Ashes — Stellar, the Martin Jensen Remix
Dad told me about your kind.
Class halfway through and the students were trying to solve their math assignments. The banter was assumable as many couldn't solve the problems simply without a calculator, so they asked away.
Aiden had already effortlessly done most of the work, all that remained was the last and hardest equation.
Occasionally the Nephilim's attention was pulled away from the paper and to a girl few seats ahead who had deliberately tried to get Aiden's attention by throwing paper balls at him.
His gaze lifts to strawberry blond eyeing him and nodding for him to open the paper.
What's your IG?
—Kimberly
He raises a brow. Intrigued. Kimberly wasn't the first girl today to gain Aiden's attention. He barely got a seat in the classroom after majority of the girls and a few guys had offered him a seat next to him. Ultimately, he chose to sit at the far back.
He was about to ask her what an IG was when the teacher started telling the class how to find the proper method to solving the assignments. So, instead of answering the impatient girl, Aiden smiles and gives her a wink instead. Making Kimberly's eyes sparkle and her cheeks flare.
Aiden leans back a little, to focus on his task, but in doing so, his chair moves a little, making a slight noise against the hard floor. He's sure she would have heard that, but the girl didn't look up. Too focused on whatever she's typing on her laptop.
However, just then, Aiden's gaze lands on a lonely calculator on the girl's desk. Just what he needs.
"May I?" He asks, about to take the thing when a muffled 'No' makes its way to his ears. Aden frowns. "Why not?"
"We're not supposed to use the calculator on this problem." She corrects, without taking her gaze of her laptop.
For a moment, the Nephilim is frozen in thought. That voice. Where have I heard it before?
Aiden leans back and tries to brush it off. It could be just nothing. "Well, that sucks. What's the point of the existence of the device if we're not even allowed to use it?"
"...To use our brain."
"Well then my sister was right—" Aiden looks up at the teacher behind her desk. She leans back in her seat while biting into a red apple as she scrolls through her smartphone. "—these humans want to torture us."
The girl's eyebrows furrow at Aiden's weird comment. "Uh-huh. And what planet are you from again? Mars?"
"More like Hell."
"And let me guess... You're the King of Hell who's come to seek for his Queen?" She lightly jokes.
"No. That title belongs to my father."
"Okay. The Prince of Hell. Gotcha. Even better. You're crazy."
Aiden turns to her, curious. "Is that such a bad thing?"
The human doesn't respond, in hopes of getting back to work. But this just changes the boy's tactics to turn the conversations into a new direction.
"By the way." He moves his hand to her view in hopes of shaking her hand. Remembering well how his father taught him how important it was to make a good first impression. And in hopes of learning her name as well. "My name's Aiden."
The girl finally lifts her head up, making her face slightly seeable behind the white hoody. And for the first time, as Aiden catches the sight of her, his suspicions begin to rise about the thought that he might actually know her from somewhere.
"I know who you are." She says, almost proving Aiden's theory. But she looks back down and continues her assignment.
"How?" He pulls back his hand, his interests in her suddenly skyrockets.
"Word travels fast around here." She says, pausing for a second before making a hand gesture towards the classroom. "The whole school keeps gossiping about this new guy."
The blond-haired boy smirks, interested. "Oh, really, and what are they saying?"
"That he's a handsomely tall, lean build hot dude who looks more like some top model straight from a photoshoot then an actual student."
"And do you believe that?"
"No." She flatly states.
"Why not?
"Because unlike the rest of girls who see and want a piece of a charming, handsome, irresistible guy, I don't."
"Then what do you see?"
"Nothing." She says simply. "For what I've heard, and gather is that you are just an average playboy like the rest of the school's male student population. Or so I've heard."
"...I wouldn't calm myself just average."
She snorts, before covering it with a caught. Turning serious. "I'm not interested."
"In men?" He raises a brow, amused.
"In you."
Just when the bell rings, she closes her laptop and shoves it inside her backpack, right before taking out and extending some sort of a stick. Making Aiden realize she's using it as way to guide her. His lips part ways when he understands the girl's blind.
The corner of his lip rises into an impressed smirked as he watches her leave. His gaze falls down and notices a flier screaming at him with bright color and letter. Something about song competition or whatever.
Like a bulb lights up when his eyes see the girl turn a corner and disappears from sight. A plan quickly forming in his mind.
...Dad also said that the most complex ones tended to be harder to catch.
...But that's why they were always worth the chase. After all, that's how I met your mother.
