Chapter 8

Lucifer's Pov

Shortly after having a small chat with a damn soul in Hell as he witnessed seeing the detective alive with another figure who has the spitting image of me. I instantly knew exactly who that was, Michael, my twin brother who I haven't seen since my failed rebellion. Michael has always had a huge grudge against me and was jealous of how I was Father's favourite. We may be identical twins, but we have completely different characteristics; while I bring out desires and hope, Michael can bring out fear and doubts. I knew Michael often use his powers for his manipulative adroitness games, but I felt deeply apprehensive about him bringing the detective into his dark, twisted game.

Straightaway, I left Hell and fly out from the realm of the damn souls and into the world of the living. I was wholly overwhelmed when my face was hit by the fresh winds in the earthly sky and I was flashed before my eyes as I viewed the glittery stars after living in the dark shadows of Hell for thousands of years. Soon, I realised that I have flown in above the sparkly city of Angels. I was home, I was finally home. Not Heaven, not Hell, juts home, on Earth in L.A and I soon spotted my penthouse from miles away.

It wasn't before long when I spotted my penthouse where the closer it became clearer for me to see someone was there by the glass door. I

I kicked Michael hard in the stomach that made him flew across the room, and quickly caught the detective in my arms. She was very surprised to see me again but then overwhelmingly happy that I was here. When I realised that Michael was gaining his strength back I rapidly walked the detective to the elevator and ordered her to get herself safe back at her home.

"I'll come back to you. I promise" I vowed before I saw her face painted half with hope and half with belief.

I lost her beautiful face out of view when the elevator doors shut together, but I still shortly smiled knowing that the detective is safe now. Then my echo caught the sound of deep breathing far behind me, my eyes flashed in dark red for a second before turning around and faced my twin brother as he saw my hatred written all over my face as I revealed a lopsided grin, "Hello, Michael."

"Welcome home, brother" he greeted with his arms stretched out before gradually pulling them in. Michael walked away from the desk and towards the middle of the living room, "So, how do you like the mess I made, Samael?"

I loudly scoff when Michael used my unwanted name and the sound of it caused a bitter taste on the edge of my tongue. However, I calmly control my rage and replied, "Trying to get under my skin, brother?"

"Well, I hoped turning your life upside down would do that, but if all it takes is a name, perhaps I overestimated you" Michael wickedly smirked. I instantly knew what name my dickhead-head twin was talking about, causing a lump in the centre of my throat and squeezed my fingers inside my hands making hard fists.

However, I managed to control my anger while Michael's irritating voice was continuing bleeding my ears, "Wondering why I'm doing all of this?"

"Not particularly" I walked away towards the ocean blue bar where I already felt the sweet and juicy taste on the tip of my tongue from those alcoholic drinks. Held a thankful stare since it has over thousands of years for me without having any real or tasty liquor.

I began searching my favourite glass of whiskey while Michael complained, "Oh, right, you're so above it. I forgot. If we could all be as cool as you."

"Well, isn't that what this is about, Michael? Hmm?" I took out a small glass and started filling it up with some whiskey in a sunset orange colour, "It's funny how turning my life upside down actually involved pretending to be me."

"It worked, didn't it?"

"No, no taking over my life that you deserved a punch in the face" I commented after taking a short sip from my glass.

"Why, thank you" Michael revealed a derisive grin.

"But, getting involve with the detective" Michael sensed my rage growing when he felt the rapid low change in our voice, while I threaten him a death stare sharply aiming at his face, "No… No, you just crossed the line there Michael."

"I didn't hurt her really" Michael innocently shook his head while holding a tiny yet unpleasant smile.

I disagreed in an aggressive tone, "I saw your hand gripped around her neck!"

"But, she did shot me a couple of times" Michael pointed to the gunshot holes on my shirt that he was wearing.

"Hmm, that got me thinking that you had that coming" I smirky hummed at how strong and brave my detective was for courageously confronting and shooting my dickhead brother.

"I get you why you're angry at me. Hate me even. But, why bring the detective involve?" I questioned as I placed my whiskey glass on the counter. I understood the increase of Michael's high rage since the rebellion, but Michael didn't need to bring the detective this madness.

"Because I wanted to test your weak spots" Michael shortly answered as I gritted my teeth behind my sealed lips, while my brother revealed a wolfish grin, "And, I didn't think you would mind me playing with your toys"

"She is not a toy" I growled in a dark tone.

