs. My breathing became heavy at a fast pace as I was imagining how Lucifer would react when I tell him about the baby. Shock definitely, but what if he would hate the idea which could mean that we probably won't see each other again? I tried to think positively as I know Lucifer has evolved over the last few years, so perhaps he might see that the idea of being a father won't be so bad after all.

"Okay, Chloe… You can do this" I sedately encouraged myself while thinking about how to tell Lucifer. Should I tell him straightaway? Commence with a joke? Oh… this will probably end up bad.

The elevator finally stopped and the dings sound echoed inside, and the doors split apart letting enter the penthouse. The whole room was dark expected by was lightly brightened by some small candles around the living room and the drinking counter. My eyes widen in amazement as this was a lovely view, reminded me at the time when Lucifer set up a romantic dinner scene here when I was dating Pierce only to realise that Lucifer only did it to show up Pierce. As much as it was heartbreaking during that moment, it was a year ago and I have moved on, maybe this time Lucifer trying to get back to normal. After all, yesterday Lucifer did ask for more time for him to get back to his regular self. So, perhaps Lucifer wants to get our relationship back on that romantic level like before. I wasn't sure if it was a bit of a rush for Lucifer, but I would still be patient and help him in anyway I can.

"Lucifer!" I called out his name while I was taking my steps inside the penthouse, I didn't get an answer nor did I see Lucifer anywhere. The large room quietly echoed my voice when I called his name and the footsteps I took on the marvel floor. I continued walking towards the centre of the room while my eyes scanned around, "I brought our favourite! Burgers and fries…"

The words suddenly disintegrated into nothing when I turned my eyes and caught the gnarly view of Lucifer sitting on the end of his bed, with some red hair woman sitting on his lap. I watched Lucifer's arms coiling around her naked back and could hear him deliciously moaning as he was enjoying sticking his tongue down that woman's mouth. His purple shirt was already half opened and Lucifer was sliding down the woman's black, strapless crop top exposing her back.

My lungs froze making it difficult for me to steadily breathe as well as a huge lump formed in the centre of my throat. My feet were stuck on the marble floor as I couldn't move a single muscle. The paper bag was slipping from my fingers, but I didn't give it much attention however I felt it escaping my hand and dropped down to the floor.

The small sound reached to Lucifer's ear as he pulled away from that woman and they both faced me with confusion and shock. Lucifer seemed surprised to see me, "Detective…"

"Oh God" I gasped as I felt completely sick like I could vomit straightaway.

I finally managed to move my frozen feet and began rushing straight towards the elevator while I could Lucifer's voice echoing within the room, "Detective! Wait!"

Lucifer carelessly threw the woman off his lap like a loveless toy and started chasing after me. I ignored his calls and begs and ran faster to the open elevator, quickly pressing the button multiple times hoping that they would close fast enough before Lucifer reach. When the doors were shutting Lucifer was coming closer and I assumed it was too late for him until his arm reached out in between the doors stopping them from closing. I loudly gasped thinking that the doors were going to crash Lucifer's arm because he'll be vulnerable around me.

The door unfortunately opened up again for Lucifer to slither his way in, he deeply exhaled, "Let me explain."

"Explain! Explain! Are you serious!" I aggressively roared which paints anxiousness on Lucifer's face, "What's there to explain? That you're smooching another woman behind my back again!"

I evoked back to the short time when Eve kissed Lucifer, I know it wasn't exactly his fault at the time, but I was too angry at that moment that I will scream at him for literally anything.

He tried to reach out, "Detective…"

"No! Don't touch me!" I truculently snapped warning him to back off.

"You have been acting so different. And, I am trying to be patient, Lucifer. Understanding, but…" my voice was getting calmer and quieter until Lucifer tried to reach out and touch me again.

"No! No" I barked but my voice slowly calms down, I turned away because I could feel my eyes were about to be flooded with tears. Felt pathetic to show Lucifer how upsetting my face is, I know I shouldn't feel that way but I couldn't help it, so I faced the elevator doors. I ordered, "Just, Leave me alone. I don't even know who you are anymore."

