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Lucifer Morningstar had never been better.
Despite his recent brush with death, him and Chloe had been closer than ever, and it felt as if he was living in a dream. Every touch by her was heaven-sent and waking up every morning with the knowledge that she loved him was a gift.
He'd pull up outside her apartment each morning (unless he'd been staying there the previous night) to pick her up for work, and they'd spend the journey chatting and joking.
Life was perfect.
Except for one thing, one obstacle- Marcus Pierce.
Explaining to the detective that her lieutenant was the world's first murderer caused some obvious shock, but it quickly dissipated. After all, she'd learned not too long ago that she was working with the devil, so surprising her with biblical characters come to life wasn't unbelievable.
It was the dealing with him that put a spanner in the works, so to speak. Sure, Chloe and Ella knew, but Dan certainly didn't. Attempting to investigate and stop their boss was going to be hard enough without Espinoza sticking his nose in and wondering what the hell was going on. Plus, Cain hadn't been too active in the crime world for a few months, leaving the Sinnerman case to fizzle out like any other stagnant mystery.
That didn't mean he wasn't planning anything- Lucifer was sure the immortal prick had some dastardly trick up his sleeve. He was clearly infatuated with Chloe, so perhaps that would cause tensions between Lucifer and him?
As much as the worry nibbled at him, the civilian consultant decided that Chloe was the most important thing in his life, and Dad be damned if he didn't spend time appreciating her.
Cain could wait- and wait he did, spending every waking hour secretly plotting against the Devil he worked with who was so far failing to end his immortality while simultaneously seducing the woman he wanted.
Chloe Decker would be his, without a shadow of a doubt. It would just take some meddling, which happened to be something he excelled in.
So, there he stood at home, hands clasped together, hoping with all his being that his prayers would be answered (literally). Cain knew the disdain Gabriel held for his brother, rooted in jealousy for not being the favourite child. In order to thwart Lucifer's advances on Chloe, he would need to enlist that particular angel's help.
Soon, Gabriel appeared before him, disgruntled. His thick blonde hair sat ruffled on his head, a mess of curls just like Lucifer's when untouched.
'Whaddya want, Cain? Can't an angel sit in peace for a moment before he gets dragged down to Earth for some stupid mission?'
Cain's look was almost apologetic. He wasn't too big a fan of any angel, but he'd always felt sorry for Gabriel, the brother often used as a messenger boy for the almighty.
'Sorry to interrupt whatever it is you do up there in the Silver City, but I need your help, Gabriel.'
Upon seeing the angel's disinterested eyeroll, he added 'in dealing with Lucifer.'
At this, Gabriel perked up.
'Always happy to lend assistance in regards to messing with that heathen's existence. How can I be of service?'
Cain didn't hesitate with his request.
'I need you to kill him.'
This seemed to amuse the celestial, who immediately guffawed, soon doubled over with laughter and struggling for breath.
'You- you want me kill-' His question was interrupted by another fit of giggles, followed by a finger to his eye to wipe away a tear induced by laughter.
'You want me to kill an angel? Good one, Cain.'
He seemed to notice that Cain wasn't joking, and pulled himself up to look at him, perplexed.
'You're serious? Come on, you know as well as me the frustrating reality of being a celestial. It would take a special blade that I don't possess to put an end to my arrogant brother, and as much as I would love to watch the life drain from his eyes, I'm not going after it. If that's all, then-'
With a swish, his ash-grey wings spread fully and he prepared to take flight.
'Wait!' Cain yelled after him.
The angel paused and crossed his arms, annoyed.
'What?'
'There's a human- a detective- that makes Lucifer vulnerable. Mortal. When she's around, all it would take is a run-of-the-mill kitchen knife to send him straight to Hell.'
Gabriel chuckled.
'You expect me to believe that my brother, the steadfast and emotionally handicapped devil that he is, is affected by a mere human? Poppycock!'
'That's what I would've said at first, but it's true. Her name is Chloe Decker, and if you care to do a little espionage, you'll find out very quickly how attached he is to her. That's the key. I think her love makes him human. Literally.'
'I'll believe it when I see it' Gabriel decided. 'But I'll look into this Decker character if you think it worth my while. If not, I suppose it wouldn't be the first time I wasted my time on puny mortals.'
With a flap of his wings, he was gone, and Cain was left to himself and his rock collection- now with the knowledge that an angel of God was working against Lucifer.
Soon, he thought, that insufferable club owner would be hurtling back to Hell.
And this time, for good.