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Hi readers! Welcome back to another chapter.

One week after the release of Lucifer season 6, hope you are doing well after that ending. Phew! What journey we had in the show. I'm going to miss it every day.

The reason why I'm writing this is that this story it's only based on season 5, I'm not planning to continue this story through season 6. And, I won't include any of the large plots from season 6 linking to this story, such as Rory or anything else. I might include some small details from season 6, but I want to write my original ideas in this. Thank you for reading.

Hope you'll enjoy this!

Chapter 7

During the evening, the blue sky soon melted away in a dark and orange colour while the half-shaded moon was shown in the glittery sky of stars. The precinct was all silent except I could the sounds of footsteps marching past each other and the short conversations muttering through people's mouths. Ella was doing her work within the lab and Dan was just doing anything that keeps his distance away from Lucifer.

I was sitting at my desk looking over some paperwork on Brody and see if there was anyone more connections between him and Judy. Fake Lucifer was sitting on the opposite side while helping me through the files, although I glanced over a few times checking to see if there was anything suspicious, he seems very ordinary at the moment, but I knew that it was all part of an act.

Somehow, I needed to know more if this really is an imposter. If there's one thing that I know about Lucifer that is he is always seductive, and he enjoys teasing me as I do to him. So, plan to see what this Fake Lucifer is made of.

"I'm going to get some coffee, would you like some Lucifer?" I smiley offered.

"Sure" he nodded with a friendly grin as Fake Lucifer gently dropped the paper files on the desk, stood up and I lead the way to the precinct's kitchen.

The empty, white kitchen area will half brighten with purple light as Fake Lucifer and I walked in. He lifted a door for a high cabinet that opens up some spare cups, when Fake Lucifer was about to reached out and grabbed the cup, at the same time I reach out which leads us to our hands touching. He looked tensed when he felt my warm skin touching his and looked quite bemused as Fake Lucifer doesn't know how to react. I lightly chuckled wanting to act like this is just a small romantic scene then Fake Lucifer reacted the same thing. He took out two cups for us then handed out a paper bottle of milk while I poured the coffee into our cups.

"Milk?" he kindly offered.

"Yes please" I held the half-filled cups in front of us and Fake Lucifer poured the milk into the cups. I took out a spoon and swirled it around inside my cups until they both became into a lightly golden-brown colour. Fake Lucifer was still acting sedate and normal and didn't look interested in joining this seductive game. So, I had to up my game, then an idea popped into my mind.

"You know, I am hungry. Do you want anything from the vending machine?" I asked, and before Fake Lucifer could answer anything, I added, "Oh, shoot. I, um, forgot my money. Do you mind if..."

Fake Lucifer didn't refuse so I stepped forward giving an inch of space between our bodies. My hand reached down and slithered inside the side pocket of his trousers as I felt the cash but ignored it for I went in deeper till the tip of my fingers were at the pointy of the pocket. Then, slowly I started began moving my finger as I could almost touch the edge of his cock.

He was standing so still like a cold statue as Fake Lucifer exhaled in short and sharp breathes, his face was frozen in deep timorous and cluelessness as he had no idea what to do next. Deep down I knew if the real Lucifer was here, he would have grown a sexy smile and carried on playing this teasing game. Instead, Fake Lucifer acted like an anxious virgin which proves a point to me that he's an imposter.

Soon, I grabbed the cash and pulled them out, "Thanks."

I walked over to the vending machine where the purple light followed up while Fake Lucifer followed behind me. We stood in front scanning up and down at the cripes available behind the glass.

"So, um... what do you think? Do you want your favourite? The ranch puffs, or... maybe something different?" he still didn't give an answer as I assumed Fake Lucifer was still completely speechless from my unexpected approach. He looked up and down at the cripes, but Fake Lucifer only stared back at me like he was anticipating me to choose. When our gazes were locked onto each other and I felt like Fake Lucifer was going to lay a speech on me about his behaviour and how much he cares for me, you know the usual stuff to keep up the act.

"You know, I've been thinking. You are different, but sometimes change is a good thing" I commenced which caught his attention from my sudden change of attitude, especially this morning. My hands raised and my finger firmly paced down over the unbutton edges of his jacket and lightly giggled, "You know, I... I think I like this new Lucifer. You've grown. I've been stuck in an old version of us, and, uh... maybe it's time for me to move forward, or... for us to move forward together."

I watched the shock spreading across his face like a virus, his dry mouth was half open as Fake Lucifer was oblivious to what he should do next. I leaned in and whispered, "How about after we solve this case, I come over to your place?"