Despite my promise to him that I will give him more time to get back to normal and to be patient with his strange behaviour. This wasn't just strange, this was cruel and cold. It wasn't just puzzling my mind, as was it also repeatedly widening the healed wounds on my heart.

"You're right. Honestly, I'm not even sure who I am anymore" Lucifer tried explaining to me, but I didn't want to listen. I pressed the ground-floor button again and again wanting the journey to go faster so I could get away from Lucifer. Idiotically, Lucifer carried on, "I mean, I was down there in Hell for so long, I got lost, lost in who I used to be."

"And I have been trying so hard to get back to the Lucifer I was, the Lucifer that you know" Lucifer's voice sounded kinder and desperate but then he stupidly reached out and tried to softly touch my shoulders again.

"Don't!" I raspy hissed and straightaway Lucifer pulled his hands away, respecting the space I need from him after witnessing his wicked sordid.

"But when I try to think back, to all of our special times together. I wanted to impress you by doing the things you love" Lucifer explained himself. He was comparing it to when we slept together and how he wants to our relationship be passionate. But, to think he wants to practise through kissing another woman. Disgusting.

"But, Chloe, what happened back there meant nothing. You are the only thing that matters to me" I felt Lucifer's gaze focusing on me, begging me to turn and face him and believe in his eloquent words.

I scoffed in disbelief and thought of something as my voice break down, "Oh, yeah? How do I know that you're not lying?"

Lucifer's face was first painted with bewilderment before I reminded him, "Cause you do that now, yeah? You lie."

"Tell me, how exactly do I know that you would rather want to stick your tongue down in that whore again? Or sleep with women just to entertain yourself" I wondered off a bit but it's what I've thought for the last minute. I was maybe mean about calling the woman a whore, but I was too angry at the time, I want to punch Lucifer's stupid face. But in the meantime, I want to test his true integrity since Lucifer has recently reshaped his viewpoint on honesty.

"But, I would never lie to you" Lucifer replied in his soft voice as he grew a small lopsided smile, "You're different. You're special."

The elevator eventually stopped as we reached to the ground floor, the doors split open and we were hit with the soundwave the loud, party music that was playing at Lux. I deeply inhaled before calmly speaking, "Yeah, well, I need to go. I need... I need to think."

"Detective!" Lucifer tried to touch my shoulders again and perhaps persuade me to stay and listen more to his crazy excuses.

"Just leave me alone!" I barked and walked away before Lucifer could lay a finger on me again.

My mind was tumbling around over and over, never stopping the headache that was wounding my mind. The loud upbeat rhythm of the music wasn't helping at all as it was increasingly making the headache worse, so I speedily walked down the hallway to get the hell out of there. Once, I reached my car outside of the club, I sat there for a short moment just to calm down my nerves and wiped off more tears to clear my vision before I started driving.

Fortunately, Trixie was staying at a friend's house, giving me the time and privacy to release more tears that were flooding my burning eyes. I crashed my backside down on the couch and leaned my head back over the top edge. Squeezed my eyes which pushed all the tears out and a frown formed on my face then I threw my head forward and my hands were covering over my nose as I continued sobbing.

How could Lucifer do this? How could Lucifer do something so cold?

This was certainly not how I imagine it would be when he came back. I understood that Lucifer maybe needed time to adjust back to his life back here on Earth with me, but his kissing another girl was not on the list of unpredictable elements. This was worse than the other stupid things he has done to me. I tried to control my breathing while gently circling around my eyes and rubbing off the tears as the wetness soaked across my skin. Ter taking a few

After sucking in a few deep breathes, I obtained enough strength to stand up and decided to just go to bed and get some sleep. Before I left, I found my white tablet laying on the living room coffee table and picked it up wanting to pick it up somewhere safe. I pressed the button and watched that Trixie has been on Netflix watching 'The Vampire's Dairies' again. I haven't seen the tv show, but I remembered Trixie mouthing about how a good show it was, and lately she told me a scene where the main character meets her doppelganger. It was strange of I thought two people who look so similar but were completely different. It wasn't like twins, Trixie explained how there are two people supernaturally made to look the same yet they both have different characteristics.

