#lucitober 2019

[rootpatterson]

Angel Reflexes

Whumptober Day 8 Prompt “Stab Wound”

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It happened so fast and she was standing behind him, but Chloe knew the exact moment her world turned upside down. It was the moment she heard the sharp crack as the ax sunk into Lucifer’s sternum and he stumbled back with the impact. She knew then that she had been wrong. So terribly wrong.

As he fell backwards to the floor, all of the fear and terror Chloe had been battling over his true nature melted away, swiftly replaced with ice cold dread as he hit the ground. Hard. 

She watched in horror as he laid there, staring at the wooden handle of the ax as though not comprehending what he was seeing. Then his hands reached for it, as if to remove the deeply embedded metal from his chest and she rushed to his side. Dropping to her knees, she trapping both of his hands in hers.

He tried to protest, but his breathing was becoming wet and ragged. He stared up at her with tears and terror gleaming in his eyes and her heart broke into a thousand pieces. How could she have been so blind? She was planning to kill him. Send him back to Hell. How could she do that to him? To her partner? She had been so stupid to run away, going to Rome of all places and wasting valuable time. Time that was about to be up.

Chloe watched the blood spreading across his shirt and the fog that filled her head and had her hovering over him in stunned silence suddenly lifted. "Lucifer. Oh my God. Oh my God, no, please."  Tears filled her eyes and she whipped around searching for someone –anyone– who could help her. Someone that could save him.

"Somebody call for an ambulance now!" She didn't recognize the voice screaming out the words. She was so used to sounding calm and collected, being the put together and logical detective. But the image of Lucifer running in front of her and the wet thump as the ax hit home was replaying at blinding speeds through her mind. She had never felt terror like this before, even when Trixie was taken. 

 The panic tearing through her chest strangled her. Tears streamed down her face now as she turned back at him. He was crying too, and she sobbed even harder. She had never seen him cry before. 

"Why would you do something so stupid, Lucifer? You're vulnerable around me, and yet you do something like this knowing it can kill you! Why?!" She hated that she was yelling at him as he lay on the ground, dying from a stab wound intended for her, but she needed to understand something before he was gone. 

His beautiful face was growing more ashen by the second. He took a small breath, then another, before licking his lips and smearing them with blood. She could see the pain in his eyes but he smiled the way he only did at her and his hand reached up to cup her cheek. The look in his eyes telling her what she didn't want him to say yet, but knew was going to all the same. 

"Would do it again, to keep you safe. Be–Because I love you. Don't you know that Detective?" He blinked and took two more short rasping breaths before he stilled, and his hand began to slowly slip from her cheek.

"No. No. No no no noooo‐" 

"CHLOE?!" Dan's voice rang out through the barn but she didn't look up. She didn't want to see the look on his face when he saw Lucifer dead on the ground and her sobbing over him. She laid her head down on Lucifer's shoulder.

"I'm sorry, Lucifer. I'm so, so sorry. Please come back. Please, I'll do anything, just come back." 

"Chloe…Oh my God. Lucifer." Her ex husband stopped a few feet away but didn't make a move to step any closer. 

"Please don't take him away from me. Please? I'm sorry I doubted him. But please, God, you can't let him stay there. Not after this. Not anymore. Please give him back." Chloe begged into the fabric of her dead partner's suit. 

Her desperate prayers went unanswered. 

"Chloe?! Dan! Did you find them?! Is he oka–" Ella skidded to a stop beside Dan, a strangled gasp ripping through her. 

"Santa Maria... No. Please not him. Not him, too." The forensic scientist crashed to her knees, making the sign of the cross as she struggled for breath. 

Dan knelt down beside her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders as she wept. He wasn’t crying. A stoic expression set on his face as he stared at Lucifer's body, with Chloe weeping freely onto the dead man’s shoulder. 

The crime scene became flooded with officers, detectives, and field techs but none of them dared approach the trio on the ground right away.  They left them as long as they could, kept away by menacing glares from Dan. But eventually they needed to take Lucifer away and process the rest of the scene.  

Chloe fought her ex husband as he pulled her away from Lucifer's body. Kicking and screaming at him until he deposited her in Ella's arms where the woman still knelt on the ground. She sobbed harder as the small woman rubbed her back in soothing circles.

"I'm so sorry, Chloe. I'm so so sorry. Please, Chloe we have to calm down. You don't want to hurt yourself. He wouldn't want that." Ella was rocking her back and forth like a child but Chloe didn't care how it looked. She didn't care if she hurt herself.  She deserved to hurt for everything she had put him through and had been planning on putting him through. 

