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[realbeijinger]

Forbidden Fruit

OMG!!! My first longfic is finally finished!! Thank you to everyone who beta-ed and helped me get here... This story is my baby, and it's finally able to enter the world in its completed form!!! I'm so excited and I couldn't have done it alone. ❤❤❤

This is the story of why Lucifer began a rebellion and fought for freedom! i.e. prompts 1 and 31 of #Lucitober2023!

Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45199681/chapters/129028849

A prequel to the canon. A story of young love, teenage rebellion, and a fledgling angel trying to define himself in the shadow of his father. OR: Why did Lucifer start a revolt in the first place?

Snippet:

“She was wholly, utterly, unavailable to him. To touch her would mean to lose everything—his status, title, maybe even his family. For once he had to control his desire, and it only made him want her more. He watched with desperate agony as she moved under the water. . . He wasn’t even supposed to be in the garden.”

[thewollfgang]

Summary:

The street is empty. There is no human explanation for Lucifer to have moved that quickly. Or for the red of his eyes as he’d argued. Or for any number of the things Lucifer does, except the explanation he’s always given. Every piece of evidence she’s ignored for years suddenly becomes too heavy to deny.

Lucifer is the Devil.

Rating: Mature

Fandom: Lucifer (TV)

Relationships: Chloe Decker/Lucifer Morningstar

Additional Tags: Time Travel, Fix-It, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Season/Series 03, BAMF Chloe Decker, BAMF Lucifer, Wing Grooming, Sexual Content

[kringsbebec]

The translation of the oneshot is now available on AO3.

Thank you so much OkamiShadou for checking it and Laura Krings for the fanart. Love u both! 

[tellemonstar]

Fulfils this specific prompt and so the Devil went to Vegas. @luciferprompts

[yoursummerfrost]

when you met me

This fic exists because @stvrklight linked me this prompt from @luciferprompts and was like "can you imagine??" and it turns out I could. I meant this to be wayy whumpier than it is because I am Soft and weak, and it's more of a H/C vibe instead. Post-season 4. 

Rating: Teen Word Count: ~10.5k Pairing(s): Luci/Dan Summary: Nobody seems willing to talk about the fact that Lucifer obviously didn't disappear for three months to go on vacation. Dan really shouldn't be the guy who has to do something about that, but here he is.

Read here on AO3!

[bebecdevil]

New chapter is on!

[jamestkirkish]

Before There Was Light

Rated: G Wordcount: 11,957 One-shot Pairing: Mild Lucifer Morningstar/Chloe Decker

For @luciferprompts : AU where Lucifer turned into a child, with no memories of his rebellion or hell or his time in Los Angeles, possibly leading to Chloe babysitting while Amenadiel and Maze try to find answers and a way to transform him back

This prompt sounded fun and I just went with it. I’ve yet to see a de-aged Lucifer fic. Was going for fluff, kind of got angsty and possibly cracky. I tried. Not sure who submitted, but I hope it’s at least kind of what you had in mind (even if Amenadiel and Maze are more in the background)

[gilbirda]

Guilty

She did it. She killed him and sent the Devil back to Hell. She poured the liquid of the vial in the cup of wine, he drank it. He died. She pours it again now. And again. She kills him again now. And again. And again.

[Also in AO3]

Chloe is scared. She's scared, and she tips the liquid into his wine glass and ruins everything. Some part of her wants to stop. Her hand shakes. She knows she'll regret this, she knows it in her bones. Yet she has no control. She tips the liquid into his wine glass. (Again. And again. And again.)

"Oh," she hears from the elevator. She turns - she thought he'd been in the bedroom - and he looks different, sad and broken-

"No, Detective, no. You don't belong here. You don't belong here at all."

“Lucifer,” she manages to say, breathless. “I’m sorry, I-”

“Chloe,” the intensity of his eyes freezes her hand as she is going to pour the liquid in the wine glass, “this isn’t real.”