Then I stopped and my mind began rattling.

Two of them…

Two people who look alike yet act so differently.

Lucifer has been acting so strangely, even since the night he arrived, he just felt so different. I maybe over my head and this is probably a big stretch, but could it be? I've known Lucifer for years now and from that time, I know that Lucifer is someone who I can trust with my life, he's a caring, loyal and honest man. Notwithstanding the fact that Lucifer just cheated on me literally five minutes ago, but deep down I knew that Lucifer would have never done that to me.

So, because Lucifer would never be so cruel to me, like enjoying kissing another woman behind my back. That could only mean that it wasn't Lucifer at all.

But then that begs the question; who is that imposter now?

He must be a celestial being, someone who supernatural powers because they couldn't be two Lucifers. Right? Maybe someone could change their appearance to look like Lucifer, but who? A demon? Can demons shapeshift? Even so, I can't remember Maze mentioning it to me about it. Maybe it's another supernatural creature that I am not aware of.

I opened my laptop and began researching if there was anything shapeshifting creatures in the bible or in any Christian stories, but there was nothing that supported me. There were some folklore tails from Europe, Native America, and East Asia about people changing into animals like werewolves and vampires. But I don't think it's based around that certain area.

But, if this man isn't the Lucifer that I know. Then I have to figure out who or what this imposter is and if he really is an imposter.

The next sunny morning, I drove to a large jet station alone where I heard without alerting Fake Lucifer of my whereabouts, possibly still showing him how upset and angry I am at him from last night. I had my gun with me although I doubted that I use it as I needed to find more evidence to know that Lucifer is actually an imposter. This has to be an infallible mission so the best way for me to find it is to act as calm and normal as possible and pretend that everything is okay so that I could gain his trust.

After I've parked my car, I jumped out and walked past two vans and towards a big one where Brody is the centre of the attention, wearing a blue space suit where other crew members are behind him. There was a big crowd and half of them were from the press as they were taking photos of Brody and holding up their boom sticks to record his speech.

"Nothing inspires like a suborbital view. Except, of course, maybe one from the Red Planet. And let me tell you something. Jeff Bezos can Bezos our butt!" I heard Broody giving out his amusing speech and the crowd surrounding him all laughed at his jokes.

I was walking directly to the centre outside of the crowd, while my ears caught the rushing footsteps of Lucifer, or rather Fake Lucifer dashing towards me. When I started sliding through the crowd Fake Lucifer was closely behind me then he vexingly talked, "Detective, about last night..."

"I don't want to talk about it" I fiercely snapped and ignored Fake Lucifer as I continued squeezing my way through the crowd. Lucifer did fall back again a bit after he sensed the low, hostile tone of my voice.

"Excuse me. Excuse me!" I yelled as I pushed through the small gaps till I reached the end of the crowd and shouted in a condescending tone, "Mr Brody, do you have a minute to talk please?

"I'm sorry if you guys wouldn't mind just hanging back with the rest of the press" I waved us away disregarding him from his position of attention.

"Unfortunately, this cannot wait" I revealed my police badge and Brody's face melted into deep anxiousness.

"Excuse me ladies and gentlemen" Brody gave a toothy smile to his crowd before ending his speech as he walked around to us while the press continued flashing and taking phones of Brody.

Once we escaped the crowd, Brody led us to his large empty plane station with three jet planes inside. By the wide door entrance, there was a huge logo of "Brody Aerospace" company on the grey floor. While we were walking straight inside, Brody started unzipping his blue space suit and sliding his arms out from it. Lucifer kept his short distance away from me as I assumed he was trying to 'act' kindly and give me some space.