"No? Well, correct if I'm wrong, but didn't you asked her on a date then ghosted her?" Michael recalled the date night where I convinced the detective to let me treat her with some fancy dinner, but I ended up ditching her after an affecting therapy with Dr. Linda. That was the night where I realised that perhaps I saw the detective more than just a friend, and that was terrifying for me and stupidly I ghosted her alone at the restaurant. Then, of course, Michael carried on ill-treating my flaws, "And didn't you play around with her relationship with Pierce."

"Cain was manipulating her at the time" I amended my brother before pointing my hand towards Michael while I took a few steps forward away from the bar. Michael could view the seriousness blooming in my eyes when I spoke in a louder tone, "I won't let you do the same to her."

"Oh, how cute. You think you're worthy of her love?" Michael teased with a provoking smile, until his voice changed into a bitter and gloomy tone, "Even after you little stunt you played."

I gave him a questionable gaze, "What stunt?"

"Going back to Hell and restore your position and being treated like the hero" Michael dispiritedly pointed. If Michael heard about my department for Hell, then I wondered if the rest of Heaven has heard of it too. Maybe my other siblings? Dad even?

Michael tempestuously snarled, "Honestly, you, the Devil, the first fallen angel gets praised for doing a job that you were meant to do yet everyone sees it as a noble sacrifice made."

"I did it to stop the demons from hurting anyone else" I reminded Michael, before sighing at how my insolent brother couldn't see the fact that I went back to Hell so no more innocent can get killed by the rebel demons.

"And your sweet detective" Michael held a lopsided smile and I couldn't comment back because it was actually true.

I gulped a round lump of my fury down my dry throat as I slightly shook my head, "I didn't do it for praises."

"No! You just to make yourself look the 'Great Lucifer Morning!'" Michael mocked my name in a British accent and already his voice was into a black tar poisoned with his rage and hatred, "But you're not, are you! You're just Samael."

That strong taste of bitter was spread again inside my mouth when Michael called my unwanted name, the sound of it flooded my mind with memories that I've tried to bury for thousands of years; memories of my old home in Heaven and my unpleasant times with my father. I loudly barked, "Stop calling me that!"

"Alright, how about I call you unwanted? Or loved?" Michael took a step towards my direction and marginally leaned forward and hissed, "Or better yet, unworthy."

"I mean I could see you like her. Chloe is a special one, isn't she?" my brother grew a creepy smile and dead-panned before he licked his lips, "Not to mention the fact that she's a great kisser."

I felt a snap inside of me like a supernova massively explored within me while a violent rage became flowing through my bloodstream. Rolled my fingers in my hands as they were a pair of tight fists while my eyes flashed the same but a darker colour of hellish red. I quietly yet animalistically growled at the thought of Michael kissing the detective while toying with her. The more I picture Michael trying to deeper the kiss or tries to smooth in closer with the detective, the more my hatred repugnantly grew and boiled like it was ready to burst out.

My feet began moving forward till it came to me charging towards him like an animal predator racing towards its' prey. I threw my first punch at Michael but my brother easily defended himself which pushes us away from each other. Soon my rage and Michael's frustrating nature of vexing me draws us back together like magnets, as I started attacking him again yet Michael managed to self-defend.

At one point, Michael was strongly pushing me back, but I took a chance of tackling him; I turned around, so my back was facing him, one of my hands gripped around his neck and the other held tight on the arm. Once I had my grip, I pulled Michael forward and flipped him over my shoulder which leads him to land harshly on his back in the broken parts of my piano.

"You son of a bitch!" I growled as my eyes bloomed red like hellfire, thinking of how Michael toyed the detective and manipulate her feelings towards me and used it for his selfless gain. I kneed down and tightly gripped my hands on Michael's neck, as I was desperate enough to strangle him to death and punch him hard enough to break his skull.

While I continued slamming my fists into his face, Michael took a bass string and wrapped it around my neck. The unpredicted attack made me lost focus for a mere second as Michael rolled us over, so he was above me. I choked harder as Michael coiled the string tighter around my throat while my brother was sinisterly smiling at how helpless I was.

Suddenly, Michael has pulled back away from me and I was finally able to breathe. After chocking out for some fresh air while hand gently rubbed around my neck where the thick string was coiled around. I looked up and saw my favourite assassin taking on my brother. "Maze!" I cheered while watching the demon strongly swings Michael across the floor while I steadily got back up on my feet.

