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Clad in his black silk robe, Lucifer looked up at the morning sky from his balcony. Usually the weather was sunny and a little windy in Los Angeles when October came around, but in the last few days storm clouds had rolled over the city. No rain had fallen, despite how desperately the city needed it. Only flashes of lightning and the large claps of thunder punctuated the sky, occasionally sparking fires in the foothills and causing massive amounts of damage.
The Devil frowned as he studied the ugly gray clouds. He didn’t know what was going on in Heaven, but it couldn’t be good if it was affecting the weather. With a shake of his head, he headed back into his flat.
It was too early to start breakfast, so he wandered over to the guest bedroom and peeked in. Chloe and Trixie were still asleep on the bed, which made him smile. His family, he thought proudly. Worried that angels might kidnap them, he had moved them temporarily into the flat where he could keep a better eye on them. Maze and Amenadiel had taken up residence in the flat one floor below, as extra protection.
As if aware of his scrutiny, Chloe slowly stirred, then opened her eyes. “Hi,” she said as she saw him leaning against the door frame.
Lucifer responded with a smile. “Hello, love.”
Easing away from her daughter, the detective pulled herself out of bed and walked into the fallen angel’s arms. “You’re up early,” she said after they shared a passionate kiss.
“I miss you in my bed,” he said simply.
Chloe chuckled. “Yeah, well....” she said as she slid a glance at a sleeping Trixie.
“Right, but think of how much better protected you would be, safe in my arms at night,” he teased. “No angel would dare touch you while we were having hot, steamy, erotic --”
“And tell me, where would Trixie be while this was happening?” the blonde woman interrupted.
“Asleep in her bed, of course!” Lucifer grinned. “Although I must say, you’re quite the noisy lover. You’d probably wake her up --”
“I’m the noisy one?” laughed Chloe. “And who’s the one who keeps yelling ‘I love you’ loud enough for the people in LUX to hear?” She was pleased to see a flush spread across Lucifer’s face before he started looking everywhere except at her.
“I... I think I better make us some breakfast,” he said as he made his escape.
“I’ll get dressed, then get Trixie up for school,” she called after him with a grin.
Lucifer made his way to the kitchen and started preparing an omelette. When alone, his face reflected the worries he had about his family. It had only been a few days since Rafe had given them the warning that angels would be hunting down Chloe. No one had come yet, but that wasn’t to say that they wouldn’t.
Anxiety gnawed at him; the waiting was the worst. At least the detective had her hell-forged knife and bullets -- he rested easier in the knowledge that she had some means of protecting herself if he wasn’t with her.
“Lucifer!” Trixie cried as she ran up to him, wrapping herself around his waist. The tall man laughed as he lifted the pan to keep her from getting burned.
“Hello, child,” he greeted as the pajama-clad girl peeked into the pan.
“Whatcha making?” she asked.
“An omelette with chives and chervils, to be accompanied by roasted mushrooms and watercress,” Lucifer said proudly. Trixie screwed up her face as she looked at him.
“I don’t understand half of what you’re saying,” she said, “but I guess it smells okay....”
“Just okay?! I’ll have you know it smells delicious, child!” With a sigh and a roll of his eyes, Lucifer muttered to himself, “Bloody gourmet food is lost on the young....”
Trixie peered up at him. “Do you have any chocolate cake to go with it?”
The fallen angel was appalled. “Chocolate cake?! To go with this culinary masterpiece?”
“Uh huh!” the girl said as she grinned charmingly up at him. Lucifer sighed. When Trixie looked at him like that, he couldn’t deny her anything.
“Bloody hell,” he groaned. “The refrigerator. Slice yourself a piece and eat it quickly, before your mother finds out.”
“Thanks, Lucifer!” She detached herself from his waist and ran to the refrigerator.
Chloe was going to kill him.
Sure enough, the blonde detective came across them just as Trixie was taking her first bite of the chocolate dessert. “Trixie! Cake for breakfast?!” she scolded.
With a mouthful of cake, Trixie said, “Lucifer said it was okay.”
“Just toss me under the bloody bus,” Lucifer muttered sotto voce. Pasting a smile on his face, he turned to his lover. “My dear Detective, you look lovely today!”
Chloe looked furious. “Don’t try to change the subject. Cake is not a breakfast food!” she snapped.
“What about coffee cake? We eat that for brekkie occasionally,” the fallen angel said innocently. “Besides, it’s what the child desired, and who am I to refuse one’s desires?”