"Okay" he nervously gulped.

He looked hazy on whether or not to bend his head in and kiss me, while the real Lucifer would have done the same, I was glad that this Fake Lucifer didn't actually consider doing it as it would have definitely made me feel sick. I bit my bottom lip to keep up with the performance, then shifted my gaze to the side trying to find a distraction till I glanced at our reflection from the machine's glass.

"Oh, look at us. It's rather lovely, isn't it?" I indicated and Fake Lucifer followed my stare.

"Yes" he grew a delighted smile, "It is, indeed."

In that second, I imagined if the real Lucifer was here beside me, and this creepy imposter, I could have pointed out to him all the great things I could see in this version of us. In my imagination, I could picture us together alongside Trixie and our newborn baby in our arms with Lucifer and I dressed with joyful smiles, as though we were like one big happy family.

My eyes continued staring at our reflection and my theoretical brain started working back to our case and an idea popped in my head, "Maybe there's a reflection."

"Excuse me" I passed the cash back to him before dashing off to the lab where I knew Ella would be there.

I rushed back to the lab and explained to Ella about the reflection from the CCTV cameras and checking the mirrors in the videos caught anything. Fortunately, it did and we spotted in the reflection of a van mirror a person wear in an astronaut suit. Ella stated that it was an improved astronaut suit so she and Fake Lucifer travelled to the home of Sam Chavez, the head employee of the Red 1 Mars Project. I would have come along but due to my pregnancy, I wasn't allowed to do any fieldwork and thankfully Fake Lucifer wasn't too suspicious about that. In the end, they caught the killer who was Mandy admitting to killing Judy out of jealousy believing that her husband Sam was cheating on her with Judy.

That was case closed, and now there was one more mystery for me to solve; who is the imposter impersonating themselves as Lucifer?

At home, I arranged a meeting with Fake Lucifer at the penthouse and that's when I could finally take off his mask and see who this imposter really is. Got myself undressed in my bedroom before I changed into a navy floral print blouse with black jeans, making myself look fancy as he won't be able to see through this paint façade as well. Blushing myself with some makeup on my face until my eyes wandered down to the right corner of my desk and spotted my jewellery box. Slowly opening it as the first thing that caught my eyes was the bullet necklace; I evoked wearing it last night when I thought I saw the real Lucifer cheating on me. Then I brainstormed an idea; if Fake Lucifer can impersonate some of the basic things about Lucifer, then he wouldn't know the small little, important details such as Lucifer's honesty, how his teasing matter towards Dan, or how special this necklace is.

Once was I was fully dressed and ready, I reminded myself to strapped a small holster around my belt where I could hide a gun and the hem of my blouse could cover over it, in case for an emergency and I had to defend myself. Afterwards, I deeply exhaled in long and deep breathes, stared down my stomach and whispered, "Okay baby. This is a huge risk mummy is taking. But, it will be worth it if we need to know where your daddy is, okay?"

"I promise I'll be careful and I'll leave as soon as we will get our answers" I vowed knowing that I shouldn't even do this for the sake of the baby's life and mine. I passed my promised through a kiss on the tip of my fingers and delivered it down as I pressed my fingers on the side of my stomach.

I was about to walk out from my bedroom until stopped at the entrance and forgotten to tell the unborn child as I gazed down again, "Oh, and baby, if you copy what mummy is about to do. I will ground you for the rest of your life. And, I'm not being a hypocrite, it's just me being a protective mum."

Tiptoed down the stairs and walked into the living room where I spotted Trixie on the couch watching T.V where she should on doing her homework. I rolled my eyes before strolling towards her where I gently rubbed the backside of her small head, "Hey, monkey, Orla is going to come and babysit you."

"Where's Maze?" she asked and I saw the worriedness plotting the centre of her small, brown, innocent eyes.

"I don't know. Maybe she's out" I theorised however Trixie held a disagreeable look.

"She usually texts me when she got the bad guys or partying" Trixie stated, "Maze never leaves me hanging."

"Maybe she's busy" I suggested but Trixie still looked hopeless and frowns. I felt so bad seeing my little girl looking so blue because Maze and Trixie are best friends and I know how much Maze means to us. It's every parent's wish to know everything and have all the answers to secure their impurity child's happiness and safety.

"Look, I won't be long okay" I leaned over and kissed the top of her head.

"Are you having another sleepover tonight at Lucifer's?" she wondered, usually Trixie asked that question in a cheeky way whenever Lucifer and I were going to have sex at his place. After Lucifer's absence, I know that Trixie could sense my sadness, like a detective she's certainly my little, ingenue, smart daughter. Sometimes I don't tell her, but Trixie knows when I stay at the penthouse because I'm too sad about missing Lucifer. Trixie is cleaver than she seems as my monkey must have developed my senses of being a detective.