“I fucked things up, Lucifer,” she has tears in her eyes. “I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry.”

She only hopes he knows she isn’t only referring to the fact that she did send him to Hell. Or that she had lied to him, countless times. That she had used his feelings for her to strike when he was most vulnerable. She had betrayed him.

She realized it too late, and the guilt literally ate her alive.

Chloe blinks, her hand gripping around the skull vial. She knows she has to stop her hand, stop trying to poison Lucifer, stop killing him -

But she pours it. Again.

The other Lucifer approaches her and grabs her shoulders, shaking her.

“Snap out of it, Detective! You shouldn’t be here.”

“But I do,” she bites her lip, looking down at the full vial in her hand. She pours it in the cup of wine. “I do. I do. I killed you. I’m sorry.”

“Detective, don’t be silly!” he smiles despite the desperate look in his eyes. “I’m immortal. You just… shortened my vacation. I will come back, uh, eventually.”

He grimaces, but it is enough to trigger her again. She pours the poison in the cup, looking away from this other Lucifer. Why isn’t he drinking it? Why isn’t he looking at her like his heart broke as he falls down? She - She stomped it down, that day. She felt it. The moment he stopped breathing was the moment she knew she made the wrong decision.

The next only good choice she made was letting that perp shoot her. It didn’t matter. She had already failed everyone important in her life. Trixie didn’t matter, Dan didn’t matter, life didn’t matter.

She was in Hell, and she deserved it.

@luciferprompts​ Original prompt

[hiromystory]

Anniversary (Lucifer Prompt Fill Ficlet)

@starpanda42 I hope you like this little guy. Your @luciferprompts prompt could certainly support a much longer story!

“Chloe and Lucifer aren't interrupted after their kiss in Quintessential Deckerstar. They start their relationship for real, and things are going well. Years pass - perhaps they even get married. Except Chloe still doesn't know Lucifer is the Devil. And Lucifer isn't aging...”

Anniversary

It was their tenth anniversary. Chloe was getting ready for the night out. She didn’t know where Lucifer had made the dinner reservation, but she knew from past experience that it was unlikely that getting dressed up would be a mistake.

They’d married nearly two years on the dot after they’d started dating, and they’d been some of the happiest, craziest, most wonderful years of her life. But the timing of her anniversary also had her looking back at how close it had come to never being. How close she’d come to marrying a man she didn’t love…a man who turned out to be a monster.

It has been the morning after her first night with Lucifer when her phone had lit up. At least a dozen calls all with the gossip that their lieutenant had been arrested trying to murder one Dr. Amenadiel Canaan. That had led, one thing to another, to the revelation that Marcus Pierce had been the Sinnerman himself. As far as she knew, he was still serving his several consecutive life sentences.

Chloe brushed these thoughts away, as she did every year. All was well that ended well.

Lucifer knocked on the front door like it was a date and they hadn’t lived together for more than a decade. It was a little routine of theirs by this point. A holdover from a time when he’d been trying to figure out courtship. She checked her hair one last time and grabbed her jacket.

When she opened the door, it was like a blast from the past. Over the years, she’d convinced him to dress down a bit day-to-day and that she liked a bit of curl in his hair. But when he dressed up, he still wore a perfectly-tailored suit with perfectly-coifed hair. These occasions brought home to her how little he’d changed over the years. The lucky bastard.

He had the stunned look on his face that he always got when she dressed up. Like he’d never seen something so beautiful. It never failed to make her heart beat fast. And, in this case, forget the increasing number of grays her dye covered over. Even with her fiftieth birthday just on the horizon, she knew she cleaned up nice.

The restaurant was…extremely trendy. They made a splash as they always did when she was out with Lucifer. The maitre d’, then the waiter, then the sommelier, then the chef, then the owner all came over to make a fuss over their anniversary. She gave Lucifer an obligatory eye roll, but she knew he knew that she’d mellowed to this kind of thing over the years. That it was their anniversary and she was with him was all that really mattered. It didn’t hurt that the food was excellent.