"Where did you come from?" I noticed that Maze rushed in from the bedroom instead of the elevator, making me wonder how she managed to get inside. Unless she used the emergency staircase near the bedroom.

"Being tied up in the closet by your jackass brother" Maze angrily answered.

Michael quickly raised up back on his two feet and straighten one of my black jackets he was wearing, sneaky bastard, and he took one of my favourite cyan shirts. He sifted our gaze between Maze and I, like he waiting for one of us to make the next move. Maze leapt in the fight with a demon blade in her hand, but Michael easily pushed the demon away, then I jumped in next and tried to hit my twin but Michael managed to dodge my punch and instead hit hard in my stomach which forces me backwards. Maze tried to attack again but Michael grabbed hold of her hair and the backside of her leather shirt and threw Maze towards the bar as her body crashed through the glass shelves and bottles till her back hit the wall and dropped down to the floor with all the shattered pieces of glass and open liquor.

I quietly hissed in annoyance, "Ah… now that's just putting salt on the wound!"

Rapidly jumped up and grabbed a large piece of wooden and harshly whacked it across Michael's face, making my brother dropped the floor and the large wooden piece break in half. I stood still in that same position trying to catch my breathe meanwhile my mind wonders to my broken piano and I cursed at whoever did that.

Unexpectedly, Michael lunched up and coiled his arms around my waist and lifted me off the floor. Michael pulled himself backwards which caused me to flip over and brutally landed on my back as I panted in pain and shock. I blinked a few times while a massive headache was tramping through my mind. I felt an eerie stare darting at my face as I slowly turn to my right and meet with the same dashing face and the same sinful eyes.

At the same time, we raised up till I was standing on my hands and knees while panting in a tired tone, I look straight and I was already gazing through a dark mirror that was reflecting the opposite of myself. Michael held a Cheshire-Cat grin as he was enjoying me being tangled with rage for my brother's interference, but also with disappointment because I felt angry about myself not being there for the detective when Michael was manipulating her from the beginning.

Swiftly, Michael tried to leap forward to attack me again, but I swing my hands out and harshly slammed his head down on the marble floor making my brother loudly groaned. I raised up on my two feet while my mind was brainstorming my next attack on Michael or perhaps, I should let him go now and warn him to never come again. But I didn't want to risk the detective's life again, knowing that Michael could still go after her whenever and wherever and probably do something worse. I cannot allow that to happen, then something else caught my attention. By the corner of my eye, I spotted the demon blade close by, and a wicked idea popped up.

I bend my knees low so I could pull Michael up and wrapped my left arm around his head while he began trying to pull my arm away. I felt his body nearly shivering as I read his mean thinking that I was going to twist his head and break his neck, but only if he could read mine.

I evilly whispered "You tried to take over my life. But I can assure you that it will not happen again."

I held a good tenacious grip on his head with my left arm while my right hand reached down and grabbed grab the demon blade near me. I felt Michael's voice anxiously cracked when he noticed my slithery movements, "Lucifer?"

My eyes focus on the sharp, curve shape while I felt Michael's body uncontrollably trembling before "When we won't even have the same face ever again."

"Lucifer! No, wait! Please!" Michael yelled but I ignored his begs and started the slicing.

Pressed the sharp point down on the left side of Michael's forehead and started dragging down over his nose and deeper into the skin till the sharp point hit the bone. Michael loud cries in pain echoed within the penthouse while he was wildly trying to wiggle his way out from my tight grip. Hearing Michael's screams only grew a wicked and amused smile on my face, call me cruel and malevolent for enjoying at my brother's despises, but after spending years in Hell again watching and listening to the guilty mortals being tortured.

Once the blade sliced down to the bottom of Michael's face while he continued weeping in agony, I finally released him and let my brother land on the marble floor facing downwards. I raised up to my feet and from a high distance, I spotted the dark blood dripping from his face and onto the marble floor. I too focus on my twin brother I didn't hear the 'ding' sound from the elevator as a tall figure rushed into my presence.

"Lucifer!" Amenadiel shouted from behind.

"Amenadiel" I faced my brother with a small smile as I was happy to see a brother who isn't psychotic, but I did miss Amenadiel dearly.

Amenadiel was dressed in a smart, grey suit, and straightaway I knew that he was taking care of Lux while I was gone. My brother shortly beaned as he was happy to see me return before he explained, "Chloe called me. She said you were here with…

His answer was interrupted by a loud and painfully groan as Michael as my twin brother slowly rolled himself around halfway. Revealing the deep and bloody scar I marked diagonally across his face while the dark blood leaking from his scar were flooding down over his face.