"No. I just need to sort something out" I replied truthfully, "But, I will come back. I promise."

"Love you" I whispered.

"Love you too, mum."

"Be good, okay."

"If I will, can I get chocolate?" she cheekily asked with a Chester Cat grin.

"If you do your homework then yes" I grinned back as I loved the annoyed look on Trixie when I'm bargaining with the things she loves if she'll do the thing she dislikes.

Soon, I left the apartment and drove down the less busy roars of L.A, I was driving slower than usual as that was what I wanted my breathing to be instead of in a fast pace. I did consider being idiotic of me to go and face this imposter alone, without Maze's or Amenidael's help, but this was personal to me. Whoever this monster behind the mask really is used Lucifer's face to manipulating my feelings into believing the man I love was becoming unkind and spiteful. Now, that just pissed me off, and I hate being pissed off.

When I reached to Lux, it was all packed as usual as the security guard let me through. The crowded club was flooded with dancing party people, a few with drinks in their hands and other dancing with their hands in the air. I stroll back and headed towards the elevator where it guided me through a short journey up to the top floor.

I walked inside the shadowy penthouse as the bar was lightly brightened in a dark shade of ocean blue, while the large was glittered by the small tree chandelier above my head. There was no sign of Fake Lucifer so I assumed he was in the bedroom like last night and hopefully not with anyone. I needed this plan to work in order to satisfy my need of knowing where my Lucifer really is and if he is okay. There cannot be any distractions and interruptions.

"Lucifer?" I shouted while scanning around the large room.

"I'll be there in a moment, Detective" Fake Lucifer yelled from the inside of the bedroom.

"Okay" I lightly replied.

I continued walking until I stopped by the entrance of the balcony and stared out at the flamboyantly bright lights from the buildings of L.A. Exhaled in deep breathes from the fresh air outside and closed my eyes telling herself, 'Be calm, Chloe. Be brave. You can do it.' I was too lost in my thoughts, I didn't actually hear the footsteps sneaking up from behind my body.

"Good evening" an eerie voice whispered behind me as it blew a cold chill down my spine.

I turned and faced Fake Lucifer and quickly held up a fake smile, "Hi."

"Do you remember the last time we were here?" I asked, wanting to see how Fake Lucifer would react.

"Of course" he shortly lied, assuming Fake Lucifer wanted to give out dysfunctional answers so that won't be so revealing for me to figure out. At least he thinks I'm not as smart as he hoped, stupid bastard.

"We told each other how we felt. We said our last goodbyes. I just hope you know that my feelings for you haven't change" I studied his face and could see how he was waiting for me to confess more, and so I did to keep up the act, "I love you, Lucifer. I love you so much"

"And I meant it, too" Fake Lucifer tried to show a kind and heart-warming smile, but I could easily see through the façade that he was truly holding a victory grin, "I love you, Chloe."

Behind my sealed mouth, I was grinding my teeth at how this imposter is manipulating my feelings and love for Lucifer. I managed to control my anger as I took a breathe in and remembered the main mission. I pressed my hands against his muscular chest and pushed Fake Lucifer backwards and I could hear him moaning in a relished tone. Soon, his back hit the brown couch as Fake Lucifer sat down and I was leaning over him.

"I've waited such a long time for this" I seductively whispered.

"Me, too" he hummed, and I could sense some anxiousness hidden in his voice like before at the precinct.

I slide my arms out from the brown check trench coat off and threw it on the opposite of the couch, and Fake Lucifer hummed in amused as he scanned my navy floral print blouse. His head leaned in close to the crook of my neck as I felt him smelling the sweet scent of my skin. I closed my eyes reminding myself that it's all for the mission, just ignore all the moans and whispers that Fake Lucifer was making near my ear.

My hands craved over the side of his head and rolled down to his neck where my fingers reached to the bullet of my necklace. I lifted it up between our faces and when I saw his eyes caught the view of the bullet, I whispered, "See? Still have it on."

"I can see that" he chuckled with a sham smile, yet he seems completely clueless.

"I still can't believe you would buy this for me" I added, of course, it was a lie because the true Lucifer made the bullet necklace for me especially as a birthday present.

"Well, I'll do anything for you, detective" he answered, and that was my cue. That was my final point that proves that Fake Lucifer is an imposter.

"Shall, we… head to the bedroom?" he darkly purred as I felt his hands nearly holding on to the side of my hips.