Near the end of the evening, she excused herself to use the restroom. She tapped her foot while she waited for a trio of twenty-somethings who were monopolizing the sink space to touch up their makeup. A woman closer to her own age met her eyes with an exaggerated grimace at the girls. Once they’d cleared out, she and the other woman washed their hands side by side.

“Congratulations on your anniversary,” the woman said as she dried her hands.

“It’s that obvious?”

The woman shrugged. “I take it your handsome husband knows the owner? Anyway, he’s quite a catch,” she said throwing Chloe a knowing look. “Gives me hope for women our age…”

Chloe gaped as the woman left. She was younger than Lucifer. If his driver’s license was to be believed—and Chloe did despite his insistence on celebrating a ‘re-birthday’ on a different date—he’d just turned 53. Even if the smug bastard barely looked 40 if you squinted.

She was still thinking about it when she sat back down at their table.

“What’s your secret?” she asked. Adding, when he tilted his head in question: “How do you stay looking so young?”

He frowned at her. “No secret. As I’ve told you maaaaany times, I’m immortal, love.”

“Right. With two ‘m’s.” She laughed. “Seriously, though, you’ve got to share someday. Because I know it isn’t exactly clean living.”

He just shook his head at her and asked her if she wanted dessert. With that tone that implied there was dessert and then there was dessert.

Later that night, she lay next to him in bed, looking up at that face she loved so much. “I can’t believe you. That you’re the Devil. I just can’t do it.”

“I know,” he said, brushing her hair back from her eyes with a smile. “You need the eggs.”

The End

(And of course he makes her an omelet in the morning.)

[swishandflickwit]

Deckerstar — don’t hide away 1/1

Summary: An overdue moment shared in the rain between Chloe and Lucifer in the aftermath of his reveal.

Ratings: General Audiences

Words: 666

Warnings: Post-reveal. Post-3x24. Language.

AN: Greetings readers, old and new! Welcome to the latest installment of The Devil's Lucky Number series, in which all my OTPs deserve a moment in the rain—à la Elizabeth and Darcy in Pride & Prejudice (2005) style.

But mostly based on this prompt posted on the exceptional @luciferprompts blog—

Post-reveal: Chloe hasn't spoken to Lucifer for some time, and Maze lets slip Lucifer's leaving for good. Chloe rushes over to the Penthouse but all she finds is a very surprised and disheveled Devil. (He was never leaving.)

Hope everyone's having a good Easter so far!

Title from the Billie Eilish song come out and play.

Also on ff.net | AO3

Other writing

The Devil’s Lucky Number series: I | II | III | IV | V | VI | VII | VIII | IX | X | XI | [ XII ] 

She fucked up.

And the Heavens sought to reiterate this by choosing today—of all days—to unleash a mutinous downpour.

Thanks, she snarked upwards. You’re hilarious, a real class act.

But even that was half-hearted, for she knew that at the end of the day—

She had no one to blame but herself.

Lucifer executed his promise to give her space, and she internally vowed not to let the gap between them yawn to a chasm too discordant to bridge.

Except days turned into weeks turned into a month; as the hours stretched—so did her fears.

Not of him… never him.

No, Chloe was afraid of herself—of the magnitude with which his revelation did nothing to alter her truth.

She loved him.

With every beat of her battered, human heart—she loved him.

And therein lay the problem.

What could she, a mere mortal, offer him? This divine creature of—loathed he was to believe it—inimitable goodness and light.

That she could admit to herself just how fucked she made the situation only proved how weak she was.

Because more than anything, she was afraid to lose him.

Now thanks to that weakness, the causatum of her worst nightmares was unfolding.

Unless she made it in time.

“Lucifer!” she called just as his wings flared behind him, the feathered appendages soaked but gleaming against the gloom of the twilight deluge.

“Detective?”