"I'm devastated over Judy's death. Just sick. No one expects to lose an employee like that" Brody expressed his compassion towards Judy's death. Thought it was all an act at first, until I evoked that he and Judy had an affair so perhaps he did have feelings for her.

"You know Judy?" I questioned.

"Yeah. One of my assistants told me about someone's death in the Red 2 Mars Project" Brody explained himself as he held a poker face, "It was so sad really, Judy was a great person."

"We know you were sleeping with her" I cut in and my sudden words stunned Brody, but he sighed in disappointment as I assume Brody still want his affair to remain a secret. I continued, "An accomplished woman, maybe she didn't want to be the side piece, maybe she didn't like sharing you.

"Yes, perhaps she threatened to tell your wife, or the public" Fake Lucifer included himself in with the questioning. Obviously wanted to keep up with the act, that's fine by me, now that I know he's an impersonator I have to see what else he's hiding.

"Uh... do I need a lawyer?" Brody unfortunately asked. If he gets his lawyer then we won't get much information from Brody as we should. I grew a disgusted look on my face when Brody revealed the grey shirt he was wearing underneath his blue suit and showed how sweaty he was under his armpits.

"No one had more access to the dome, to the cameras. Right now, no one has more motive than you" I added which makes Brody look more pressured.

"You know, I'd say I definitely need a lawyer" Brody decided as he removed a red tag and tossed it to his security guard.

As much I hated this Fake Lucifer right now, I still have to corroborate with him for the sake of the case and for the sake of me figuring who he really is. I leaned in close to Fake Lucifer and whispered, "So, right now might be a good time to do your thing."

"My what?" Lucifer looked baffled.

"The mojo, with the eyes" I pointed to his eyes. This would interesting to see how this Fake Lucifer responds and see what he has to do, "The Desire thing."

"Oh! Right, yes, that" Lucifer suddenly recalled and actually wanted to get to do it. "Mr Brody, sorry, one last question."

After being called out, Brody strolls back to us and I patiently stood waiting to see if Fake Lucifer could do what the real Lucifer could actually do. Lucifer walked closer to Brody and locked his and purred, "Tell me... What is it that you truly fear?"

Fear? He said fear, not desire, fear. I narrowed my eye in discombobulation wondering who this imposter really is. It was looking at the mirror as Lucifer draws out people's desires, while this imposter does the opposite as he draws out fears. I watched the eeriness vibrating from Fake Lucifer while thinking about this found ability to draw out people's fears. A demon? An angel? A supernatural being? I couldn't say.

"I... I'm afraid... that... people will find out" Brody stuttered as I could feel his resistance breaking down like a tumbling building by Lucifer's powerful stare.

"That you killed Judy?" Lucifer deeply questioned with a wicked smile.

"No. That I hate space" Brody finally revealed before he exhaustedly sighed as Fake Lucifer and I was taken back by his unexpected answer, "This astronaut crap scares the hell out of me! I just started the Mars Project to compete with Bezos and Musk. It was a goddamn publicity stunt."

"So you don't want to go to Mars?" I asked.

"That's why you're a sweaty Betty?" Fake Lucifer pointed out the sweat that was drenched under Brody's armpits.

"I get carsick, for God's sake. I almost passed out in the simulation. How am I supposed to rocket my ass to fricking Mars?" Brody dramatically wined.

"Did Judy know it was all a sham?" I wondered thinking that that's a good motive to kill someone.

"Not at first. She found out when she was in the dome, actually. Called me, pissed, threatening to tell everyone, the press" Brody openly revealed.

"Well, even more reason for you to want her dead" I thought.

"No, no, no. I talked her down, told her I had no choice now but to go through with the trip" Brody shook his head denying my statement, "So, we made up. I'm telling you, I had nothing to do with her death."

"Do you have an alibi for three nights ago?" I asked.

"I was home all night with my family, vomiting my guts out because the following morning, I had to get in that stupid tin can" Brody answered as I smelled the truth from all the stinky sweat condensing on his forehead.

