Chapter 19

When Lucifer's hand touched Chloe's body he was brought back to the time in that basement. Her skin was once again as frigid as that night, and it was like his inner fire was touching ice. He was careful to move her, unaware if anything might be broken. Her body was still and when Lucifer grabbed her wrist to check for a pulse it was completely limp. Trying to slow his own heartbeat to listen to hers seemed impossible but he was able to detect a faint pulse. Breathing out a small sigh of relief, Lucifer brushed some of the glass off her. Maze was right beside Lucifer looking up at the top of the elevator that once was a mirror. Now along with seven years of bad luck, its shards lay all over the place. But Mazikeen's greatest concern besides her safety was how such a small woman could be caught in a situation like this. Something wasn't adding up.

Lucifer prepared to pick her up bridal style. His hands looped under her knees and back as his upper arm supported her head. "Maze, help by clearing off a table will you?" Lucifer asked with a small voice. Instantly rushing to her Devil's request Mazikeen snapped from her intense thinking and rushed to clear off the nearest table. Pushing glasses straight off and onto the floor without a care, she helped Lucifer set down the mortal's body which was a limp dead weight.

"Chloe, can you hear me?" Lucifer asked while shaking her torso frantically. No reaction came from Chloe. Her head lay limp to the right while her breathing still remained so slow that the rise and fall of her chest wasn't visual.

"What could have happened?" Maze wondered aloud. Her eyebrows were creased in curiosity. If this was the consequences to her little tattle then Maze would feel even more sick in her stomach than she already was feeling. Guilt washed over her in multiple waves and she was ready to help in any way she could.

"I-I don't know," Lucifer stammered. He figured there might only be one way to find his answer. "Do we have security footage in the elevator?"

"We do!" Maze jumped to action, running to grab the laptop. Perhaps if she was helpful now Lucifer might trust her a little bit more. Lucifer's trust was all that real mattered to Mazikeen in this horrible world. Running behind the bar she bends down to the bottom cabinet. Her eyes lit up at the sight of the thin electronic device. Standing up, she was hit with the sight of just how vulnerable her dear devil was to this girl.

Lucifer's hand was tightly wrapped in Chloe's. Leaning over her body, Maze's devil looked broken at the sight of Chloe hurt. The man reeked of obvious desperation and agitation. His eyes had lost their usual fun and excitement, and it was replaced with fear. It wasn't a daily sight and it was bewildering to Mazikeen. What have I done? Maze wonders for the umpteenth time. For the first time Lucifer was actually happy. He only got his usual devil glow back when he was working with her. Maze's guilt was seconds away from eating her alive and she could only hope that forgiveness was near in her future.

"I got it!" she cries and Lucifer shifts his gaze to her. Setting down her hand gently, Lucifer plants a single kiss on Chloe's forehead. "I'm here," he whispers to her hoping somehow she can hear him. If she was going through what Lucifer had seen in his past, it was making Lucifer uncomfortable at the thought of her hurting. Anything to take her mind off of what was happening. Rushing away towards Maze, he can't help but look over his shoulder at his love. But he had to focus on what happened before he could focus on the future.

Pulling up the security footage, they rewound it back to the time frame right after Lucifer left. Chloe was tightly wrapped in a light blanket on the couch. "That's how she was when I left her..."

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Chloe pulled the blanket close to her because it seemed as though the room temperature had fallen by twenty degrees. Her body violently shook with a chill. Barely opening her eyes at her body's involuntary motion, she noticed her hands were shaking as her whole body shuddered once again. Looking just past her nose she could see her breath in the air. What is going on? She wondered to herself as her body violently shook once more.

Thinking sitting up might make things better, she began to push herself up from the leather sofa. Immediately her whole body ached much like it had the previous night in her bathroom. It felt like she had been used as a ball in a tennis match. Her muscles froze and ached in pain. A headache was pounding behind her temple, and she pushed the palm of her right hand into her head. Wishing it would stop soon, Chloe decided it might be worth the trip across the room to the cabinet. Maybe in there she would find Tylenol or Advil, or something to stop this awful feeling or at least the headache.

Gripping the edge of the couch, she stood up warily. Right away she felt the room spin and Chloe felt herself become unbalanced. Trying to regain control she took small focused footsteps across the room. Holding onto anything she could grasp, she feel into the nearest fall. Her fingers clawed at it as she closed her eyes and felt like vomiting. Her throat was dry, and her lips felt chapped and cracked. Despite moving only inches at a time, Chloe's knees buckled beneath her. Her vision goes extremely blurry, it's like she can't see a thing. Colors seem to fade into red and black and nothing more. It felt like her eyes were being pushed out from their sockets. It felt like the skin around her eyes were burning much like her arm in her dream. The room still seemed to spin in fast paced circle.