Chloe glared at him, and Lucifer had to admit, it made her all the more beautiful in his eyes. He loved her fire. A part of him wondered if he was unconsciously doing things to annoy her, just to see her burn with intensity. It aroused him terribly -- in fact, if the child wasn’t sitting there eating cake, he would have swept Chloe off her feet and taken her right on the kitchen table. A red-hot flush shot through his body. He needed a cold shower -- now.
Chloe opened her mouth to argue with him when he pulled her close and kissed her with such passion that she forgot every thought in her head. After a few long minutes he broke away, smiling devilishly at her, and said, “I’ll get dressed. Help yourself to an omelette,” before dashing off to his bedroom.
“This argument isn’t over!” she called after him, before glancing at her daughter. Trixie sat there with a huge grin on her face and an empty plate in front of her. Chloe rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t hold onto her anger. Chuckling, she grabbed a plate and put half of the egg dish on it.
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Maze and Amenadiel came up to the flat half an hour later. Lucifer and his family met them at the lift, with Trixie packed up and ready for school. It was a daily ritual they had begun since the news of the war had broken out. Lucifer had figured it was best that Maze protect Trixie while he protect Chloe, when mother and daughter were separated.
Lucifer remembered when they had invited the couple to the flat to tell them of Chloe’s past and enlist their help.
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“She’s a what?!” Amenadiel had said, shocked and horrified. “She can’t be here.” Then turning to Chloe he said, “You can’t be here. Old Gods are evil and must be driven away!”
Chloe gaped at him. “I’m what?! Good god, Amenadiel -- you know me. I’m not evil!”
“Please, Detective, don’t bring Dad into this,” Lucifer said with a roll of his eyes.
“But -- but --”
As Amenadiel scrambled for words, Maze shoved him aside and got right in Chloe’s face. “So let me get this straight -- you’re a goddess?”
“Well, that’s what I’ve been told....”
“So... what do you do? Kill people at a glance? Electrocute them with your lightning bolts? Incinerate them with flame?” The demon grew more and more excited.
“She’s the Goddess of Compassion, Maze. She doesn’t do any of that,” Lucifer said.
“Compassion?!” the demon spat. Giving Chloe a dirty look, she snarled, “What’s the use of that?! Compassion is for weaklings!”
Maze stomped away, and Amenadiel took her place. “I still can’t believe this,” he said. “You’re an Old God of Compassion? Really?”
Chloe nodded. “So I’ve been told. I don’t remember....”
“She’s been waiting for me for three thousand years,” Lucifer supplied helpfully, reaching over and taking her hand. He grinned proudly. “She fell in love with me before she even knew me, and has been reborn a hundred times... all for me.”
“Ugh. I think I’m going to be sick,” the demon muttered. “What the hell kind of god are you?! Stupid, pathetic, sappy, disgusting....”
“Maze,” Lucifer barked warningly.
Amenadiel ran his hand over his face. “This is crazy. Just crazy. Impossible! It goes against everything Father has been telling us. There’s no way an Old God would have enough compassion to fall in love with Luci of all people --”
“I beg your pardon!” Lucifer interrupted, insulted.
“-- and go through all that sacrifice and still be considered evil. It doesn’t make sense. Love and evil don’t go together.”
“Well, they can,” Maze added in a sexy drawl as she grabbed her lover’s arm. “I can show you how....”
“Uhhhh, I have to go now, Luci. We’ll help you, you know we will....” Amenadiel said as his demon lover dragged him to the elevator.
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That had been a few days ago. True to their word, Maze and Amenadiel had been more than helpful in protecting Chloe and Trixie, which brought warmth to Lucifer’s heart -- which was a little disturbing, the Devil had to admit.
“We really appreciate this,” Chloe said to the couple. “I know she’s safe at school with you looking after her, Mazikeen.”
The demon shrugged. “No problem, I don’t mind looking after Trixie. It’s kind of fun to watch over her and see if those stupid teachers even notice me in the bushes. Those other kids, though.... I’d love to slice their throats open from ear to ear --”
“And we’ll bring her back at the end of the school day,” Amenadiel interrupted with a meaningful glance at his girlfriend.
“Thanks, bro,” Lucifer said. “Take care. You may very well have a bloody target on your back for helping us.”
“We’ll be careful.” The angel turned to the little girl. “Are you ready to go?”