She hardly registered the angry pelt of cloudburst against her skin as she stepped onto the balcony and into his gravity.

“I’m sorry,” she cried. “I shouldn’t have avoided you for so long and you—” she clutched desperately at the lapels of his jacket. “You don’t have to hide, not from me. And I should’ve told you sooner and now I’m too late because you’re leaving—”

“But I’m…” he shook his head bewilderingly. “not… going… anywhere…?”

She gaped. “You’re not?”

“Goodness, no. For better or for worse, Earth is my home. And there are—” he gave her a pointed look to which she blushed, “—those I would rather endure the trials of humanity for than to ever be without.”

He sniffed disdainfully.

“Whatever gave you that impression anyway?”

“Maze—”

And there it was.

Her erstwhile roommate had been relentless in her pursuit of a forgiveness Chloe hadn’t been so forthcoming in bestowing. Yet she had to credit her perceptiveness despite the deceit, that the ultimate catalyst for reconciliation would be the threat of his permanent exodus.

“That little demon,” she murmured.

Though perhaps she was forgiven, after all.

“But what are you doing out in the rain?”

“Oh,” the euphoric shine christening his dark orbs and tinting his expression with effulgence was infectious. “But I just love it! It was so dry in Hell that I can’t resist basking in it every time. Besides,” he stretched his wings, “roomy as my bathroom is, it’s still ill-equipped for any proper grooming so I took advantage of the torrent. If I ever forget how inconvenient these blasted things are—”

And so she remembers—down to the infinitesimal fibers of her soul—how to love him.

Because it was Lucifer, and he had never been anything but who he was—enough.

And even after her aberration, his gaze upon her—scaturient with a four-letter emotion she was sure they were well on their way to acknowledging—remained unchanged, and this is how she knows.

She, too, was enough.

“So, you’re staying?” her grip on his jacket loosened, only to graze the strong slope of his shoulders.

He grinned crookedly, arms snaking around her waist.

“Till you desire otherwise.”

“Not possible.”

“Suppose,” he hummed, breath a cold mist before him but his body deliciously warm pressed against her shivering figure, “I’ll just have to live with that.”

“How awful,” she teased hoarsely, knees weak with relief. “To be stuck with me.”

“And yet,” he sighed, sealing what little abysm remained between them.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

AN: I have... mixed feelings about this lmao. This was a whopping 1k in its genesis. Not for any plot reasons really, but just cause I love my flowery language XD So if the pacing is that tiny bit off, you know why.

Tbh, I'm more excited for the installment after this but that's for another day hahaha.

But how did you guys find it, is the better question. Let me know! And if you have any requests, don't hesitate to hit me up here!

See you guys in the next one ;)

The Devil’s Lucky Number series: I | II | III | IV | V | VI | VII | VIII | IX | X | XI | [ XII ]

[realbeijinger]

FORBIDDEN FRUIT IS BACK!!! CHAPTER 12 NOW POSTED!!!

A prequel to the canon. A story of young love, teenage rebellion, and a fledgling angel trying to define himself in the shadow of his father. OR: Why did Lucifer start a revolt in the first place?

Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45199681/chapters/122773507

Snippet:

“She was wholly, utterly, unavailable to him. To touch her would mean to lose everything—his status, title, maybe even his family. For once he had to control his desire, and it only made him want her more. He watched with desperate agony as she moved under the water. . . He wasn’t even supposed to be in the garden.”

[thewollfgang]

Summary:

Lucifer presses his palms to cool stone and pushes himself upright. “I wish to see the damage done to Hell myself. Gather an escort.”

She bows and retreats from the balcony.

He hasn’t walked the streets of Hell for ages. His word from the Palace has always been enough. But that was before. Before a demon attempted to hold the throne, before they started to slip through the gate, before the realm itself began to decay.

Perhaps it's time the demons be reminded just who it is that resides among them, whether he’s of Hell or not.