Chloe wasn't sure what was going on, it wasn't like anything she had ever experienced. She didn't need a simple Advil, she needed a doctor and help as soon as she could find it. Crawling across the floor, she attempted to make it to the elevator. Pulling her limp body across the floor, she was moving slow but was making progress. With each hand that went forward she dragged her body a bit more and her arms ached even more. Keeping her head down and her eyes closed to avoid vomiting she kept on. Reaching her hands out she attempted to keep a steady rhythm. She thought the elevator doors were close and felt a scrap of hope.

But when she reached her hand out and felt her hand grip a shoe, she knew she wasn't alone anymore. When she opened her eyes she was face to face with her tormentor.

Malcolm.

Her lack of eyesight caused Chloe to blink at least several times, seeing if this was just a hallucination. But it wasn't. He was really here. His black eyes were still empty as he stared down at her. "How are you feeling Chloe? You look positively awful."

It wasn't up to her to hold her thousands of insults and remarks back, Chloe literally felt like she couldn't speak. Maybe this is just another mind trick Chloe, keep moving. She tried to continue on but she didn't get far when Malcolm raised a single hand. With it came a power that forced Chloe to feel her throat close in upon itself.

Her lungs felt like they were screaming. No air escaped after her initial gasp, and no air could enter. Her body choked in upon itself, her eyes tearing up. Automatically her hands clawed at her throat and her body convulsed at the lack of its essential need. Malcolm raised his arm and along with it came Chloe. Her whole body was off the floor much to her shock. It felt like an invisible hand was holding her up. The entire situation reminded her of when Lucifer would attack bad guys on the job but this time the bad guy was acting from a distance but still inflicting the same damage. Chloe coughed a few times and was still clawing at her throat when Malcolm began to speak. "I told you I had plans for you Chloe," he reiterates. "And when we are though, not even God will save you. You'll be going straight to hell like I was. Oh the things you are going to do Chloe."

Dropping her body from the air, everything went black before Chloe even hit the ground. But it wasn't like she was knocked out, it was like she was being forced into a trace like dream. But it wasn't a dream, it was a nightmare or a vision of something to come.

Flashing in her vision was pictures of dead bodies were everywhere. There was so much blood, it was splattered everywhere. It was like she was spiraling in the dream, unable to stop or catch onto anything. It seemed like the imagery was hitting her in the face and like it was never ending. When the vision finally screeched to a halt, Chloe was met with a terrifying sight. In front of her were more bodies, but these people she knew.

It was Dan. It was Trixie. It was her mother. It was her coworkers. It was Amenadiel. It was Maze. Everyone she knew or cared for was before her dead. They were all piled on top of one another forming a gigantic pyramid of bodies. The blood was pooling underneath them all in a sick fashion. She felt like screaming or vomiting at the sight in front of her. She tried to turn away, but instead just leaned down bracing herself on her knees. Her breathing was heavy and she shut her eyes tight trying to wash away the image.

As soon as she straightened up, it was like a scene from the movie Carrie. Blood soared from above down onto her. The thick liquid covered every part of Chloe and stuck to her skin, and Chloe felt repulsed. A voice told her that this was the blood of her friends. Her mouth opened in an 'o' shape as she felt completely disgusted. But she didn't have long to focus on this feeling.

A final body dropped down in front of her and it was all Chloe could do to not have a heart attack. Screaming as loud as she could, Chloe was forced to look into the lifeless eyes of none other than Lucifer. Quickly dropping to her knees, she quickly placed her hands on his body that was also soaked in blood. She shook his jacket violently, shrieking at him to come back to her. His eyes just remained open and dead. She lifted his upper body towards her rested her head in the collar of his suit. It still smelled like him. Tears streamed down her face fast and hot. When she placed Lucifer back on the ground all Chloe could stare at was her hands. They were still covered in everyone's blood, and she tried to look away but she couldn't.

Malcolm walked up beside her but it seemed like she didn't even notice. He leaned in by her ear, moving blood soaked hair away from it. "Look what you've done Chloe. Their blood in on your hands..."

When Chloe's eyes opened back in the real world, she was still back on Lucifer's couch. As if the whole thing was some twisted dream. She bolted right up, scared out of her mind. Looking at her hands quick she realized they were clean. Something within her still felt the need to scrub them clean but she pushed her paranoia aside. However Malcolm's voice ringed out in her head. Your hands are clean...for now. Feeling another scream rise within her throat, she bolted for the counter where she earlier spotted one of Maze's curved daggers. Figuring she could use the protection, Chloe placed it in her pocket and ran to the elevator. Once she reached it, she quickly tapped any and all of the buttons. Hopefully they would take her to what she needed. As the doors began to close she stared into the now empty space of Lucifer's apartment in fear.