Aiden wastes no time and manages to follow the girl down the hallway and find her near her locker.
The girl places a couple of books from her bag inside her locker. Making it a little lighter for the rest of the day.
"Hey, wait." Comes Aiden's cheery voice. "I didn't catch your name."
"I didn't intend to give you my name."
Aiden leans against the lockers, trying to catch a better glimpse of her face. He crosses his arms. "Why not?"
"Because you sound a little crazy. No offence."
"None taken."
"And I'm really not in the mood for crazy today."
"Alright. Fine." Aiden says, leaning off the lockers just when the girl places her shades inside her shoulder bag and then lock her door. Aiden's gaze lifting to her face that is still hidden by her white hoodie. "Just. Let me see you for a second and then I won't bother you anymore."
She slams her door shut. "Why?"
"Please." Aiden moves closer. "I just need to know one thing. Okay?"
The girl sighs but obligates. Maybe then will he leave her be. In one quick move she pulls down hoodie and reveal her brown to fall down her shoulders.
Aiden's gaze immediately widens at the sight of her. The girl's face is a little flushed, either from walking out of class in such a fast pace, or by Aiden's continues need to be by her side. But what gets the Nephilim's attention the most is her exquisite and unique eyes - one is icy blue and the other a dark brown color. Light and dark. The opposite of one another.
Just as Aiden had expected from the sound of her voice and face, he wasn't off about not knowing her.
"Lia?"
"No." The girl shakes her head, feeling him moving awfully close to her. "I go by Cecilia."
The corner of Aiden's lips rises when his suspicions finally make sense. It is her. I'm sure of it.
"Aiden." The girl named Cecilia warns him. "People are looking." She says hearing the whispers from across the hall.
The boy dismisses it. Suddenly not interest in the school full of teenagers.
"What does it matter?" He almost says to himself. "You're sightless anyway." The most he speaks up and see how his words affected her by her face falling into frown, he regrets it.
The next thing Aiden feels is fast sting of pain coming from around his left cheek.
"Shit." He swore at the feeling before touching the part the girl had slapped him
Cecilia rises on to her toes and presses an index finger against the boy's heaving chest. "You know, for a sighted person, you sure didn't see that coming, did you?" She says, pulling away and turns to leave Aiden alone.
Luckily, the pain subsides quickly, and the Nephilim pulls himself together.
He moves his jaw a little, still feeling a slight rusty after taste hit his tongue. He definitely did not expect a reaction like that from a human, let alone her.
But one thing was now certain. The familiar feeling of seeing her before was right all along. For a moment he thought he had seen her somewhere in the city. But now, he knew that he had met the vexed girl before.
Just not on Earth.
But in Hell.
After the class is over, Rory makes a mental note to stay behind. You know, give back the notes to Theo, and not because she wants to know where this Elsa Grimston is heading off to. Not curious at all. Nope.
Just before the young Nephilim manages to stroll her way out of the classroom, her teacher stops her by calling her back to her desk.
"Rory."
The girl sighs. "Yes, Miss Anderson?"
Her teacher brings up one of Rory's last test results. An F. "You need to start taking this seriously."
"I am." She says, lying.
"Rory, you and I both know you can do a whole lot better." Miss Anderson tries to encourage her. "Otherwise, I will need to assign you a tutor?"
"No-No. I got it." The Nephilim quickly answers. "I'll try better. I promise."
"I really hope so."
Rory grabs her test before making her way out of the classroom and into the hallway. She sighs in relief. Stopping at the lockers as she sees Elsa, and Rory's gaze immediately lifts. She debates on following the girl, but before she manages to do so, Elsa turns a corner to the left and disappears from sight.
"Heyyy!"
Rory barely pulls her gaze from the end of the hall when an excited Souline skips over to her and literally shoves a poster in her face.
"What are you doing?" Rory's eyebrows furrow at the action, before eyeing the thing. "What is this?"
"The solution I was talking about."
Rory eyes roam over the printed words, trying to understand what her best friend had found.
"A singing competition?" She reads while eyeing a smug looking Soul. When she reaches the bottom and she's the price money, her gears start turning and her gaze widens. "Holy shit, Soul! Ten grand?"
"I know right!" She squeals.
Rory brown eyes snap back to Soul. "This is more than enough to get me the car."
"I know!"
Rory eyes the terms and condition again but this time her face falls. "The rules say you must have at least a partner. Where am I going to find a student who's actually willing to sing with me?"