Unfortunately, Brody kept his word and called his lawyer so now we can still ask questions but we won't get answers. Walking outside before calling Dan to warn him about Brody getting a lawyer so means more work for us trying to solid evidence linking Brody to Judy's death. Once I ended the call, I felt Fake Lucifer's presence close behind me and before I knew it, he walked fast till he was standing right in front of me.

"I, uh... I've upset you even more back there, didn't I? When I asked him what he truly feared" he started and I felt an explanation was about to pour out from his mouth, "You see…"

"Actually, Lucifer, uh... just the opposite. I think it helped me understand" I quickly interrupted which surprised Fake Lucifer, but I think he was more deeply shocked when I spoke in a less rageful and a more calm and delighted tone. He studied my face checking if I was actually serious about what I just said.

"I've never been to Hell, and like you said I hope I never will, but from what you've told me... it's a truly terrible place, and if it really was thousands of years for you, no wonder dishonesty and fear followed you back" I began elucidating and his eyes with stunned with amazement.

"I mean, yes, you've changed, but it would be stranger if you hadn't" I rambled down before I took a step closer and raised my hand and gently pressed my palm against the side of his face, "I think it's time that I accept that."

My sudden, warm touch send shockwaves through his entire body, I could see a pool of confusion swirling around in his dark eyes with his jaw slightly dropped. It was like a chess game to him, I played an unexpected move and now he has no idea what to do next. I could sense him cracking a bit, but I still wanted to see him breaking a bit so I look through a peephole and see what this imposter is hiding behind the clever façade.

I grew a perfect smile for him to feel for and softly spoke, "See you at the precinct?"

"Right" he breathlessly replied.

"Okay" I walked off with that gleeful smile still presenting on my face until I started walking and when my back was facing Fake Lucifer, that grin quickly melted away. He couldn't see my wrath boiling in the centre of my eyes and written on my face.

After I jumped back in my car, I sat silently for a short moment wondering if this was a big risk for me to take when I'm pregnant. But I have to know who this imposter is as it might help to know where Lucifer is. I was glad that he fell for it but that it still doesn't soften the wounds, knowing that the real Lucifer, my Lucifer isn't here with me.

I stared through the door window and watched Fake Lucifer walking away. I imagine myself hitting him and punching him for impersonating the man I love and for meddling around with my feelings. Before, I started the engine, I whispered in confidence, "Got ya!"

Lucifer's Pov

For thousands of years, every single day I've been wandering through the stone hallways of Hell. I felt the aches falling from the grey, depressing sky and landing on my shoes, my shoulders and on top of my raven hair. Every step I took echoes lighting through the shadowy hallways. I often rest upon my great throne that stands so high above the rocky land below my feet. And, what kept me going… was thinking of Chloe.

My last view of Chloe with tears flowing from her eyes as she begged me not to leave and our last goodbyes were the only words that echoed loudly in my head. Her warm hands squeezed mine as though she wasn't going to let me go. Even so, I remembered all the lovely moments of her; listening to the detective's laughs, catching her with her eye rolls, and our time-solving crime and catching criminals. I remember her soggy kisses most of all, tasting her mouth, and our passionate nights of sex, I never forget her warm touch and how much sends thrills down my entire body. Making me feel more alive, Chloe was my purpose in life. Now, I've lost here.

Since my arrival in Hell, I've dealt with Dromos and the other demons by trapping them within empty, cold and dark cells and getting most of my loyal demons to punish them. Meanwhile, it does please me that those blood-thirsty demons who kidnapped my nephew and justice were being served, however I was not satisfied.

Today, I walked down through those shadowy hallways again and went past two, husky demons whose parts of their faces were rottenly disintegrated through the flesh, Maze's demon face is like that but only the left half. They bowled down before me, "My king. My king."

"Oh, pissed off!" I growled and carried on walking.