Her heart felt like it was both in a million pieces and gone at the same time. Like when Lucifer had taken his last breath, he had taken her heart with it. 

She hadn't even told him she loved him too. 

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Lucitober Day 15 - Linda

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Inktober/Lucitober 2019 day 1 - Ring

Lucifer always wears a mysterious onyx ring which the show never fully explained its purpose...🤔

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i needed to blow off some steam so i inked an older sketch i had of eve (from tv show lucifer) cause she is cute and makes me happy

edit: pose is not mine. i used a reference 

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My first inktober Lucifer Edition

Day 1 & Day 2

"Ring" & "Reckless"

Enjoy

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I don’t think I ever did upload my Inktober/Lucitober 2019 sketchbook flip-through. This was a grievous oversight. T_T <3

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Angel Reflexes

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2Ow4wXZ

by RootPatterson

  Lucifer runs in just as the ax flies toward her, his angelic speed propelling him forward without any further thought.

 Words: 1005, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 4 of Lucitober 2019

Fandoms: Lucifer (TV)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M, Gen

Characters: Lucifer Morningstar (Lucifer TV), Chloe Decker, Dan Espinoza, Ella Lopez

Relationships: Chloe Decker/Lucifer Morningstar, Dan Espinoza & Ella Lopez

Additional Tags: Episode: s04e02 Somebody's Been Reading Dante's Inferno, Whump, Angst, Chloe has some Regrets

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[rootpatterson]

It Started With The Stars

Whumptober Day 7- Prompt "Isolation"

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He wished his Father had never instructed him to make the stars. The explosions of light he created in the void of darkness had also sparked something new in him. They were beautiful and all slightly different and he felt such pride as he looked upon them. He thought he finally understood why his Father was so interested in the humans He had made.

But then Father forbade him from using his light bringing ability with no reason as to why, and he felt a flicker of something deep within him.

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He didn’t know how long he had been here.

Alone, angry, and trapped in a cell. Every limb on his body was shackled in chains he was unable to break. No matter how much he tore at the metal on his wrists and ankles, no matter how much blood he drew, the cuffs never wavered. He tried over and over again to pull in his wings. But whatever they were made of, the metal chains would not allow him to will them away. 

The cuffs were cold to the touch, unlike the other celestial objects he was familiar with, and clamped tight to the bones of his wings. His covert feathers were misplaced, his side ached with bruises, and he could feel the slow drip of blood wind down his arms, all of it reminding him of how he had failed. He wanted to be free and here he was, trapped in a cage for his apparent misdeeds.

It was maddening. So he tore at those cuffs too, with more vigor than he had with the others. He pulled feathers out by the handful and scratched the skin underneath until it was raw. When he could no longer tolerate the pain, he let out a final ragged scream and fell back down to the floor in despair. 

What would Father do to him? Surely, if he was not obliterated the moment his final soldier was struck down, then He had a plan for him. The thought made his head swim and tears flooded his eyes. He didn’t want to be at his Father’s mercy anymore. He saw only two outcomes to his rebellion. He either he somehow won against God and his army of angels after a mighty battle, or…

He had never imagined that his Father would lock him up and leave him here. That He would leave him to the torture of chains and isolation for an eternity. 

He just wanted to be free, like the humans his Father so cherished. To be able to live for himself and be happy. To be his own being as the universe around them evolved and changed. Even Father and Mother were free to make their own choices. To choose fighting each other over caring for their family. A flood or plague here, seclusion in his office there. Delegating tasks to their creations without any explanation and expecting blind servitude and adoration in return.

It wasn’t fair. 

He wished his Father had never instructed him to make the stars. The explosions light he created in the void of darkness had also sparked something new in him. They were beautiful and all slightly different and he felt such pride as he looked upon them. He thought he finally understood why his Father was so interested in the humans He had made. But then Father forbade him from using his light bringing ability with no reason as to why, and he felt a flicker of something deep within him.

He thought back to when he mentioned the order to Gabriel. And how his brother had reacted.

Lucifer thought back to how he had stormed into Gabriel's quarters, how he had ranted, furious that his father would forbid the use of powers He gave him, without warrant and without explanation. A power that He himself had previously commanded be used! 

Gabriel had attempted to reason with him, but he'd been in no mood to hear it. Nothing could possibly justify the unilateral restriction. Being told to trust that their Father had a plan, that He wanted what was best for them for they were His children, left no outlet for his rage. His younger brother’s meaningless words had only emboldened his resentment to grow stronger. To never think, to never question, rankled at him. And for no one else to ever feel slighted by the lack of reason from their Father, as if they were nothing more than mindless pawns to be ordered about? It went too far. 