Soul's eyes make a double take at the question. She crosses her arms. "Honestly, Rory, you're so clueless sometimes." She says, making the Nephilim raise her brow.
"What'd you mean?"
The two girls laugh it off and make their way to the school's gymnasium to register for the competition, only to find it filled with workers trying to fix a leaky pipeline above the room.
"Whaddaya mean we have to cancel the whole show for tonight!?" A red headed girl dramatically demands.
"I'm sorry, but the repairs will take at least a week to fix if not longer." A worker says.
"Well, what am I gonna tell the other students? The shows over!?" She panics, thumbling with her phone and texting nonstop.
"I could help."
The red headed girl turns to the sound Rory behind her, and she face falls. "And what can you do, Rory?"
"Not that you need to know, Vicky, but my family owns a night club downtown." The Nephilim starts, eyeing a smug looking Souline next to her. "I could easily make a few calls and arrange your show to be presented there."
"You would do that?" Her eyes rise.
"For a price. Of course."
"Whaddaya want?"
Rory brown eyes sift from her friend to Vicky. "Sign me and Souline up for tonight's competition."
"I can't do that." She shakes her head and starts calling someone on the phone. "The registration ended a week ago."
Now it's Rory's turn to make a disappointed face.
Luckily, Souline back her up. "Well then, guess you'll just have to tell everybody the show is gonna be pushed back a week. Or two."
A small pipe suddenly lands down at their feet.
"Or three." Rory adds with a smile at the destruction.
Vicky sighs. "Fine. Alright. Deal."
"Pleasure doing business with you."
She opens the drawer and shuffles for a file, only to remember she must have taken it to the archives. Being cooped up all day in her office really does make her forget sometimes. That or it's just old age.
Chloe almost closes it when her gaze catches on a picture frame forgotten at the far side of the space. She pulls it out and turns it around, only to feel a sad smile forming on her lips.
A picture of her and Lucifer at the beach in 2021. Both of them hugging as they sat on the picnic blanket. Enjoying the waves and the sun. A beautiful picture secretly taken by future Rory, just a few days before Lucifer had to go back to Hell.
It was only a week later after Chloe had found it inside the very drawer with a key only she could unlock.
That night she cried herself to sleep. Lucifer was in Hell, Trixie was at summer camp, and she was all alone in her house.
But what made her smile again was the reminder Rory had written for Chloe on the back of the photograph that kept her strong.
—Always remember each other like this. Together. Happy.
Chloe sighs with a smile as she places it back inside the drawer. Already feeling the ache in her heart by missing him. They both promised each other. Because this was all for their family.
Just then her gaze lifted to another picture frame on her desk. Years later, her and Don together around each other's embrace, smiling. A beautiful day at the park, and her daughters in the background. An 18-year-old Trixie helping a 5-year-old Rory with her sandcastle.
A knock at the door pulls Chloe from her thoughts. She quickly wipes any reminder of tears from underneath her eyelids and lifts her gaze to the tall boy standing behind the glass door. She immediately smiles at him and calls him inside. "Hey, there."
Aiden warmly eyes her as he closes the door behind him. "I hope I'm not interrupting."
"No-No. Of course not. I was just... thinking." She quickly waves it off and eyes him sweetly. "What's up?"
"I have a question that's been bugging me..." He starts, eyeing the case files on the table before lifting his gaze to ask. "Do you still remember the time when you slapped Dad and he...
Just then, Chloe quickly slaps the picture frame of her and Don down. Maybe a little to dramatically and dashes it inside the drawer.
"Everything okay, Mom?"
"Yeah." Chloe quickly laughs it out and continues to dump random files inside as well. "I've been meaning to tidy up in here."
"Well, it seems like you're doing that thing were you're trying to make it look like everything's fine."
Chloe eyebrows furrow. "How very observant of you."
The boy lifts his shoulders, already dismissing the subject with another. "Hard not to when your mother loves to solve homicide cases as a hobby." Even in the future, Chloe Decker could not turn off her instincts. "Speaking of cases, Mom, did you happen to find anything on my predicament?"
Chloe sighs, but nods. "I did."
"And?"
"The last time Rory used her powers she flung herself back to the past as well. And the only way she could go back to her time was when Lucifer and I solved the Le Mec case-"
He snorts. "Don't tell me I have to solve some murder before I'm able to leave?"
"I hope not. But I do have a feeling that it might come down to the fact how Rory figure it out."