"Michael" Amenadiel gasped.

Surprisingly, Michael managed to show a villainous grin as it presents his gnarly, mocking personality, "Hello, big brother. Missed me?"

"I should have known" I felt some shame hinted at his Amenadiel's voice, feeling annoyed at the fact that Michael fooled him completely. I actually wanted to complain on his lack of intelligence in seeing that it was Michael who was impersonating me.

"Yeah. That's why you're not the brightest one in the family" Michael cheekily commented and I felt Amenadiel's ambition to punch Michael in the face. Meanwhile, Maze crawled out from the pile of broken glass pieces and slashes of mixed liquor, she slowly walks towards us and stood beside me.

"So, this is your choice. Siding with the Devil. The monster. Our brother who scars people for life" Michael tilted his head staring up at Amenadiel, but he furiously snarled at his last sentence as Michael indicated his finger to the scar on his face.

"Get out" I growled before taking a step forward, gave my bloody-face twin a death stare and with every word I spoke my voice grew louder and darker, "And, if you ever come near me, my family, my friends and or anyone innocent. I swear to dad, I will drag you to Hell myself, cage you, chain you and put locks on your cell so you will NEVER ESCAPE!"

My loud warning sends cold chills within the shadowy room although a sudden winter appeared within the penthouse. I watched as Michael was devoured by fear as he stared up my angry face and watched my eyes brighten in hellfire red. Even Amenadiel and Maze wisely stood away as they felt my rage vibrating from my body. Maze recognised my wrath from me being spending aeons as a brutal king of Hell as she enjoyed watching me threaten the guilty damn souls.

"I remember that look. That look with so much hate, so much anger, so little of love" Michael slightly shivered from my threat, yet he still had enough nerves and breathes to crept beneath our skins, as Michael shortly laughter in a dark tone through a sinister smile, "That's how you looked up to our father. I hope one day your child will look up to you with that same feeling."

'Child? What child?' I wondered in my head as my mind began puzzling at first as I didn't know what he meant through his last sentence. But, I quickly ignored his riddle as I assumed my hard punches must have rattled his brain a bit. Instead of questioning it, I aggressively repeating my order, "Get out, Michael!"

My brother seen pissed at first when I ignored his mysterious claptrap before he gradually raised himself up while crawling away from me as Michael is still shaken from my cruel action. Limping towards the balcony where Michael reached to the open space and spread his black wings out and within a second, he lifted himself up into the dark sky and vanished out of sight. Soon as Michael was gone, I was able to breathe deeply and calmly as my body was almost flooded with relief.

"Are you alright?" I heard Amenadiel's nervous voice behind me, but I didn't felt his gaze on me as Amenadiel was actually looking at Maze as he gently rubbed the side of her shoulders.

"Yeah. I'm fine" Maze breathlessly answered.

"Lucifer?" my older brother turned to me with the same question.

I span around and lightly replied while slightly wave my shoulder around, "I'm okay. as they say."

Amenadiel agreed before he scanned me seeing that I was not totally broken by Michael, and he gave me a friendly smile, "It is good to see you again, brother."

"You too" I reflect the same grin, showing that I've missed my brother as much as he has missed me.

I turned to face Maze reflecting the same joyful look on my face to show how much I have missed her as well, however Maze didn't had the same reaction as the demon began storming off towards the elevator. Amenadiel and I stood still in confusion as I shouted, "Maze? What's wrong?"

"What's wrong?" Maze turned around with a shocked look when she repeated my question.

"Yes. I just came after spending years down in Hell. First time arriving, and I'm already thrown into a fight" I pointed to the main areas of the room where we fought against Michael, then I faced the complex demon, "Now, you're suddenly pissed off at me."

"I'm pissed because you abandoned me!" Maze grumbled as she rushed back and pointed out with the sharp blade in her hand.

I asked, "What? Because I left for Hell, and didn't bring you along?"

"Yes!" she barked like a wild, mad dog in an obvious tone like I should have known.

"Well, by all means, you are welcomed to join me Mazikeen" I offered.

"Do I look like I have wings, you idiot!" Maze continued yelling.

"Well, Amenadiel does. Why didn't you ask him?" I asked as I darted my eyes to my brother, but Maze became silent.

"You're not my servant anymore, Maze. I thought you would have wanted to stay here on Earth" I explained, knowing how much Maze has made a whole new life here on Earth and created a family of own. I didn't want to take that away from her, so why was Maze still look angry?