[kringsbebec]

                                                   ONE-SHOT 

                                                  (prompt inspired)

                                                          ____

"--all...bulance!" 

"Sir, c'n y-...ove?"  

"Th's doesn't...ook good."

Noises and words made a breakthrough in the darkness and pierce his skull, which already seems to be pierced with pain given the blood he tastes in his mouth and feels on the tip of his nose. But these aren't the biggest breakthroughs.

Further down. Down his shoulder. 

The left one. Breakthrough by impalement.

His left eye - the only one that doesn't prefer thick blood to the smooth darkness of the previous fall - follows the visible metal before the jacket, the shirt, then the flesh preceding the leather of his seat. The long pile is a straight line between Devil and lorry. The other pipes have, at least, spared what's left of his convertible. All scattered on the ground, across the wheels of another car, too.

He has time to notice that its mustard-yellow hue is the worst hue to choose for a car before a shadow blocks what remains of his sight since his 'Cyclop' condition. "--ifer." 

A hand under his chin touches his throat soon after.

He frowns the only eyebrow that doesn't risk to split open on more blood for puzzled expressions. The hair around the face, half of a profile... not mustard-yellow. It's blonde. Familiar, recognizable blonde. "De'ct've?"

He hasn't finished groaning the last letter that his head is falling backwards, his heart pushed by pain to the bottom of consciousness. It's a global explosion. Everywhere and nowhere at the same time. It remains in his shoulder, it winds around his left leg for a long time, which he's surprised not to have felt before that moment. 

The Detective's voice grows quieter. "D'on't… m've! Stay...s'ill, okay? Help's...n the way, Lucifer." 

Move? 

Who's bloody moving here?! He's not. He has to move to breathe, though.

"Slow...b'eath. Slowly," Chloe encourages him from—

From where? Where is she? Her voice sounds from everywhere. Noise is everywhere.

What is she doing here?

[fireloom]

You Make Me Bleed

A prompt fill for @luciferprompts! The story is not exactly like the prompt but the general theme is similar. Since I had this sitting lonely in my drafts I thought I'd stick it onto a prompt and see if anyone likes it :P very messy, very quick so don't be too harsh! My first, but certainly not last, Lucifer fanfic. Critique very welcome! Please enjoy :)

Neither can you.

The words have hardly a moment to pass through Lucifer’s head before the comforting, foreboding feeling of mortality embraces him. The phantom pain of his damaged wings return. Lucifer already knows Chloe is near before her footsteps echo down the stairs. At her call of his name, he masks his agony and stands to turn to her.

Chloe halts in her stride and stares. She stares not at Peirce's body, not at the carnage of henchmen around them, nor the bloodied feathers scattering the floor. She stares at Lucifer.

"It's all real." She steps back once, twice, thrice... Lucifer’s heart drops in his chest. He can always tell the face of a mortal discovering divinity. It can only mean one thing in this moment. And what a horribly ironic thing it is aswell.

Lucifer want to say something, anything to calm the detective, to show her he is still the same person, even though he is the the Devil. Not a word gets past his lips before pain takes over. The numbing immortality gave him is gone. The blood pours once more.

Lucifer sputters a great cough, and clutches at his stomach, sinking to his knees. He wretches up red flecks into his hands as a terrible coughing fit overtakes him. His mind fogs with the first signs of blackout. Blood pours down his shoulders through the multi-dimensional doorway in which he hides his wings. He didn't even know his wings could bleed like this. At least The skin on his hands is returning to it's normal pinky human colour.

Chloe snaps out of her trance as best she can and runs up to him. Devil or not, he's hurt and needs her help. "I'll call for an ambulance."

"No hospitals," lucifer groans through clenched teeth. "Lux!" Chloe grabs his arm and lifts him to his feet. She helps him hobble outside and shoved him in her car. By the time Chloe climbs into the driver's seat, Lucifer has lost consciousness.