"Figured what out?" He scoffs suddenly. His attitude changing from sweet to annoyed. "That deep down she's just a spoiled brat who should be diagnosed with multiple personality disorder?"
"The fact that you're stuck here until you realize why you were sent here by Rory." Chloe says. "Then and only then can you go home. And the first question that you can answer is what drove her to use her powers on you?"
"I think I know why she did it." He says. "But that still doesn't make me understand why she specifically sent me to this timeline. If that even makes any sense at all..." Aiden mumbles the last part out. Mostly to himself. And then suddenly, the gears turn inside his head as his face light up with an idea. "-That's it!"
"What?"
"Mom. You're a genius."
"Thanks." Chloe smiles, but the confusion still evident. "I guess." Before Aiden leaves, he heads to her desk, and leans to place a quick kiss against his mother's cheek before heading out of her office.
Chloe was about to open the drawer when Aiden came back to for as second.
"Oh, and Mom?"
"Yes, sweety."
"If you see Dad, tell him he has a son from the future who really needs to speak with him." He says with a smile and then takes off.
Chloe groans. "How am I going to tell him?" That his father wasn't exactly in their lives at the moment. More so, how much did and didn't her son know about this timeline? And more importantly, how the Hell was she going to explain to Aiden that a certain man named Donnie lived in Chloe's apartment?
Just like Rory promised Vicky, everything was set and ready at Lux. The stage, the lights, the performers, she even manages to score a DJ for tonight's event.
The place was busy with students, making last minute adjustments before starting.
Aiden Morningstar was up on the second floor, leaning against the staircase and examining the lively mood of the atmosphere when he felt someone next to him.
"You don't belong here."
The Nephilim turns his head and just a second later, the corners of his lips rises at the sight of the very familiar dark haired guy standing next to him. The person who would always play with him as a kid and most importantly show him how to prank others.
"Does word really spread that fast among our aunts and uncles?" Aiden starts. "Or is Maze and Eve just too chatty?"
"Both." He says, a smile forming on his face.
Aiden laughs and immediately wraps his arms around a 17-year-old Charlie Martin. "It's good to see you, bro."
Charlie pats Aiden's shoulder before pulling apart. "Man, when I heard you exist, I almost did a double take." He chuckles. "I can't believe I have another cousin in the future to hang with instead Rory."
Aiden leans back against the rails, eyeing the people below. "Trust me. You'd be surprised of how many cousins we actually have."
"Don't tell me." He chuckles, knowing fully well of the consequences of knowing too much. "How long are you staying, tho?"
"Beats me." He sighs. "Either I somehow manage to realize why I'm here or until my sister grows up and figures out her powers."
"Sooo, in other words... you're fucked." Charlie says, putting it lightly.
"Yup."
"Hey, are you sure you don't want to ask for my dad's help?"
"Why does everyone keep thinking that your father just magically wants to fix everything?"
"Because he can?"
"Can and want are two completely different things, Charlie." Somehow Aiden knows that Amenadiel will not simply send him back home by asking. That, or the countless other times God told him to fix his own mess. The Nephilim's gaze wonders around the club in thought, until his blue eyes land on a familiar brunette sitting on one of the stools across from the bar. Face towards the show. Aiden exhales and pats Charlie's shoulder. "Excuse me for a second."
Walking down the stairs, past the crowd of students, the confident boy finds Cecilia and sits next to her.
"Didn't think you were the night club type." He starts.
"Ha-ha." Obviously not. Cecilia adjusts her glasses and sifts in her place to the sound of his voice. "Did the first slap not register or are you just happy to receive another?"
"Ouch." Aiden shakes his head. "Why so hostile, Cecilia?"
"Because you're an asshole."
Aiden's lips part in ways. "Just because I said something stupid — and I'm really sorry for that — doesn't automatically make me an asshole."
The girl starts playing with her hands. "...I guess the slap was a little exaggerated on my part, too." She says genuinely, the hate in her voice slowly melting.
Happy to know that Cecilia didn't completely despise him, Aiden's hearing picks up his Souline's voice from behind the bar.
"We got a problem." She says to Rory.
Rory, who's been nonstop cleaning the counter like crazy stops at her best friend's words and raises an eyebrow.
"What?"
Souline sighs disappointedly and guides Rory away from the bar to the middle of the club where the school's jury was seated at the front of the walk-on stage.
Rory doesn't hold back on her anger when she slams her hands down on the table in front of Vicky.