"Should have at least asked" she growled underneath her breathe as she stormed out from the crowd.

"Maze!" I shouted out her name, but the demon stubbornly ignored my calls and left the penthouse through the open elevator.

"Demons. Stubborn as hell" I complained though Amenadiel held a disagreeable look on his face.

I didn't bother to give a thought about Maze's problem because I was instantly thinking about the detective and wondered how she was feeling right now. She must have still in shock from Michael's attack and my unexpected return, I think the detective has gone home for safety. But, that got me worrying that Michael might come back to the detective and hurt her again to get back at me.

My feet began rushing towards the balcony, at the same time I heard Amenadiel's voice shouting to me but that didn't stop me from walking, "Where are you going?"

"To the detective, of course!" I answered while continued walking fast to the balcony, getting ready to unfold my white wings and fly.

"Lucifer!" my brother idiotically interrupted my take off.

"What?" I groaned in a vexed tone as I stopped just by a step away from the outdoor balcony, desperately wanted Amenadiel to hurry up so I could see the detective.

I saw his mouth was about to move but my dear, old brother couldn't get the words out for some reason. I stare at him pressing Amenadiel to hurry up but during that short moment my brother was rethinking his words and finally spoke, "Chloe really missed you."

"I know" I replied in an obvious tone and rolled my eyes before I strolled outside and released my white wings out from my back and took off into the nightly sky again.

Chloe's Pov

After rushing out from the penthouse, I called Amenadiel on my phone telling him about Lucifer is trouble and about Michael is there with him and when I spoke the name I felt Amenadiel's fear grew. Travelling down the elevator and dashing out from Lux and dodging past some people, I felt the cool air hitting my face when I exited out of the building.

I carefully drove through the half busy roars, tried to focus hard on the road ahead instead of thinking back to what happened at the penthouse. My mind was wrapping around too many bombshells all at once; confronting Michael then he threatened to kill me and the baby, and then Lucifer returned home and now he's alone going to fight off his crazy, psychotic brother.

I was close to arriving at my home while thinking that Lucifer might come around after his encounter with Michael, but now I'm not sure since Michael could easily impersonate Lucifer, scared to think that Michael might come to me where Trixie will there too. I called Dan to come and get Trixie to stay at his for a while, thankfully arrived sooner than I expected but it was perfect timing after I finally managed to convince Trixie to stay at her dad's home which leaves me alone on the quiet apartment.

Straightaway, I picked up one of Maze's demon blades for my protection, just to prepare myself in case Michael returns for another attack. I dropped my gun back at the penthouse, but even if I had my gun back it would have been useless anyway since human bullets can't deeply affect angels. That thought increased the beating rate of my scared heart, so I sat down on the couch trying to calm down. Began rubbing the dagger in between my anxious fingers.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

My ears pricked when I heard the gentle knock while my heart stopped in fear and my gaze fell upon the front door. I stood up fast while tightly gripped my fingers around the demon blade. Wanting to feel prepared and ready for whatever is coming through that door, however I couldn't stop my body from shaking in fear. Could still feel the red fingerprints marked around my neck from Michael's tight grip and evoked his eerie stare creeping in my soul and drawing out my deep fears.

I didn't answer as I was waiting for the person to come in and reveal themselves. The moment of silence was broken when the door was open and hearing the sounds first few footsteps already made my heart beating faster than ever. The white figure gracefully walked through the entrance and saw his face where they were some small cuts around the sides and had some rips through the neat fabrics of his black suit.

The moment his gaze fell upon my face, his sure face grew a blissful smile, "Hello, detective."

He talked in the same British voice, so elegant and kind, if it was Lucifer I would have instantly dashed over towards him and hugged him tightly. But, I was not completely convinced as my mind was still haunted by Michael's clever acts of manipulation and his threatening motives towards me. I remembered Michael wearing a black suit with a cyan shirt, and Lucifer wearing the same thing when he left for hell; a black suit as well but with a white shirt. This man was wearing the same clothing as Lucifer, but how do I know if Michael has beaten Lucifer and changed into his ripped clothing to fool me again.

I stayed where I was while my body was still half trembling and asked, "Are you really Lucifer?"

He looked a bit offended by the question, but I don't want to fell for another trick by Michael again and I knew her. He sedately spoke, "Yes. Detective, it's me."