______

Three suburbs, two red lights, and one narrowly avoided accident later and Chloe speeds the police car, sirens raging, down the highway. Lucifer is unconscious. He drifts between awareness blackout every few minutes. Chloe is more than worried for him, but secretly relieved for his stupor. She doesn't hear his tormented cries of pain that break her heart in two.

Chloe's eyes wander off the road for a second and when they return the tail lights of the car ahead comes closer than she anticipated. Chloe floors the breaks and the car is send slowing with loud skids. She braces against the stopping momentum that pushes her body forward, then jerks back as her car halts a mere foot from the forward car’s number plate.

Lucifer, who is too passed out to brace himself, bashes his head against the seat back as the car stops. He comes crashing back into consciousness. A guttural groan escapes his lips as he keens forward, taking his head in his hands. He grasps at his hair in an attempt to quiet the growls of anguish.

Chloe frowns and grits her teeth. She's never seen so much pain in one person before, and especially not the one person who pretends he doesn't feel any. Lucifer's whines dwindle to whimpers. He raises his head and peers out the windscreen. His eyes widen.

"No! No hospitals." They pass sign after sign stating the hospital is on the second exit, five miles ahead.

"You're dying!" Chloe protests, "you need to go to the ER."

"I need to go to Lux." Chloe clenches the steering wheel and accelerates. "I can't-" lucifer scrunched his face and grits his teeth against another wave of agony. "C-cant control it."

Before Chloe can ask what, Lucifer's left wing shoots out and smacks her in the face.Her chest is splattered with tiny red droplets of blood. She loses grip of the wheal and the car swerves dangerously.

Lucifer pulls his bloodied wings back to his chest but he hasn't the consciousness to vanish them. Instead the curl around his torso. To Chloe they look almost like a cocoon. He's right. Lucifer can turn up to the hospital with his (Chloe can't believe she's thinking this) divinity on display.

Chloe pulls away from the highway and turns toward Lux.

_____

The elevator door opens to Lucifer's apartment and the two stumble out. Lucifer relies heavily on Chloe's support to stay upright. By now his suit is blood stained and getting even damper. How much can these wings bleed? He can also feel four... no five bullets lodged in his body. Nowhere vital at least.

"Lucifer!" Dan and Ella exclaim at once and leap forward to help him. They take his arms and begin to lead him to the couch. At the edge of the lounge lucifer can stand no longer and drops to his knees. He catches himself by his hands on the floor. All police officers immediately come to his aid.

Chloe pushes in front and lifts his chest, draping his arms over her shoulders and pushing him to sit back onto his heels. Lucifer's vision swims in black but he can still make out Chloe's face in front of his. Her eyes fill with concern. Tears pricks at their edges. Lucifer manages the strength to bring his hand to Chloe's head. He leans forward to press his forehead to hers. Lucifer stares into her with eyes of the underworld.

"You need to leave," he whispers.

Chloe shakes her head. "No. I'm staying." Lucifer begins to protest but another wave of pain flow through his body. He hunches forward, moving his hands to her shoulders and digging his nails into her skin. His eyes begin to sting with the coming of tears. Lucifer's whole body shakes from exertion. Now he also shakes with sobs that begin to rack his chest. For some reason, crying alleviates the pain, if only for a moment. He hardly thinks of what a scene he must be making, how worried his friends would be. Too much is hurting for him to care for such trivial matters.

The flood gates break and out flows the stream of cries and broken breaths. He lifts his head and locks eyes with chloe, knowing his are full of torment. In a voice plagued with pity and whimper, Lucifer cries her name. Not in a way of blame or forsaking but how a child calls for their mother. Darkness takes hold as his broken voice tempers out. He collapses into chloe's arms.

______

Chloe holds Lucifer close for a moment longer than necessary. Her eyes scrunch shut and arms tremble. Her heart aches for him. It's all her fault. It was for her that he might have given his life. Not now, Lucifer. You can't leave now. Chloe needs you.