"Are you for real?!"
"I told you, Rory." She starts of sweetly and innocently. "The registration is closed."
"We had a deal." Rory snaps. Her gaze sifting to a smug looking Mason next to Vicky.
"Better luck next time." He taunts.
"Sorry." Vicky says, her fake smile bright as her ego.
"C'mon, Rory." Souline grabs Rory's arm and pries her off the table and away from them.
"I should have expected her to double cross me." Rory says walking away and crossing her arms. "It's like kindergarten all over again."
"Calm down, take a deep breath."
Meanwhile, Aiden had heard the conversation and decided to seejust how determined this Vicky was against him.
"Hello." The tall boy says, a sly smile playing on his lips, when he makes his way over to the judges table.
Vicky's head lifts and just like Aiden had predicted, she smiles at him with those same wishful eyes most of the students give him. "Hi."
Rory slumps down on a bar stool and buries her fingers inside her. Trying to come up with a way to get back at Vicky.
Souline leans against the counter and tries to ease her friend. "So, what? It's a stupid contest anyway. We can just try doing over time here and you'll still be able to get the money."
Rory's gaze lifts. "No, this is personal now."
"What's personal?" Comes the cheery sound of her brother as he takes a seat besides the bar.
The young Nephilim groans. "Don't you have somewhere to be?"
"As a matter of fact. Yes, I do." Aiden's starts. "And I was hoping you would be interested in joining me on stage."
"What? You got in!? How?" Rory face is full of shock and then it subsides. "Never mind. Of course, she would let your pretty face in."
"So, what do you say?" Aiden asks.
"Hard pass."
"Why? You obviously need my help."
"No, I don't and I'm not gonna sing with you. Simple as that."
"Suit yourself." Aiden's face falls at saying that. After all, he did try to help his sister out. He stands up and starts making his way through the crowd and to the back of the stage, before adding. "You always do."
Rory's gaze sifts to Souline's, hoping she would back her up. But she just shrugs and sighs. "He's got a point."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Rory frowns.
"Just think about it." Souline heads off, leaving Rory to ponder over the chance that she's got.
The Nephilim's crosses her arms and huffs. However, her gaze lands on the counter where the tip jar was. Barely half full.
"Fucking Hell." She says right before getting up to go find her brother.
"Thank you, Lydia Owens and Mia Anderson, for that beautiful performance!" Says the host to the contestants. "We'll be back with the last pair in two minutes."
Vicky writes something down om her notepad and leans to her classmate and whispers. "Definitely a qualifier for the next round."
The host walks back up to the stage and smiles into the mic. "Ladies and gentlemen! Give it up for AIDEN AND RORY MORNINGSTAR!"
The crowd cheers as the lights are slowly turned off. And an obviously pissed off Vicky snaps at hearing Rory's name. "The Hell! Who let her in?"
However, too late. The crowd quiets and the beat of the music slowly starts to flow through the speakers.
A light is suddenly shown down to Aiden lying on his back on stage with his eyes closed. A smile playing on lips as he pulls the mic closer, letting his angelic voice be heard.
"Now that I got a taste. I think that I'd suffocate. For every second that you aren't by my side." He suddenly pulls himself to sit. "But now I'm stuck at the gate." And then stands up. "Of Lucifer's estate. I fell in love with a girl I met in Hell."
"Thinking about all the things. The way you pull my strings." Aiden sings while catching a glimpse of Cecilia in the crowd. "I love the way you turn me on. I ain't Hades, but I'm the King. I'd do anything. So that I could take you home."
Just then, a fire wall rises behind him, making the audience gasp. Aiden turns and extends his arm out to the back just in time for Rory to immerge through the fire wall completely unharmed.
A pair of horns braided in her hair. A black and red striped skirt with a matching red tie and a black jacket. Not forgetting her signature high heel boots on as she confidently walks down stage to join a sly looking Aiden.
"Ring around the rosie. Pocket full of posie. I'ma fucking blow all the ashes down." She sings into the mic. Seeing Souline in the crowd, she smiles as her friend cheers her on. "Ring around the rosie. Pocket full of posie. I'ma fucking go—" She leans into him, letting him continue.
"—crazy—"
"—for you—" She sings.
—now."
Rory's brown eyes suddenly finds a certain tall blond-haired girl in the midst of the students, and without a thought, she winks at Elsa.
The lights turn off again, and Aiden swiftly moves behind Rory. "What are you doing?" She whispers at him.
