Chapter 4

"You have given me something that I can't live without, You mustn't underestimate that when you are in doubt,"

Love In The Dark -Adele

It was a Friday night in Los Angeles, and it seemed like everyone who was on the list to get into LUX showed up all at once. The lineup was out the door and far beyond the block. So when Chloe parked the car on the side street, she automatically sighed and began to move towards the back of the line out of habit. There was no way they were getting in before morning at this rate.

"Darling, why are we stopping here? This lineup is dreadfully long," Lucifer whines.

With a long sigh and a highly raised eyebrow, Chloe questions. "What do you propose we do? Pull out our guns and threaten everyone out of line with the intent put a cap in their ass unless we can take their spot in line?"

"As fun as that sounds Detective," he says looking up, thinking. "And fun and you usually don't consist in the same sentence so believe me I would consider it. However, you seem to be forgetting something that makes this whole ordeal easier. I own this place and have the key to the back door. And the bouncer knows me, so we can get in anytime or anyway. You pick Detective."

Chloe rolls her eyes. Partially at how conceited Lucifer is at owning this club, and the other part at forgetting this detail about his actual occupation. Sure, he may be her partner, but to Chloe it was still unofficial. As much as she couldn't admit right away that she did enjoy working with him.

Lucifer struts right past her, a certain sway within his grounded steps. His suit jacket flaring slightly in the light breeze, his elongated arms swinging at a constant rate. All he has to do is swing the bulky bouncer a look, and both himself and Chloe are granted beyond the red velvet rope. The music is softer than most clubs, and much lighter. This is certainly not the typical place. The elegant piano in the middle of the space gives a certain grace and mature vibe to the whole place. The lights are strobe or colorful, which again brings class.

Chloe has only been in here and handful of times but each time she is still shocked at how different the place is compared to many of the clubs in Los Angeles. Lucifer descends the stairs with one hand on the railing, but before he gets too far he twists his torso to face Chloe, who is still on the top floor before the stairs. Like a true gentleman, he holds out one hand. His palm out and up, ready to guide her past the unfamiliar faces lining the stairs. With slight hesitation she accepts the gesture, and his slender fingers wrap around her dainty wrist and leading her with the lightest of pressure.

Maze has a stare that could shatter the very glass she is cleaning. Her hand is wrapped in the dish towel shoved down the beer glass, but her nails look as though they could go right through the towel and find their way into Chloe's skin. Chloe might not have been able to admit it to herself, but a part of her was terrified by Maze's presence. However, Lucifer trusted her, so maybe a part of her did too. Just not quite as much.

"Maze! Your finest please!"

"You think she can handle it?" Maze questions.

"Don't be haste Maze. And we will have it in the room in the back," Lucifer requests.

Maze slams the bottle down on the counter. "The room?"

"Yes Maze, the room."

Chloe's eyes are darting between the two and she almost feels uncomfortable watching them. Lucifer slyly snakes his hand back into Chloe's and begins to walk, once again pulling her gently towards his intended destination. His hand leaves her momentarily so he can grab the singular silver key from his back pocket. The door slips open, and the first thing Chloe notices is how dimly lit the place is. Just enough to see where you are going and who you are with, and nothing else more. Yet despite the darkness it feels strangely welcoming. There is chairs and a large couch in which Lucifer goes to, and fluff out the back of his jacket before sitting down. He crosses his legs and pats the space beside him, and Chloe takes her place while leaving space between them.

Lucifer reaches within his inside pocket this time. He pulls out what Chloe thinks is a coin. He rests his hand on his knee, and the coin raises slightly into the air. With his thumb he begins to, magically, tap it causing it to swirl and land facing him one side or the other. Chloe's eyes are drawn to it right away, and a smile crosses her figures.

"How are you doing that?"

"Perks to being the Prince Of Darkness I guess," he comments, but his mind is seemingly elsewhere.

"No strings or clear wires?"

"Nope, but you certainly know how to suck all the fun out of things Detective. What do you do? You go to see a magic show and rip it apart. No doubt blabbing all the tricks in front of your daughter as well-"

"I don't believe in magic," Chloe cuts him off. "Everything has a logical explanation."

"Of course. The answer is that I am the devil, should you accept that or not is up to you."

Chloe sighs. Why was he putting up such a wall with all these devil metaphors? Even though Chloe had seen some things about Lucifer she possibly couldn't explain quite yet, she knew the last thing that it could be was that he was the devil. But...if she wanted to get more out of him, maybe she had to play along. She stares at the coin harder, noticing this doesn't look like something she has ever seen before.

"What do the two sides have on them?" She questions in an effort to break the silence between them.