At Trixie’s nod, Chloe gave her little girl a big hug. “Stay safe, okay? And remember: if for any reason we’re not here when you get back, listen to Mazikeen and Amenadiel, okay?”
“Okay, Mommy.” Trixie ran to Lucifer and gave him a hug. “Bye Lucifer!”
“Goodbye, child. We’ll see you when you get home.”
After the elevator closed on the threesome, Lucifer turned to Chloe. “Now, my dear, what would you like to do today?”
Chloe slanted a glance at him. “Well, it seems someone has gotten me unlimited time off at work -- Lieutenant Monroe texted me last night. Hmmmm, I wonder who could have done that?”
“Who indeed?” the fallen angel asked as he pulled her close and began to kiss her neck.
“And now it seems I have the whole morning free --”
“Mm,” agreed Lucifer. “Splendid....”
“So I thought....”
“Mm?” His lips moved from her neck to her ear.
“I thought that maybe....”
“Yes?”
“We could....”
He started to grin as he continued his sexual onslaught. “Yes?”
“Go shopping.”
It was like a cold bucket of water had been poured on Lucifer’s head. He pulled back, incredulous. “What?!”
“You know, go shopping. Trixie needs some new clothes,” Chloe said.
The fallen angel gaped at her. “Bloody hell -- you can’t be serious.”
The blonde woman’s eyes twinkled. “Oh, very serious.”
“But -- but --”
Unable to hold a straight face, Chloe burst out into laughter. Lucifer looked at her like she was crazy, before finally starting to grin himself.
“You minx,” he accused as he caressed her cheek. “You’ll pay for that.”
“You promise?” she asked him playfully.
Lucifer chuckled. “I give you my word.”
Giving him a coy glance, she took his hand and led him to his bedroom.
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He was facing a giant, rocky cliff.
It was of the utmost importance that he get to the top -- he knew that, although he didn’t know why. With a sigh, he started to climb. The sharp edges of the rocks were hard on his hands as he pulled himself up, cutting into his fingers and making them bleed. Hand over hand, he kept on.
At times he lost his grip and went sliding down the steep face, only to somehow miraculously catch himself with a foothold here, or a handgrip there. Through sheer determination, he made it to the top.
Heaven opened up before him, only it wasn’t the home he recognized.
Dead angels littered the entire landscape. Blood drenched the ground as he moved forward, turning the soil under him into reddish mud that sucked at his feet. He could smell smoke in the air -- the smell of burning feathers and flesh. A funeral pyre was burning somewhere. Nausea overwhelmed him. Everything around him was death, as far as the eye could see.
Lucifer woke up with a start. What the hell had that been? The dream had been so real, so vivid.... He could still see the dead angels, and smell the burning flesh. Rubbing his hand over his face, he tried to wipe out the memory.
Glancing at Chloe, he saw that she was still sleeping soundly in his arms after their bout of lovemaking. She looked so peaceful with her face relaxed in repose.... If only he had been able to stay asleep as well.
Pulling himself out of bed, Lucifer shrugged on his robe and made his way to the bar. He poured himself a big glass of Scotch and downed it, then fixed himself another drink. Before he had finished that one, he heard a rustle of clothing behind him. Turning, he saw Chloe walking up to him, clad in his silk shirt.
“Are you okay?” she asked as she took a place beside the fallen angel. Eyeing the alcohol in his hand, she said, “You usually don’t drink after we make love. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were unhappy...?”
“Are you fishing for compliments, love?” he asked with a grin, ignoring the bothersome anxiety niggling at him. “Because you know you are the most fantastic lover I’ve ever had --”
“Then why are you drinking?” she interrupted, her brows furrowed with concern.
Lucifer drank the remaining alcohol in his glass before setting it down and turning to the detective. “I... I had a dream.”
“What kind of dream?”
“A bad one.” He reached for Chloe, pulling her close. “Must we talk about it?”
“Not if you don’t want to,” she said gently before kissing him on the forehead. “I just worry about you, that’s all.”
“I’m all right,” the fallen angel said softly before kissing her deeply.
“Well, isn’t this cozy?” A cold voice from the balcony asked.
Startled, both Lucifer and Chloe broke apart to see two angels standing on their balcony, with knives in their hands. One had red hair and brown wings, while the other had dark brown hair with mottled black and white wings.
“Hello, Brother,” the angel with flaming red hair said with a smile. “We’ve come for the Old God.”