"What the hell happened?" Dan ponders to no one in particular. Chloe doesn't answer. There are more important things to do. She motions for them to help her move him to the couch. As they lay him down he regains consciousness.

Ella pulls out her cell phone and begin to dail. "I'm calling an ambulance."

"No hospitals," lucifer repeats for the nth time this night. Ella ignores him and calls anyway.

"Don't call them," Chloe states with seriousness.

Ella looks to her in bewilderment. "He's dying, Chloe! He needs help."

Chloe gives her the hardest stare she's ever managed. For lucifer, she will not let them call an ambulance. He can overcome this, Chloe is sure. She hopes... "Don't call." Ella puts her phone away. "You can help by bandaging his wounds."

With hesitation and concern in their eyes, Dan and Ella run off to find a first aid kit. "Detective," Lucifer whispers, meeting eyes with her. "You need to leave me."

"No lucifer. I'm staying here." Lucifer winces and grits his teeth for a moment.

"You can't..."

Chloe's voice becomes desperate and cracked, "I can't leave you." Ella returns with bandages and gauze, going to work to identify the sources of blood. Dan comes with towels and pure strength vodka to sterilize.

"You have to, it's the only way." Chloe can't accept that. She cannot leave when her partner is falling Ill with gunshot wound. Not when the bullets were meant for her.

"I can't... Can't leave you."

"You have to," Lucifer raises his voice. Chloe stays adamant in her refusal to leave. "Detective," he warns with a hint of aggression. "Leave now."

Chloe takes a breath. "No." Lucifer lashes out, grabbing Chloe by the throat and pulling her close. Dan springs forward to pry his arm away but the sudden strength lucifer has found overpowers him. Chloe's surprise is not in the action but how lightly Lucifer holds her.

He brings his mouth against her ear. "You make bleed."

Chloe's eyes widen. Vulnerability. It's not just some metaphor anymore. These words have meaning now.

"I will heal if you're not here.” Lucifer pulls away. A snarl spreads across his mouth but his eyes portray sorry and they beg for forgiveness. "Now leave me alone." He articulates every word like the jab of a knife. To Chloe he mouths the words 'believe me.' She gives an almost inconceivable nod.

Lucifer loosens his grip on her then turns to Dan and Ella, who give him scared looks. "All of you! Get away from me!"

Chloe begins to stand but not until she secretly slips Lucifer's phone into his hand. "Come on, let's leave him be. We'll call an ambulance on the way out. He's too volatile for us to handle." Chloe speaks in a cold manor. Dan doesn't protest and goes to collect the hitman still cuffed up in the next room. Ella looks confused and begins to argue but Chloe shuts her up with a cold look.

Chloe can't tell if this is the right thing, but Ella's own words come into her mind. Chloe must have faith. Faith that Lucifer will heal in her absence, that he won't leave her to return to his fiery home down below...

Dan and Ella accompanied by the hitman enter the elevator. Chloe stays a moment more. She asks in her eyes if this is the right thing to do. Lucifer nods very seriously.

"Stay safe." Chloe enters the elevator.

As soon as the door closes, Lucifer cries a devastating wail, his wings finally unfolding in a flurry of damaged feathers.

______

In the elevator, Chloe pulls out her phone and begins to dial. She presses it to her ear. Someone answers.

"I need an ambulance. A civilian has been wounded. He's taking refuge in the penthouse above the nightclub Lux. He has suffered multiple gunshot wounds and is bleeding profusely. He needs medical attention. Dispatch immediately." Chloe waits for the person to answer.

"Thank you, Detective,” Lucifer utters.

[maelizwriting-blog]

Prompt: There are moments, when Lucifer switches to other languages without him knowing. The entire LAPD argues about how many languages he knows. (from anonymous via @luciferprompts)

Characters: Lucifer Morningstar, Chloe Decker, Ella Lopez, Dan Espinoza, Marcus Pierce

Words: 927