"Prove it" I strictly commanded as I held up the bullet necklace off my chest, Michael failed to answer the truth earlier, so I wanted if this one really knows the originals of this special gift, "Where did this come from?"

"I made for your 36th birthday" he started explaining, and while listening to his words somehow I developed a strange feeling in my gut, I knew instantly that it was Lucifer, the real one, the man who I loved, "It's the bullet that you shoot me at the warehouse. I said 'I thought since I'll never likely penetrate you, I…'"

He didn't manage to finish his answer as I was already rushed up to him and wrapped my arms around his neck. I couldn't believe it, Lucifer was really here, in my arms. I deeply sigh in relief now I was in my favourite and safest place, and I knew Lucifer felt the same

I whispered, wanting to make that this isn't a dream that I'm reliving in, "It's really you, isn't it?"

"It is" Lucifer purred as I felt his hand softly stroke the back of my blonde hair.

Gradually, I pulled myself back so I could fully gaze up at his face, the view of his raven black hair, his warm smile, and his brown eyes developed an overwhelming feeling within me. Knowing this is real, the true Lucifer is back home with me, I couldn't be any more happier. Raised my hand and gently held the side of my face I shredded a single tear over my cheek as I chuckled a small smile, "I missed you."

Lucifer mirrored my action as he lifted his hand and rested it on the side of my face as Lucifer smoothly rubbed off the single tear off my red checks. I gazed into his tired eyes and saw a pool of bliss and relief like he has finally found peace, Lucifer softly replied, "And I missed you."

In that same second, we both leaned in and pressed our warm lips against each other, it wasn't deep, but I felt a great sense of relief and hope re-growing through our short kiss. First time feeling his touch and tasting his gorgeous lips since his department, it felt better and more overwhelming than that night where I kissed Lucifer at Megan's house, when it was actually Michael.

Shortly, we broke our kiss and locked our eyes as I studied his face and realised all the cuts marked on his face, guessing he must have been in a brutal fight with Michael. I gave a concerned stare, "Can I get you anything? You look like Hell."

"Appropriate" Lucifer lightly chuckled, but he couldn't hold back the aches that were stinging his entire body, "I wouldn't mind sitting down though."

"Yeah. Of course" I courteously lead him to the blue couch and Lucifer slowly sat down and I sat beside him while our hands were still tied together. I scanned up and down his body where they were a few rips on his trousers and black suit, and the small cuts on his angelic face, making me questioned, "What happened?"

"I've dealt with the Michael problem. Gave him quite a beating" Lucifer answered, he sounded nearly exhausted clueing me that it was a long and rough fight and Michael must have fought Lucifer pretty hard as well.

"Can't say he didn't deserve it" I replied, after everything

I watched Lucifer swallowed in sorrow as he gazed up to me with his tired and regretful eye. He turned his body halfway, so he was fully facing me as Lucifer placed both hands upon mine and locked his gaze with mine, "Detective, I am so sorry for what you been through. I wish I was…"

"You did nothing wrong, Lucifer" I interrupted before Lucifer could say anything else. I made sure that Lucifer was looking into my eyes so he could see how serious I was when I added, "But, what's important now is that we're safe. Because of you. Because saved me."

He mentioned, "Anyway, he won't be impersonating me anymore."

"Really? How?"

"I may have scarred his face. Making him look like a human version of Scar" he explained as he drew a finger down over his face in a diagonal line, and I laughed at his Disney example. I exhale in reassurance knowing that Michael cannot fool me anymore now he is easily stood out by a large scar.

"Well, hopefully, he'll be out of our lives now" I gleefully hoped.

But then I stopped and think and realised that was a stupid thing to say. Yes, it was so wonderful to see Lucifer again and to have him with me again, but then I remembered that Hell needs to be secured. Shame and sorrow suddenly flooded the room as our faces looked down in sadness. I could tell by gazing through his brown eyes that Lucifer was already thinking the same thing, "I'm sorry, I might have to Hell."

"It's okay. I know, I understand" I nodded though I would say that Lucifer could sense how much I disagrees.

As much as I hate losing Lucifer again, I didn't want to be selfish by wishing him to be here instead of taking control of the Hell demons, so they won't rebel and escape again. Lucifer's noble sacrifice proved how responsible and selfless he is, I know he would always choose us and his happiness above everything, but I also know Lucifer also wants people and me to be safe. Until I brainstormed a little idea; before he leaves again, maybe this was the best time to tell Lucifer about the baby. It wouldn't be a bad idea because; firstly, I actually get to tell him the news, and secondly, Lucifer might have more reasons to leave Hell and stay here on Earth with me.