Shit! He was really going for it, so I had to move before he takes the first step. Fake Lucifer leaned in to try to steal a kiss from me, fortunately I pulled myself back before he would dare touch his lying lips on mine. "Sure, you ready? I mean I don't want to rush you."

"Oh, trust me, I'll prepare" his wicked grin grew wider.

"Good" I watched the excitement blooming on his face while he was unaware of my right hand reaching down to the side of my hip, where I was wearing a holster and my voice into a deep and serious voice, "Because you need to be ready for this."

Straightaway, I pulled my gun out from its' holster and fired directing at his right leg, Fake Lucifer screamed a rasped cry in shock and pain as he dropped down the floor possibly trying to keep up the act as he groaned and whined in agony. He gazed up with his questionable, and I gave him my answer while still aiming my gun at him, "Once I shot Lucifer to prove he was the Devil, and now I'm shooting you to prove you're not."

I waved my gun warning him to remove his hand and revealed the hole I have made from my fire, once there was no sighting of blood I sighed in relief as the truth was finally revealed. Though the truth was the only salt on the sure wounds as it just reveals to me that the real Lucifer I love was never here, I sadly nodded, "That's what I thought."

Fake Lucifer was breathing heavily as he started rising himself up while holding a surprised stare and an amused smirk. Once he was on his feet, his right shoulder suspiciously raised up and he spoke in an American accent, "How long have you known?"

Hearing that strange voice that sounded exactly like Lucifer's but with a different accent and I felt a sense of darkness chillingly vibrating. I silently breathed in telling myself to be strong and not look afraid as I answered in a confident tone, "I knew something was off the first time I kissed you. You felt different. But you had such good explanations, such good lies. And, I wanted to believe you."

It was true about how much faith I put in him despite how much he has been acting strangely at the beginning and how I still gave him time and space to adjust back to his normal life. "But then I saw you kissing another woman. That's when I knew" I nodded with a small, fake smile as though I wanted to congratulate him on pulling off that evil trick.

Fake Lucifer was beguiled by my answer as I continued, "I knew Lucifer would have never done that to me. He's kinder than that."

"So..." I raised my gun up again and aimed it directly at the imposter and got straight to the point, "Who are you really?"

"I'm Lucifer's brother. Michael" the imposter didn't bother to hide his sinter smile, "It's nice to meet finally meet you."

"Sorry, can't say the same" I replied and received a low chuckle from him.

"Wait, Michael? As in the Archangel?" I recalled the name, Michael, when I was on my Europe holiday and researched a little bit more into Lucifer's background. I've heard of him. I think he was he fought Lucifer during his rebellion and defeated him in which then lead Lucifer to fall.

"Ah, so you've heard of me" he sounded enlivened.

"Why are you here? What do you want?" I questioned deeper, trying to work out his motive behind his long act of impersonating Lucifer.

"To right a very serious wrong" Michael answered shortly which raised one of my eyebrows.

I narrow my confused eyes, "What wrong?"

"See, two Earthly months ago, there I was in the Silver City, doing my thing, when Amenadiel came up with a dead mortal and told us his story of how Lucifer fought some demons to save his new-born nephew" he started, and his words brought back memories of the battle at the Mayan. Where we fought demons, Charlotte died and Amenadiel carried her to Heaven, then I was attacked by the demons and Lucifer saved me after revealing his true Devil form.

Michael carried on his short laugher, "At first, I thought he was joking since Lucifer is technically the most selfish being in all of creation."

I was taken back at his description of Lucifer, I knew that Lucifer was a bit selfish and egoistic when we first worked together but he evolved into a better man. Lucifer became caring and loyal to me and his friends and developed a great sense of justice. Michael probably still thinks of Lucifer as the same man from the past, even from the time of the rebellion by how Michael sounded shocked that Lucifer risked his life to save another.

"But then, Gabriel strolls in and says, Lucifer went back to Hell, voluntarily" Michael chuckled like the story was obviously a joke.

I studied his face as I notice a hint of envy blooming on his face, the room suddenly went cold when Michael's voice became louder and darker, "Well, I just crack up, as you can imagine. But then Raphael starts going off about how Lucifer's grown, and Raziel points that Lucifer has become a changed man and then Remy says, 'Yeah, what a sacrifice,' and then pretty soon all I hear is, Lucifer! Lucifer! Lucifer!"

He ended his speech with a smile full of hatred while his low and cold voice echoed within the quiet room as it blew winter chills down my spine and almost formed a lumped in the centre of my throat. But, the way he was speaking about Lucifer like an angry brother deeply curious me as Michael spoke like a chauvinist with a childish tantrum against their own sibling. I questioned, "So you're… jealous?"