"One side is the sign of Satan, or myself. The other, a sign of Christ and The Trinity. In short, it represents where each soul can travel after death. Those who are saved, go to heaven. Those who are damned, come to me. To spend eternity in Hell. It is two sides of the same coin, but not at the same time," he keeps flipping it, his mind lost in thought.

"Why do you turn it like that?"

He pauses, and loses his focus. His head pops up slightly, and the coin drops in his palm. "Maybe I'd just like to believe...no," he shakes his head, not finishing his sentence.

"What is it?" Chloe senses something in him has come down. The wall is temporarily broken, much like that moment with those scars on his back. She senses his vulnerability. "You can say it," she assures him.

With a sigh, and his head sinking. When he speaks his voice is small, and quiet. If the room wasn't so quiet she might not have been able to catch it. "Maybe I would just like to think I could be saved."

Chloe doesn't know why, but these words hit her like an oncoming train. She feels like she is seeing a side of him she never has. It feels like she can see him in pieces, shards of him laying everywhere. A part of her yearns to place them back together. With a quiet scoot, she closes the space between them, and with two fingers lifts his head and turns it to face her. She whispers, "Where would you have me end up?"

His eyes squint slightly, he is studying her. How could there be any doubt in her mind she would go anywhere but heaven? Lucifer wonders. "Chloe," he begins. He doesn't use her name often, almost as if he could wear it out. And when he does, it sends a shiver of pleasure down Chloe's spine. "You belong to heaven. I just didn't know angels could fly so low. Or how the hell you ended up here with me."

Both of them don't know what exactly is happening between them, but Chloe's hands somehow find their way to the back of his neck. Lucifer's hands slowly make their way to her slender waist, and what is left between them as far as space goes is destroyed. Almost in unison, both of them shut their eyes, and the earth seems to come to a pause. In this moment before their lips touch, it is almost as if nothing else matters.

Almost.

Maze swings the door open, her hand occupied with a tray with two drinks on it. They aren't positioned long on the tray as the whole works drops along with Mazikeen's mouth. She stands, there stunned as Chloe and Lucifer separate from one another and fight to keep their composure. Maze regains hers as well, and turns on her spiked heel to head back to the bar, the door closing by itself and leaving Lucifer and Chloe alone in embarrassment and shame. A silence hangs between them, and Lucifer is the first to try and break it.

"I'm sorry-" Lucifer begins, questioning even to himself on why he is apologizing. It would be the first time he was had to before kissing a girl. And this is also considering the kiss didn't even happen, as much as he had wished over and over it had.

He is cut off as Chloe's phone rings out. Chloe can't bring herself to meet his eyes as she pulls it out and accepts the call, desperate from a distraction over the screams in her head arguing how she should have just gone through with it, and the other side battling why she even thought about doing it in the first place. "Decker," she answers.

Lucifer, puts his hands in his lap, and waits like a patient puppy. Chloe's face morphs in horror, and she hangs up the phone without another word. Her head falling into both of her hands. She takes a couple of deep breaths before hurling her phone across the room with a panicked cry. Lucifer's attention is caught and he jumps when the phone connects with the wall.

"Considering how expensive those things are, I should hope you threw it for a good reason-"

"Lucifer shut up," Chloe cries, standing up and heading towards the door. "We have to go."

"What happened Detective?" Lucifer says, rushing over to Chloe in a minor sprint to catch up with her pace.

"Olivia Anderson, our next suspect, was just found dead."

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"Mazikeen," Amenadiel's voice rings out over the frozen scenery.

Maze wipes away a singular tear from her eye and screams in anger. "Why are you here?"

"I'm here," Amenadiel begins. "Because I think you understand now why we need to send you and Lucifer back home. Not only is he becoming mortal, but something tells me there is something mundane nerds might call 'a disturbance in the force'."

"It's the girl," Mazikeen begins. "Something about her is placing a hold within him. He is infatuated with her. She is dangerous for him, he just can't see it like we can. Then I walk in to see them almost making out in the back room, and I can't take it anymore. I want us to go home. No more Los Angeles, no more risking his life-" she pauses. "No more her."

"Who is this girl? Give me that Maze and I'll deal with the rest. You will be home before you know it," Amenadiel promises.

Maze knows telling him would break the trust between her and Lucifer. But she is missing home, and she is worried for Lucifer's well being. She has to do it, if not for her sake than for Lucifer's. He might not see it as being helpful, but he will grow to when they are returned to hell.

"Chloe."

"Chloe?" Amenadiel confirms.

With a sigh, Maze finishes. "Chloe Decker."