Gabriel's cautioning to not let his anger continue to fester went unheeded, and the pent up rage sent him sailing towards rebellion.

Needed their help indeed. A snarl curled in his throat. They were nothing but objects to Him. He had never truly cared for any of them, just their use to His plan.

He wondered. Would Gabriel try to soothe him now, while he was shackled and bloody, voice raw from screaming? Would Azrael or Jophiel come to him? Tell him to beg Father’s forgiveness and go back to a life of servitude?

Anger gave way to despair. No. Father would never allow it. No one would ever come here. He would never be freed. This was his eternity to suffer alone, imprisoned. He would never again feel the wind under his feathers, the warmth of a burning star. He felt tears fall from his eyes as he mourned. 

[rootpatterson]

Come Out, Come Out, Wherever You Are!

Lucitober/Whumptober

Whumptober Day 5 Prompt: "Gunpoint"

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Trixie was running and she was afraid. 

Her heart pounded in her chest. Her feet hit the hard, smooth ground beneath her. Her heavy breathing echoed off the far away walls. She halted and whirled around to make sense of her surroundings, confused by the tall metal shelving reaching towards the ceiling above her. 

Officer Malcolm had picked her up from school and brought her here, to the room with the helicopter and the plane and the tall shelves filled with parts. Then Mommy showed up and told her to go and hide, and she had, even though she really didn't want to. The sound of her mother’s voice when she begged Trixie to hide had caused fear to spike through her tenfold. Her eyes roved the space in front of her. She was scared, really truly scared, in a way she never had been before. Malcolm had his own gun and both of mommy’s. Trixie was smart enough to know a bad situation when she was in one. 

She rounded the large white item to the right of the room, putting it between herself and danger. She watched her mother open the trunk of the car, then watched with horror as Malcolm smiled and pointed the gun at her mother. Every ounce of her strength was poured into staying put and not running back to her. Trixie dug her fingernails into her palms. There was nothing she could do to keep her mother or herself safe. Cold dread spread through her tiny frame like ice cold tendrils. They were going to die here.

The paper airplane that soared between Malcolm and her mom didn't seem real. But it gave her mom enough of a distraction to run away and hide herself. Lucifer’s voice rang out through the room. Trixie sighed and her shoulders relaxed. Lucifer was here. He was mommy's partner. He would help them. She watched as he taunted the bad man, walking to stand right in front of him despite the gun. Trixie couldn’t make out the words, but Lucifer didn’t seem worried about the danger, just amused. 

A flash and a loud bang reverberated through the room. 

She’d seen enough TV to know what happened, and Lucifer fell to the floor clutching his stomach. Malcolm crouched down next to him and held his hand out. Lucifer reached out slowly for whatever he was holding before the other man pulled his arm away. With the dread inside her growing, she watched Lucifer gasp for breath as Malcolm stood again and walked away from him while calling for her mother. 

Trixie knew she should run again, find a better place to hide, but the fear of being caught and shot too caused her feet to stay rooted to the spot. All she could focus on was Lucifer laying on the ground, a pool of blood spreading out wide underneath him. She thought she heard him call out for his dad, but she wasn’t sure between the sound of the shot ringing out and the pounding of her pulse in her ears. She watched as his jerking movements slowed and he went still. His eyes stayed open, staring at the ceiling.

With her hand over her mouth to stifle her sobs, her eyes overflowed. Huge, hot tears streamed down her face. But she couldn't look away, couldn't think about mommy, couldn't worry for herself. She couldn't look away from Lucifer. No, from his body.

Abruptly, Lucifer sat up with a gasp, and Trixie stared in shock as he took a few deep breaths. He was alive.

His head whipped around the hanger, searching for something. Trixie heard Malcolm, having grown tired of searching for her mom and unaware of Lucifer’s revival, begin calling out her name. She watched as Lucifer’s features set in anger and, almost like magic, two large white wings erupted into being behind him and his eyes blazed red. 

Trixie’s eyes widened as she stared at his beautiful wings. She knew he could do something cool with his eyes, but she hadn’t realized he had wings. They were amazing. Long, wide, and almost blindingly bright. Somewhere in the back of her head she wondered if her mom could see from where she was hiding from Malcolm. Lucifer began scanning the room with his eyes. They almost skipped right over her before he focused on her intently and they switched back to brown. She was still crying, but the tears were not flowing as hard as before. The frown he was wearing deepened.