"Jealous? Oh no" Michael replied in a calmer tone as he pulled his full focus onto my face and fiercely growled, "No, I'm pissed."

"Lucifer finally does what he's supposed to do without whining about it, and he gets praised? He rebelled against my father, Almighty God, for God's sake. Since when do we congratulate a convict for serving a sentence?" Michael locked his eyes with mine and with that gnarly stare I felt his hated strongly boiling whenever he continues discussing about Lucifer.

I acknowledged Michael's point of a convict committing to the sentence they deserved; reminds me of Perry Smith, two years ago who got away from his prison sentence for murdering my father. I also understood that Lucifer was punished to rule Hell over his rebellion but he learnt his lesson, Lucifer doesn't deserve to go back to that horrible place. Michael carried on explaining, "And if I know my eternally selfish brother, and I do, all this sacrifice and responsibility bullshit, it's just smoke and mirrors."

"I don't know who he's trying to fool, but I do know... that as soon as he hears someone is
up here playing with his toys... maybe even breaking a few" he delightfully hummed at the last part of that sentence, it brought me chills especially when Michael eyed directly at me. Soon, he finally revealed the agenda of his malevolent plan, "Then he will come flying right back up to reveal his true colours."

"And, by breaking his toys, you mean his stuff? His piano?" I pointed to the broken piano wondered if Michael was the one who destroyed it out of rage towards Lucifer. Because, truthfully I don't think breaking his favourite piano is going to bring Lucifer back.

"Oh no, that was done by his pet demon" Michael noted and my heart abruptly skipped a beat.

"Maze?" I gasped when Michael mentioned Maze, since I haven't back from her in days thought she was on a bounty hunt, but she didn't text me or called me or answered any of my massagers which made Trixie worried earlier. If Maze ran into Michael, a strong angel and figured out who he really was, then he must have done something to her to keep her silent. I snarled in a resentful tone, "Where is she? What have you done to her?"

"Nothing. I've just tied her down a bit, and she's alive and resting like a good dog" Michael eerily smiled and my jaw slightly dropped at how he disgustedly talks.

"But, by breaking his toys, I meant by somethings he loves playing the most" Michael corrected me as he focused his hard stare on me while growing a sinful smile, "Like you."

His sharp words were like diggers pointing sharply against my body and one held against my throat threatening to end my life. But my mind was still puzzled as I questioned while trying to make sense of all of this, "But, if you wanted to hurt me, why did you bothered saving me? Back then, at the house or during the car chase."

"First, it's good to keep up appearances. Secondly, I did admire you in a way. You've very different compare to other mortals, probably because of the way my father made you" he scanned my body. I felt disgusted when he talks as if I was a 'gift from God' like I was just an object, I've got over that situation and I don't wish for him to drag me though that again.

"You see, I figured that Lucifer's life here on Earth is actually quite… thrilling" Michael eyed his dark gaze at me again as I assumed he was symbolising me as 'Lucifer's Life' in a romantic way.

"That's why I decided that I'm going to break his life" he ghoulishly tittered with a direful smirk, "I'm gonna take it."

I silently gulped in fear at how insanely twisted Michael's mind when he revealed his hatred and plans for Lucifer, especially since he added me into this madness. This strong and dangerous being sees me as a weak puppet and wanted to drag me in a thread, it's enough to scare me to my very core. Frighten to imagine what things he was planning with me. I deeply took in a deep breathe before sedately questioning, "But just now, if I still have thought that you were Lucifer and we ended in the bedroom. I didn't give concept to you, Michael. You would have manipulated me."

"Maybe in some sense, you would have still enjoyed it" Michael repugnantly denied as he presented an implausible yet the same sinister smile.

"That is still rape!" I raised my angry and loathed voice. Michael didn't really the accusatory I was explaining, it was either he doesn't understand the definition of raping someone or that he just doesn't care which both pisses me off and worries me more.

"Really? I mean you can't really split us apart. Same eyes. Same hair. Same body" he waved up and down his Inextricably body. When Michael said that last part of his sentence, I felt my scared heart pumping faster as it rattled uncontrollably between my ribs. I didn't know whether Michael meant about what he said about having the same body as Lucifer; face, chest, arms, and other parts. That just shows me how many creepier Michael can get.

"And, the voice of course. Listen" Michael faced down at the floor and closed his eyes for a second before he faced me again with his right shoulder lowered to a normal level and spoke in a British accent through a toothy smirk leered, "Hello there."