I didn't care what they think, or how they felt, even if I was being spiteful towards them, there was literally nothing here that I care about anymore. The only thing I cared about was making sure that the love of my life was safe and unharmed from all the crazy celestial. The detective was almost caught by a park of dreadful demons and I would forever blame myself if anything would have happened to her.

There were always whispers spreading across the dark real whenever newly damned souls arrived down in Hell. I thought visiting a new damned soul would help me distract myself for a while or at least keep me going during my duties.

Randomly picked a door and walked inside, the first thing I saw was my demon disgusting themselves as a group of human men in hoodies dealing out drugs and money on a table. I scanned around the cell and it was set as a huge, empty room inside of an abandoned building. Believing that this hell loop is possibly based on a memory of a time when humanity has been dealing with drug dealers. I saw the mortal prisoner who was wearing a pair of glasses and is wearing a red and yellow jacket, and he was walking around in perplexion and at the moment.

Sometimes, at the right moments, I can be cheekily cruel when it comes to teasing dead souls. I took the first step in greeting him with a wolfish smirk, "Hello newbie."

"Wh… Where am I?" the poor soul scanned when he saw me before he around with a sceptical look painted on his face.

"You're in Hell" I answered.

My answer was like a great winter wind blew over and coldly froze the prisoner's body as he stuttered, "Hell?"

"Yes, Hell" I repeated my answer, but the dead man wasn't convinced by my answer, I added, "Eternal damnation? Infinite suffering? It's a pretty straightforward concept."

"But, how… Wait…" he paused and studied my face and I could tell that he remembered something, "It's… It's you!"

"Ah, well this is a first. Usually everyone questions who I am" I showed a surprised but delighted grin. Usually, when new souls enter Hell, they often question about who I am, so this was certainly a first for me, "Still, nice for an introduction."

I straighten my black suit jacket and stood up in a straight and professional position, "Lucifer Morningstar, as you know, the devil."

"Th… The Devil?" the man stuttered.

"Yes, like Satan, Beelzebub, Prince of Darkness" I mentioned a few other names humanity has chosen for me. The man still looked bemused as I commented, "Ah, you're quite a thick mortal, aren't you?"

"But how can you be here?" he wondered.

"Well, a while ago there were a few demons of mine who were causing huge trouble on Earth. I had to return here to secure them. Leaving my home. Leaving my family" I gave a long pause as my regretful gaze dropped to the floor and my face melted in sorrow, "Leaving her."

Since my arrival in Hell, I've commanded those loyal demons who always obeyed me to alert me if they heard of anything of a mortal woman from Los Angeles who goes by the name 'Detective.' It helps me feel satisfied knowing where she is at the moment, and if she was okay. But then again, of course, the detective wouldn't be okay, because she would be missing me terribly as the same goes with me.

The last time I heard of the detective was when I meet an old friend of mine, Mr Said Out Bitch was down here as a new damned soul and luckily enough the detective was working on his murder case. I helped her out in a way by sending one of my loyal demons up to possess a recently dead body that was connected to the case and sending her a message about where to find the killer. I didn't have to pray that the detective will solve it because she is a brilliant and intelligent woman who never gives up on catching bad guys. Stupid enough I thought of asking what was the date back then on Earth.

Now, this man is a new damned soul perhaps he could remember, "In fact, since you are new, tell me the last time you were on Earth before your miserable death. What was the date?"

"It was… June. I think" he answered.

"Year?"

"2019."

I quickly calculated from the day I left the detective to that new updated date, "Two months."

"What?"

"It'll be two months for her" I whispered to myself, not caring if the mortal heard me or not. I sigh in disbelief as it wasn't thankfully as long for her as I hoped, "But down here, it's been thousands of years for me."

I could always visualize the detective laying in her bed as she was crying herself to sleep, I bet she even prayed to my arrogant father begging him to bring me back home. I've been having those tearful images stuck in my head for thousands of years when I walked through the empty hallways or sat on my high throne. I never sleep in Hell so it was quite torture for me to picture my detective in a depressing state and I'm not there to make her feel better.