"I just had to see if you were okay" Lucifer broke the depression silence and laid a hand by the side of my face as Lucifer held a proud smile, "But, of course, you saw through Michael's charade, my clever Detective"

I childishly blushed as my cheeks turned rosy red when Lucifer called me as 'his Detective' because no one can call my name or nickname better than he can. "Well, I... It did take me a bit of time" I confessed, half of me felt a bit stupid for not really looking into Michael' charade when we first meet. I continued, "I mean he was very convincing. But, he did some strange things only you would never do."

"Like what?"

'Oh, where to start' I wondered until I began listing, "Well, he liked doing the paperwork. He didn't joke around at work or with suspects. He didn't drink from your flask. He was continuously nice to Dan."

"Oh, sounds like Michael hardly knew me at all" Lucifer huffed with half a laugh and I couldn't agree with him more. I mean Michael did really well on the acting, the appearance, the soothing lines, but the creepy son of a bitch didn't know the little, niche, important details about Lucifer. For example, Michael didn't know about Lucifer's true honesty, his childish and cheeky personality, and his talented desire mojo. Lucifer asked, "And, you knew straightaway?"

"Not straightaway. It was when he um… he was kissing someone behind my back" I revealed and watched the shock grew on Lucifer's face as he couldn't believe how far Michael would have gone to hurt me. Lucifer could imagine my tearful face painted with pain. I wanted to change the mood so Lucifer wouldn't have to feel shame, so I ended, "As heartbreaking as it was, that's when I knew that it was Michael. Because I knew you would never do that me."

"Never. You are the only woman who I want to kiss, Chloe" Lucifer blissful grin and his warm words melted my heart. His hand beside my face softly pulled my head closer as we pressed our foreheads together.

"And among other things" Lucifer seductively chuckled as he wiggled his eyebrows. I laughed missing his sexy jokes and comments and admitted that I have missed those passionate nights with him. Lucifer leaned and pressed his warm lips upon mine, and this time he deepens our kiss a bit of bit. We both wanted to swallow each other's mouths and breathe in our intoxicating air.

I slowly broke away the kiss and breathed in for some fresh air, before I also included, "He also started a few white lies at the beginning when we first meet."

"Oh, that is one-hundred per cent Michael. Every word that comes out of that admittedly scarred face is a lie" Lucifer concurred with my comment, "He even said something strange earlier."

"Like what?"

Lucifer shared some small giggles before he answered, "Well, Michael mentioned something about my hatred towards our father, and he said 'I hope one day your child will look up to you with that same feeling.'"

Oh shit. Michael told Lucifer before me, that bastard. Since Michael did force the truth out of me by his creepy, fear mojo, I shouldn't be surprised that Michael would have said it somehow during their fight. A small smile was frozen on my face, yet it was ever so leisurely melting away, Lucifer didn't notice it as he was laughing from what Michael told him.

"I couldn't understand what he meant by that" Lucifer chuckled, still believing it to be somewhat a made-up bad joke, "But, I must have punched him so hard, my brother began talking some barbaric nonsense. I mean me having a child."

Lucifer shrieky laughed for a short while till he finally acknowledge my faded grin and has been replaced by a small frown. He held a bemused gaze but he still spoke in a light tone, "That's meant to be a joke, detective. Funny isn't it?"

I didn't reply because truthfully I didn't know how to answer. I mean what was going I say? That Lucifer's psychotic twin brother is right about the Devil becoming a daddy. My quietness wasn't helping either as the more I stayed silent the more suspicious Lucifer becomes.

"Detective?" Lucifer gave me a baffled look.

"Okay, Lucifer" I exhaled in a deep breathe while my brain began rattling on what to say. I didn't know if I should just tell him straight away, but instead uncontrollably a joke flow right out from my mouth, "You know when we joked after we had sex, about how we might have made a Rosemary's baby."

"Yes, I recall" Lucifer grew a cheeky grin.

I stared down for a second before facing him, and quietly replied in an anxious tone, "Well… I think we actually did do it."

Still looked confused, Lucifer slightly shook his head and gawked at me with a deep baffled look on his brighten face, "I don't understand."

Here it goes… "I'm pregnant."