That rapid transformation through his voice sends a cold chill down my spine, from the voice of a jerky American to a cunny British man. Easily Michael changed to perform Lucifer worried me about he easily manipulated me into believing he was really Lucifer. It worries me more wondering about how far Michael would have gone to get back at Lucifer through hurting me.

"I'm Lucifer, Lucifer Morningstar" he held a fake, friendly smile before he gradually lifted his right foot and took a step forward, "Hello, Detective."

"Stop it" I ordered him which I slowly started walking backwards. I felt my heart suddenly thumping faster when he mentioned my name, I didn't like how he said through Lucifer's voice. It sounded so wrong and

"I would never lie" his cunning and gnarly gazed slithering through mine and found my sure soul, empty all the joy and inebriate it with complete fear and darkness.

"Stop it!" I loudly repeated myself as I couldn't stop my voice from breaking down. My back

"Not to you, Detective" the fake innocent tone from his voice and persuading eyes easily camouflaged his disturbing nature.

"Detective…" he growled an evil-looking lopsided grin.

I fired my gun after I finally managed to gain the strength to move my finger and pulled the trigger, I aimed at his right shoulder which seems to make Michael hissed painfully. He glanced back at me and warns, "You know that won't kill me."

"Yeah, but it makes me feel better" I continued firing directly at his chest, although they won't massively hurting him at least they were keeping his back away from me. Every fire I shoot was for his cruel manipulations and tricks he used on me and for his nasty comments on Lucifer.

"Okay, okay, okay! I get it" he raised his hands out asking me to stop, and I did as long as Michael kept his distance, "So… I guess this means you never really liked the new Lucifer."

"You're not the only one who can lie" I replied back with a fake smile as I confidently took a step forward and growled, "And, you are no Lucifer."

Michael looked offended by the last few words from that sentence as I spotted some deep envy of Lucifer hidden in the centre of his dark eyes. I guess even after Lucifer's failed rebellion and became the Devil we all know today, Michael still deeply despise him and I theorised that perhaps Lucifer is liked by his family as he was once known as God's favourite son.

"I don't know what kind of sick game you're playing at. Whether it's just to get back at Lucifer, or you just really want to the world to know what a creepy prick you are" I powerfully began as I predicted Michael was going to laugh but he was standing quite speechless.

"Lucifer isn't here, and yes, I am heartbroken that he is not. But I am also glad, because you made me realize that all my fears that Lucifer had change were just that. They were fears you made in my head" I stated the ultimate truth where I expressed my deeper feelings, all the good and the bad, "But, what Lucifer and I have is special, It's powerful, and it's real. And, it doesn't matter how many lies you put in my head or how many tricks you play on me. I will never lose faith... in me and him."

The serious tone of my voice and hearing my passionate words could not explain more of my love and faith for Lucifer. Michael could view how much I was holding on a brave look while I was holding back a few tears as I mentioned before that the real Lucifer who I love isn't here with me. But, I was over the moon when all of that strange and mean actions were only caused by Michael. Because somehow, I felt it in my gut that Lucifer would never do those things to me, he can be a mystery but Lucifer is not mischief.

I raised my gun and this time I aimed it straight at his face before I anomalistically roared, "So, get the hell out of our home!"

"Oh, really? Okay, seems like you mean it. I respect that" Michael lifted his empty hands as he turned halfway, I silently sighed in relief knowing that he is going to leave and that I wouldn't be in any danger now. Until, he stopped moving, and so did my heart.

"However, I must correct you that I cannot make fears. I sensed them in people and reveal it to them" Michael mentioned as he turned back and faced me again.

"And, forgive me, detective, but I can sense one from you" he pointed, I held a perplexed look as I didn't feel afraid of him, not really at the time. I was a bit scared that Michael was going to threaten me after I confessed his lies, but now there wasn't really anything that I should be afraid of…

The baby…

Shit! I forgot about the baby, wondered what would happen if Michael found out. Since he has a great hatred for Lucifer, what the hell would he do if he finds out that I'm carrying the Devil's baby? I should have left the penthouse instead of ordering him to.

"Quite a big one, actually" he alluded as Michael lifted his right foot forward then the next one, slowly walking towards me, "And, I could feel your desperation of hiding it, Chloe."

"Get back" I commanded as I raised my gun, but Michael ignored my warning and continued creeping forward while I was retracting from this monster.

"Yet, I can feel it trembling down your spine" Michael locked his stare on my eyes like a snake targeted its prey, his grimy words slither into my soul intoxicated it with terror, "That, my dear, is fear."