"Trust me."
A faint illuminating light turns on just enough to see only Rory, when suddenly a pair of wings appear from out of her back and start to glow from the flames.
Gasps and wows are heard from audience at the incredible sight. It's like their eyes glued at the sight of something inhumanly beautiful.
"They did not just expose divinity to the entire school." Charlie, who's standing near Souline, speaks up enough for only her to hear.
"Calm down, it's not even half the students here." Souline says, unfazed by the actions as she watches Rory and Aiden's performance. "And do you honestly think anyone would care? We live in the City of Angels. There's always someone with their wings displayed wide open as their walking on the street to a costume party."
"That's not the point. My Dad isn't going to be happy about this."
"They're having fun. Rory's having fun. Let her be happy. So, what if Aiden flashes his wings a little and helps her get what she wants."
"Easy for you to say, Souline. You don't have parents who were born to protect the divine."
"Hey, my mom's a demon and she's got it handled just fine."
The audience, and most of the girls scream their lungs out as they demand for an encore from the duo.
Both Rory and Aiden's faces light up with a devilishly satisfied smirks at their reactions.
"See?" Aiden says behind Rory when he hides away his wings. Holding his arms around her shoulders. Being amused in the biggest I-told-you-so way possible. "You need me, Sis."
Rory waves a hand towards the blond headed girl in the distance. Rethinking Aiden's earlier words, even if he's gloating.
"Fine." She finally admits, either from that or her newfound joy of standing in the spotlight. The spotlight that might just get her attention on Elsa. But then remembering Aiden telling her he wanted to go back to Hell. "But what about the plan of getting you back home?"
"Home can wait. Hell's not going anywhere. Besides, what kind of brother would I be if I didn't help you beat this competition?"
"You'll stay here until we do this, and then I promise I'll help you find a way back." Rory says sincerely. If she was going to get something out of this. The money. The car. Then the least she could do is return the favor.
"Sounds good to me." Aiden says letting go and turning to her with his right arm extended out towards her. "So, what do you say? Partners?"
Rory eyes his hand before glancing at him with an intriguing gaze as one would make for a good business offer. "Deal. Partners." She grabs his hand and squeezes and shakes it firmly.
The duo turns their attention back to the energized crowd of teenagers. Rory and Aiden let their fingers slide through each other before they both give a bow and hold up their hands
Aiden's eyebrow arcs questioning his sister's promise. "Til the end?"
A weird thing to add, but nonetheless Rory expects. Even if the saying made her ponder over where she had heard someone say that before.
"Til the end."
Charlie
comes from the old English word ceorl and the German Karl, both meaning free man. Charlie is also a nickname to Charles or Charlotte.
Martin
is Latin for Mars and means the Roman God of War. A person named Martin might have a tendency to stand up for what is right and to follow his beliefs through life.
"You would be lucky to know Charlie, and if you are privileged enough to be able to, you will thank your lucky stars every single day. He has a strange affiliation to waffles and is endearingly funny. He is charming, gentle, and kind. If there were more Charlie's in the world, it would truly be a much lovelier place. Charlie is the jewel of the earth."
—Charmie Stan,
Urbandictionary
Thank you, guys, so much for being so incredibly patient with me and with this update!
I've read every single comment of yours and they really do motivate me to continue.
I was in a bad place for a while. I felt like what I was doing was useless and pointless. But thanks to you for continuing to support me, makes me never forget why I'm writing this story.
Speaking of this story. Originally, I had planned for at least 10 chapters max. But now, it's sort of turning into at least 20 chapters if not more. So, yay!
I've been also getting a lot of comments from different sights like Fanfic, Ao3, Reddit and Wattpad, where many of you are asking the same questions, so I decided I will answer again. Because I love you guys.
Main question:
Why is Chloe dating some rando when she's with Lucifer?
First of all, this is a great question! If anyone of you has watched the series the Vampire Diaries and followed the Delena ship, then I can say I got the little inspiration from them. When the girl named Elena was put into a sleeping spell and would not wake up until her best friend's life was lived, she told her love, Damon, to not stop living his life while he waited for her. (Hall pass) To put it simply, until Chloe dies, she will keep living her life the way she wants to.
That does not mean Lucifer is out of the picture completely, detectives. Be patient, we still haven't heard from the Devil yet, have we?
Thank you again for reading my story, loves! Would die to know what you think :)
See ya in the next one,
Love ya!