Time suddenly stopped when I spoke out those single, small two words like they sucked all the air out from the apartment and made Lucifer frozenly still. He didn't move a muscle but after adjusting the news bit by bit, I sadly watched his small smile slowly fading away. I thought Lucifer was going to ask if I was joking but when he saw the seriousness reflecting from my blue eyes Lucifer knew that I wasn't kidding around.

It got me even more worried when I felt his hands slipping away from mine as Lucifer looks down in belief like he was now the one thinking that this is some kind of dream. I calmly comforted him, "I know it's a huge shock and it is so unexpected. I didn't even expect it."

Lucifer rapidly stood up and took a few steps away creating a short distance between us, I was scared for a moment thinking Lucifer was going to walk away without saying a word. I raised up but stayed where I was because I didn't want to make Lucifer feel pressured. Could hear his breathing increasing fast while Lucifer was moving his jaw like he was trying to the right words to say.

Soon, Lucifer faces back at me and asked in a half breathless tone, "So, you're um… having a baby?"

"Yeah" I nodded.

"So… um… is it…" Lucifer didn't manage to continue asking his question, but he pointed his finger to himself and I managed to understand his question.

"It's yours. Definitely" I answered for him.

"How… How long?"

"Two months."

"T-Two months" he stuttered in a deep anxious tone as Lucifer repeatedly shifted his gaze away from my eyes finding something else to distract his view. Soon, Lucifer faced back at me and asked, "When did you find out about it?"

"I found out a week after you left" I answered while fiddling with my fingers in front of my stomach.

"Lucifer? Just breathe. Okay, breathe" I walked over to him and gently grabbed hold of his hands. Lucifer didn't look into my eyes as he was shifting his focus on other things in our surroundings, I sedately warned him, "If you need time to adjust this whole thing, I totally understand. I really do."

I didn't receive an answer from the Devil as he kept quiet as Lucifer continued avoiding making eye contact with me. His silence was helpless as it was vexing my patience, I didn't care if Lucifer wasn't looking at me. All I needed was I know what he was feeling at the moment, "Oh Lucifer, please say something. Anything."

"I… um…" he soundlessly mumbled. Lucifer soon locked his bewildered eyes with mine, I felt a piece of hope bloom, thinking that perhaps Lucifer would calm down and understand that the pregnancy doesn't have to be bad news. I saw Lucifer moving his jaw and I patiently wait for his next words…

"I need to go."

The coldness rapidly spread all over my body, inside and out, like a virus when Lucifer's hands slithered out from mine and I lost his warm touch. My blue eyes filled with shock as I didn't move, nor did I stopped him, but I turned around and shouted, "Not to Hell?"

Lucifer stopped at the front door and had his hand on the steel handle, but he didn't pull it down. He hanged his gaze on the door handle before drafting upwards and faced me again, and his pale face was painted with uncertainty. He stuttered, "No. Well… no, I mean… I don't know."

I couldn't help but express how upsetting Lucifer's reaction was making me feel. I didn't know how to react to this, nor what to say to Lucifer. It reminded of how Marcus reacted when I was about to tell him for the time that I loved him, then his rejection and leaving me alone broke my heart. God, please tell me this isn't one of those moments, that Lucifer won't do the same thing to me.

Lucifer looked clueless about what he should say next as he could see how hurt I was. I felt my sure heart cracked when I caught Lucifer's hand twisting the handle and opening the front door. Before he stepped out from the apartment, Lucifer whispered in a shameful tone, "I'm sorry, detective."

My feet were glued to the wooden floor beneath me, I wanted to go after Lucifer and tell him that everything will be okay but if I do that, then I would feel like I would be repulsing Lucifer away. I understood how Lucifer needed time and space to comes to terms with the fact that I'm pregnant with his child. However, the same he reaction tells me Lucifer disagrees with the idea that he will actually accept the idea of being a father.

Once, I managed to move the muscles in my leg, I strolled to the couch where I rested my arms downs on the edge as my hands were holding me upwards until I slither around and slowly lean back on the couch again. As detective it's my job to work through troubling puzzles and problems through murder cases, but I have no idea how to work through this problem. I evoked back to when Michael had me at the neck and haunted my mind about Lucifer's reaction to the baby; angry, hatred, distance. I didn't want to believe his distasteful words but now they were glued to my mind thinking that perhaps Michael was right. What if Lucifer doesn't want to involve with the child? Where does this lead for us?

I faced downwards and softly rubbed the side of my stomach, and my sorrowful voice broke down, "I'm so sorry, baby. But, I have no idea on how to fix this?"