"I said back off!" I fired a few more shots again but Michael made a swift move and accepted the shot only to rushed towards me and gripped his left hand around my neck. Slightly lifting me up as I could manage to touch the marble floor with my toes, making it very difficult for me to breathe. His right grabbed the gun and tore it away from my hands then Michael easily crashed the gun like it was made of sand. Which startles me more as I imagined him repeating that same squeeze but on my neck.

"I did say they wouldn't kill me" he wickedly growled as he stared down at me, entertained at how I was trying to gasp for air while I was gripping onto his arm to ripped his hand off my neck but Michael as an angel is far more stronger. Instead, I held onto his arm and tried to lift myself up higher so I could try to breathe normally. I tried to harshly punch at his husky chest but it was worthless as Michael is an invulnerable angel.

"Let me go!" I begged but it wasn't as loud as I hoped.

"All in due time, detective" he sinfully smirked as he leaned in a bit closer as his icy presence made my body went completely frozen while Michael stood taller in a condescend and supreme position. Michael made sure that my eyes were locked in his trace as I stupidly unrecognised his next move as the archangel whispered, "But tell me, Chloe, what is that you truly fear?"

"I… I…" my mouth began moving and words were queuing up waiting to get out. With all of my strong will I tried so hard to resist, but the more I stared into his dark eyes I felt like a snake was tightly coiling around my chest and squeezing all the air out. I was desperately trying to hold back my answer, but it only makes my sure throat feeling like it's slightly burning. Wondered if this is how it feels when falling into Lucifer's and Michael's mojo?

Michael wickedly smirked as he enjoyed watching me struggle while I was trying to look away from his eyes, but I was caught up in his hypnotic trace that I sadly gave in, "I… I'm scared of letting you find out about my secret."

"And secret will that be?" he questioned as I could feel the warm air from his lips touching my shaking lips.

"About… About…" I stutter while shedding a single tear out of fear for my baby. Michael's hypnotic gaze was like a hook and caught the words and dragged them out through my dry mouth, "About the baby."

Immediately, I was gasping heavily for air as I felt exhausted once I spoke out the truth. Although Michael looked baffled by my answer and asked, "What baby?"

I kept quiet hoping that he would just leave it be and treat it as claptrap, but I watched his dark eyes darting down to my stomach then back to my wet eyes as Michael was quickly figuring out the puzzle. I prayed that he wouldn't get it but I knew Michael was adroitness to solve it.

"Oh… Oh!" he quietly howled in surprise as Michael's face was painted in excitement, "Is it Lucifer's?"

My mouth was still close while a few tears began flooding out to the side of my frightened eyes. His wide mouth released a derisive laugh and he glanced down at my stomach and I see in his eyes that Michael was developing other twisted plans in mind. He cheered in amusement, "Ah! Now, this is a page-turner. Lucifer's becoming a daddy!"

"I bet Lucifer was shocked when he heard the news, wasn't he?" Michael asked in a thrilled tone, but my lips were glued together as I refused to answer, instead I darted my tearful eyes away from his stare.

My silence clued Michael the real answer which made me grew a wolfish smile, "Oh, wait. Don't tell me. He doesn't know, does he?"

"How do you think he'll react? I wonder" Michael began torturing me but planting lying thoughts in my head, "Hmm… scared? Distant? Angry? Hatred?"

"No!" I growled while shaking my head. Wanting to deny all of those distressful words that Michael was planting in my head, I don't what Lucifer would say but I didn't care because like I said I still have faith in him. I didn't want the idea of Lucifer dismissing his own child before it could make me more anxious about telling the real Lucifer the truth and seeing his reaction. Making me believe in Michael's suggestions of Lucifer being angry, or frightened of the pregnancy.

"Well, we all know how greedy my brother can be. And, I doubt he would want to share you with his own spawn" his right hand lowered down and the tip of his fingers were almost an inch away from my stomach.

"No! Don't!" I growled while aggressively wipe his arm away. I didn't care if Michael wanted to hurt me, but I would have killed him before he could lay a finger on or near my baby, even if he was an angel.

"Feisty, aren't you. I could see why my brother likes you very much, detective" he darkly purred, the more I try to fight back and struggled the more Michael was thrilled by my reactions.

"But, what I should do, is the question" his ghostly eyes scanned down my trembling body and eagerly suggested, "Kill you straightaway, and that includes the bastard child?"

I felt his tenacious grip tightens around my neck making me struggle to breathe, my life flashes before my wet eyes as I thought at that second Michael was going to break the cervical spine as I could see the excitement in his dark eyes.