As soon as the doors closed Chloe heard Malcolm's laugh ring throughout her head. It was loud and it caused Chloe to drop to her knees with her hands on her head. It was the only thing she could focus on, this cackling that was so familiar. When it stopped she heard his voice. "It is too late Chloe. Like I said before..." The lights in the elevator began to flicker, and Chloe looked up at the mirror she had looked into not so long ago. Mirrors were no longer her friend as the sight before her struck her so shockingly that she couldn't look away.

The veins around her eyes were red and bulging which proved her burning sensation from before was in fact real. However what was even more frightening was that her eyes were like Malcolm's. Completely black like utter darkness. Her eyes found their way to a camera in the corner of the elevator and she felt her face features move but she wasn't the one moving them. Chloe felt fear grow within her yet again, but her vision grew blurry. It felt like she was falling but her body stood tall and still. We are one Chloe. And I'm taking the reigns right now. So sit back back and enjoy the ride, this one might get ugly. His laugh shook inside her head and Chloe felt like she was having an out of body experience. She could still feel her arms and legs but it was like her brain wasn't activated. Like she wasn't in control.

Like she was being used. Or being possessed.

Malcolm took hold of Chloe, and levitated her body off the ground. Unlike before she wasn't being strangled, it was more like she was flying or testing the new host. This wasn't normal by any means to Chloe but to Malcolm it was just one more power he could use. Her hands come around to the front and twist like Chloe was looking at them for the first time. Malcolm takes the right one and launches it into the mirror above them without hesitation. The glass shatters around her, and her body falls to the floor. The impact of her head hitting the ground from her height in the air knocks her unconscious but even while Chloe is under she can still feel herself loosing control. Chloe can still hear Malcolm's voice in her head.

It was whispering awful things, tearing her down. Telling Chloe how weak and pathetic she was. It was also showing her the nightmare over again. Forcing her to revision Lucifer's body over and over again. The whole thing didn't even feel real. It was like being trapped inside her own head but unable to do anything or even think of anything. Malcolm was controlling every part of her. She was completely alone and unaware of the things that he would do while using her body.

The things that he is going to do, or what I am going to do? Is there even a difference anymore? When this is over, am I going to be evil?

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"So you mean to tell me," Lucifer began, summing up the footage he had just witnessed. "That she had a nightmare and threw around her blanket a little bit. Then proceeded to grab a weapon and sprint to the elevator looking perturbed before we switch to the elevator camera where she levitated? Then she looked directly at the camera with a winked smile and black eyes and completely shattered the mirror all by herself?" Lucifer was so confused, he looked back over at the woman on the table behind him. How could this have escalated so quickly? "I feel like we are missing something here. Like we don't have all the piece to this puzzle."

"Well it isn't like we can ask her until she wakes," Maze comments, folding her arms. Lucifer looks over at Maze, her hands were on her chin. Her eyes were narrowed and she kept on shaking her head back and forth lightly. Guilt and frustration radiated of the demon as she stood still. Silence had fallen over both of them until she whispered into the crisp air. "I'm so sorry Lucifer." She closed her eyes. A single tear slipped out once again and she cursed herself for allowing her emotions to spiral. "I can't believe I did this to you, to her. I never intended for things to get like this-"

"Stop," Lucifer cuts her off. Unlike when he had walked in the bar, he wasn't angry anymore. Placing his hand on her shoulder lightly rubbed back and forth. "You didn't do this. Amenadiel would have found out eventually of my feeling for the Detective. I know I was angry earlier, but...you know that girl over there is changing me," he admits. "She is teaching me how to forgive. How to stop displacing blame and taking responsibility. She is teaching me how to be a better man. And that starts with realizing that those around me I can trust. I trust you Maze. You were just looking out for me, I know you had good intentions."

Maze breathed a sigh of relief and Lucifer finished his spiel by saying "I forgive you Maze."

Her body shuddered in relief. In the five years her and Lucifer had been here on Earth, these emotions hadn't effected her as much as they did right now. Lucifer opened up his arms and motioned with his fingers to come in for a hug. "So emotional tonight Maze," he joked. It was completely out of character for both of them but Maze agreed to the hug anyway. Closing her eyes she took in the moment and the force of him embracing her. She loved the way it felt, and bet that Chloe probably did too.