"Still how come you're here when I saw you earlier?"

"We've met before?" I narrowed my eyes in confusion.

"Yeah. You chased me. You and that woman" he rambled on but none of his words helped me however when he mentioned 'that woman' I immediately assumed that he was only the woman I'd been non-stop dreaming of… Chloe.

"Blonde hair, blue eyes, voice soft as the ocean" I describe the basics, but truthfully I could describe all the perfect things about her.

"Blonde hair, yeah" the man nodded.

"How is she?" I questioned.

"She's fine I think" he gave a short answer, but it was largely gratifying.

"Good" I sadly smiled although I was pleased to hear that she is good and healthy back on Earth, yet depressed that I'm not there with her.

How much I would give just to see her for a moment. To watch her grew that beautiful smile, to hear her adorable laugh, to smell that sweet scent from her long, golden wave of hair. I wanted to feel her arm wrapped around my neck as I would coil mine around her back. To feel her warm touch made me like there was no other place that I would rather be because, to me, she was my home. My only home.

"I remember, you were both chasing after me in a car" the moral man explained his vision of how we meet, but I was clueless as I would have recognised him. He continued, "I tried to run over you guys, and…"

He stopped as he was trying to remember again, during that short silence I jumped in, "Well, I can assure you, we have never met."

"Though I'm not sure whether to be threatened as you tried to kill that woman" my voice changed to a low and serious tone as my dark eyes sparkled red for only a second.

"No, no, no, no… Wait. Wait!" the man was already shaking in dear when he caught the glimpse of bright and bloody red light in my eyes. I sensed the fear running down his spine and anxiousness tingling down his leg as he quickly replied, "But, you saved her."

"Maybe this is too early, after all, arriving in Hell can rattle the brain, especially for thick mortals" I suggested.

"You lifted her up in the air. I saw you. You flew with those black wings and I crashed…"

My heart stopped.

Literally stopped beating.

Like a bullet was shot through my chest, but instead of a bullet. It was fear.

The air in my lungs froze and those sharp words 'black wings' was caught in the centre of my throat, making it hard for me to breathe. Two words in my dictionary that should always be separated. The word 'black' filled my thoughts with darkness, while the word 'wing' reminded of me the heavenly angels above. But, putting those wings together wasn't just the worse thing to say, instead it flashed a nightmare right before my eyes.

"No. It can't be" I thought to myself. Because there was only one person that I know of who had black wings, just one, a terrible one.

"I can't remember. But, I crashed. Oh god, I died" the mortal finally remembered his last moment on Earth, but truthfully I didn't care about that now because my mind was set on something else important.

I slowly turned my head around and faced the dead man with a deep anxious stare and fearfully whispered "What did you say?"

"I said I couldn't remember but now I do, and…"

"No, no, no, no, no… What did you say about the wings?" I repeated my question as I rushed over back to him. Standing close to me as I stood taller than him.

"Um… they were large and black…" the man repeated his answer to me.

"Black?" I interrupted before he could say anymore. If he was a new soul in Hell then perhaps his brain is still rusted from this unexpected experience. But, I still prayed that he was mistaken, I even prayed to Dad, before I nervously asked, "Are you sure?"

"Yeah. I'm pretty sure. I swear" he nodded in a certain tone as he stared up at my pale face.

"And, this man, he looked exactly like me?" I could feel my fear coiling around my stomach painfully twisting it and the fear was increasingly poisoning my entire, weakening my muscles as I could faint at anytime.

"Like a spitting image" he nodded.

Cautiously, I turned around and walked away giving myself some space to adjust to this shocking news while silence caught my tongue and my ears blocked out all the noises surrounding me. Gloomy nightmares started intoxicating my mind as my detective got hurt by that dangerous angel with black wings. Soon, the feeling of fear was gradually replaced with rage and hatred as I knew exactly who this person is. My eyes glow as red as hellfire when I thought of that angel with black wings same with a black heart and a dark mind.

"Bastard!"