"Or, we do that later…" the side of his evil grin cracked wider as I caught his eyes darted to the left side, where the bedroom is which widen my wet eyes as I feared of what Michael was thinking at that moment. I knew exactly what he was going to say, "We could sort that out later. Hit the hay perhaps, and…"

At that second, a whip of fast wind appeared by the left of my body and unexpectedly the cold atmosphere quickly changed into a warm and secure ambience. Michael suddenly stopped speaking and I watched in slow motion of the archangel being kicked away and flew backwards across the room till he fell over the edge of the desk. Thankfully I was let go from his tight grip around my neck as my body was dropped down to the marble floor. My breathing became extremely heavy as I began harshly coughing before gasping for fresh air to refill my lungs.

"Detective!" I heard my name from a similar voice, a man who sounded exactly like Michael's expected this voice was more softer and sweeter and less American. My wets eyes had a blurry view, but I focused hard on the face while I notice that this person had different clothing compare to Michael; he was wearing a black jacket and a pure white shirt beneath with a red handkerchief.

"Detective?" I listened to that heavenly voice again and gazed up as I developed a slightly blurry vision. Gradually, my sighting became clearer as I recognised his clothing as there were the last the Devil wore before he left. The same Devil with the same face that I've dreamt of seeing again, and this no dream yet it felt like a dream come true.

"Lucifer?" I breathlessly gasped as I widen my eyes in shock.

He was right there, Lucifer was there kneeling in front of me. I couldn't believe my eyes, thought the tight grip Michael had on my heck reduced the amount of oxygen in my body and made me hallucinate. But, after blinking a couple of times just to check as my vision became more clearer. The same face, the same straight, black hair, and he presented a blissful smile as he softly whispered, "It's me".

I knew that tender voice didn't belong to Michael, I probably cracked the widest smile, "Lucifer!"

I cried in joy as I leapt up and wrapped my arms around his neck while I felt Lucifer's arm tucked underneath mine and coiled around my back as he carefully lifted me back up on my feet. We both rested our heads in the crook of our necks. Feeling his warmth vibrating from his body through his touch was calmly steading my breathing and the beating rhythm of my sure heart.

"I've got you" he whispered.

Our harmonious moment suddenly ended shortly when the sound of low groans echoing from the other side of the room. I glanced over Lucifer's shoulder and saw a hand crawling on the flat surface and nails digging into the marble skin of the desk. I was infected with fear again when Michael upreared from behind the desk, Lucifer felt my body uncontrollably quaking as he followed my frightful gawk directly at his twin brother.

"Stay behind" Lucifer quietly ordered as he held his arm out between me behind his back and the long distance to Michael, while we began moving around the side of the room.

"Ah… Happy reunions" Michael eerily grin regrew. He kept his focus on us and placed a hand upon the centre of his chest, before spoke in a low and facetious tone, "Melts the heart."

We reached to the elevator and quickly made the doors open as Lucifer gently pushed me in however he didn't follow behind me. He stayed just outside of the entrance and locked his gaze on me, "Go home. Keep yourself safe."

"But what about…"

"I'll be fine" Lucifer cut in but his encouraging words didn't stop my worriedness increasing for his life and mine.

I was about to argue until the words were pushed back into my mouth when Lucifer pressed his lips onto mine and I was already lost in a thoughtless wonder. Feeling his warm touch and getting his electrifying taste from his mouth, it explores an overwhelming feeling within me now that I know the man I love is back. Lucifer broke our short kiss and locked his promising eyes with mine, "Trust me."

"I do" I granted a hopeful reply.

"I'll come back to you. I'll promise" Lucifer vowed though he didn't hold a faithful grin before he was lost out of my view as the doors sadly pushed in and closed between us.

My entire body was coldly pressured by the cool air within the elevator, my feet were glued to the floor as I felt like everything was hitting me all at once; Michael, the attack, forcing me to reveal about the pregnancy, then Lucifer unexpectedly reappearance. I was giving my mind some time to adjust to the shock and everything that happened, yet I couldn't help but feel so happy. Joyful to see Lucifer again after two months alone, now he's back home, back into our lives, back to me.

But then all of those happy memories suddenly faded away when my anxiously grew like a beanstalk when I realised that Lucifer is up there alone against his psychotic twin brother. Because if Michael defeated Lucifer once before during the rebellion, then who's to say that Lucifer could get beaten again.

"Oh shit!" I fearfully heaved. I've just realised that Michael knows now about the baby. And Lucifer doesn't. Already developed an apprehensive feeling that isn't going to end well.