However when Maze opened her eyes first she drew in a breath before everything seemed to go into slow motion. Chloe went from laying unconscious on a table to standing right behind Lucifer. Her eyes were open and black as a demon's. Gripped tightly in her hand was one of Maze's daggers. Chloe had her arm raised high within the air placing its aim right at Lucifer back. Whether or not she made Lucifer mortal wouldn't matter when it came to this dagger. It could hurt demons and angel. It could hurt mortal or immortal. There were no boundaries within this moment and Mazikeen had only seconds to react.

There wasn't enough time to snatch it out of Chloe's hands. Maze wasn't at the correct angle to allow her to reach it. There were no options to stop Chloe. But there was one thing Maze could do. After all, she was sworn to protect her devil at all costs. In a split second decision Maze knew she had to take the blow.

Maze turned around with Lucifer in her hands, hugging him tighter as she swung herself in front of the blade while turning Lucifer away from it. The blade scratched down Maze's back before embedding itself within her flesh. Mazikeen clung to Lucifer and his jacket, her eyes scrunched up in pain and she screamed. The pain was absolutely excruciating and it was like nothing Maze had felt in a very long time since escaping Hell. Lucifer's eyes opened the sight of this horror before him and he was completely stunned and shocked.

"NO!" He cried out, catching Mazikeen's limp torso as they both began to slip to the floor. Maze was curling up into a fetal position from the pain. The blade had gone deep, all the way to the handle. Lucifer tried to shake Maze, keeping her awake and alert. "Maze no!" He whispered to her. His mind was still reeling from the event. When he looks up from Maze he sees Chloe is running out the door. A part of Lucifer jumps at the opportunity to go after her and chase her down but his mind tells him he has time for that later. For now, he needed to comfort Maze because otherwise she would be alone. And how could he abandon someone who just saved his life?

Looking down at the ground there was already a pool of blood underneath her. "No no no no," Lucifer kept repeating to himself. He hoisted her up onto his lap, and her eyes were already beginning to droop. They felt like they weighed a thousand pounds, and Maze struggled to keep conscious. "Why Maze? Why did you do that?"

Maze coughed a bit. "Because...I swore an oath a long time ago to protect you. That's all I...k-k-know. It's all I've ever done and all I-I've ever wanted to do. I live to k-kee-keep you safe Lucifer," she stutters in pain. Coughing, she feels pain when her body shakes. Pulling at his collar she attempts to lean herself forward. "Pull it o-out please..."

"Maze-"

"D-Do it!" Maze orders. She knows the longer the dagger remains in her the more damage it could inflict. Lucifer still gives her one arm to brace and pull herself forward with. This was going to hurt but there was no need to hide it from Maze. She was tough, Lucifer knew it. Once she sat forward Lucifer himself felt his heart tremble at the sight. A long gash ran down her back right to the location of the embedded blade. Blood was just bubbling out the wound and as soon as Lucifer's fingers wrapped around the blade they were completely drenched in his demon's blood.

"Should I count-"

"Just do it!" Maze screams in pain and impatience.

The blade rips out of her skin along but what follows is the spewing of blood. So much blood was just flowing everywhere. Lucifer reaches up to the table and grabs a ton of napkins. He also knocks down his drink from way before now. Using the alcohol for something other than consumption he throws the liquid against her back. Sure it wasn't the best antiseptic but he was using his surroundings. It burns the wound and Maze struggles not to scream by concealing it in a grunt while clawing onto Lucifer's arm. Her fingers pull at his jacket as the rest of her body goes slack. Lucifer presses the napkins against the wound but they quickly become useless. Throwing the soaked ones aside he promptly replaces them. Applying pressure to the wound he carefully leans her back.

"You know Maze, me playing the role of doctor with you is usually a lot more fun than this," Lucifer lightheartedly joked but looking at Maze was like taking the blade himself. It hurt him to see her in this much pain. Her body shook with a slight laugh but she was fighting to stay conscious. "You are going to make it Maze, I'm sure of-"

Before he could finish Maze's eyes closed and a small bit of blood is running down her chin having escaped from her lips from her last cough. Panic takes over Lucifer as he shakes her body while his mind has already jumped to the worst conclusion possible. "No. No, Maze no. Come back to me Maze."

She remains unresponsive to his calls of her name. The shouting of her name rings throughout the entire building as Lucifer's own eyes water at the sight of someone he has known forever lay before him hurt at the hands of his love. He hugs Maze right to his own chest listening for a heart beat and not knowing what to expect or find when he does.

Sorry for yet another cliffhanger but you know you guys love it. I'm expecting quite the comments on this chapter so fire at will. On another quick note, how lucky are we to have received that awesome San Diego Comic Con Lucifer Season 2 Trailer? That was sure something! I'm really looking forward to the new season! September can't come fast enough. See you soon little devils ;)