From one blink to the next, he was gone, appearing right next to her hiding spot with a quiet flutter and the soft rush of air being displaced. He placed a finger to his lips with a cheeky grin, patting her head and wiping away a stray tear on her cheek. She was about to launch herself at him and trap him in a hug, to make sure he was really next to her and not actually laying still on the ground, when she saw movement in the corner of her eye. She tensed for a moment, thinking it was Malcolm following the light coming from Lucifer’s wings to find them. 

Instead she saw her mother sneaking toward her guns, trying to stay hidden from the man stalking her. Trixie looked back to Lucifer, fear flashing through her again. Lucifer was okay, but they were still in danger. He nodded at her, pointing wordlessly at the ground and then held up his hand mouthing, Stay here, urchin. She nodded back and he was gone. 

She peeked out just in time to see him land next to Malcolm, then punch the man hard in the face.

Right as Malcolm spun to face Lucifer again, her mother popped up from the floor and four shots rang out, the bullets barely missing the edge of Lucifer's wing as they sailed into the other man’s chest. Lucifer didn’t even flinch. 

Malcolm slumped to the ground, dropping his gun. Lucifer walked to stand over him. He smiled, twirling a big coin between his fingers before he flicked it up in the air over Malcolm. 

Malcolm stretched out for it desperately, but it disappeared in a flurry of sparks before he could reach it. His hands searched the ground around him and Lucifer crouched down beside him. He leaned in and said something to him, but Trixie was too far away and couldn’t hear. After a moment Malcolm slumped to the ground again as Lucifer smirked. Trixie sighed in relief. The danger was gone. The bad man was dead and she and her mom were safe. But for how long? 

Her mother was standing behind Lucifer, her gun still in her hands and her mouth hanging wide open. She hadn't moved when Malcolm finally stilled. She just stood there staring wide eyed at Lucifer's wings.

At Lucifer. Who was alive.

Trixie sped out from her hiding spot and launched herself at Lucifer's still crouching form with tears flowing anew from her eyes. 

"I didn't… you were… you DIED!" She wailed freely into his suit as he wrapped his arms around her in a tight embrace. He was shaking slightly, but he shushed her, rubbing her back and stroking her hair.

"I'm quite all right, Urchin. No need to fret! I'm good as new. See?" He eased her head off of his chest and fluttered his wings with a wide smile that didn't reach his eyes. Tears continued streaming down her face, but she nodded at him before finally sparing a glance at her mother. She was still staring, her eyes wider with fear as they flicked between her daughter and her partner. 

"Mommy…" Trixie started slowly and Lucifer tensed slightly, as if just then remembering her mom was there and his wings were out. His arms loosened as he prepared to move away from her, but Trixie just gripped him tighter. "It's okay. We're okay." 

Her mother took one step forward, then another and another, until she was standing just a few feet away. She didn't come any closer.

"He's always told us the truth, Mommy. Lucifer would never hurt us. You don't have to be afraid." She reached a small hand out to reassure her, but didn't make a move to get away from the angel clutching her to him. 

"Trixie… He's the Devil." She didn't look at her partner now, only stared at her daughter with confusion painting her tear stained face.

"Not to me, Mommy. He saved us. He stood up for me to Janice… He's my friend." She looked at Lucifer and smiled while placing her other hand, the one not held out to her mom, on his cheek. 

It seemed that was all it took to convince her mother. She holstered her gun and closed the last few steps to the pair crouched on the ground. Dropping to her knees, she took her daughter's hand and the little girl pulled her into their embrace as her mother began to sob. 

"Thank you, Lucifer. For saving us from the bad guy." Her hand slipped from his face to his collar, clutching it tightly with her small fingers, and her eyes grew heavy. "And for coming back."

"I would storm the gates of Heaven or tear apart Hell to protect the two of you, urchin. Never doubt that." He hugged them tighter, and Trixie knew he wasn't lying. 

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When Trixie's eyes opened, she was in her room, safely tucked into bed. Her pillow and face were soaked with tears. Her Malcolm nightmares. Though less frequent recently, they had taken many forms over the years. This wasn't the first time the dream had changed to include Lucifer with his wings and red eyes. She had never seen his wings, but Maze told her about them once, and ever since then they made frequent cameos in her dreams.

She dreamt about him many times after he left a few months ago. Sometimes he saved her or her mom, sometimes they were just spending time together again like they used to. Each one left her with an ache in her chest. She missed him, missed seeing her mother smile and laugh with life in her eyes. 

Mom said he had to go back home. That he didn't have cell service or internet there, so she couldn't talk to him when she wanted to or just needed someone to talk to. But Trixie knew what Lucifer was. Knew who he was. She knew what Mom meant when she said home; that he had gone back to Hell and she would likely never see her friend again. 

She began to cry again, in earnest, huge sobs racking her slender frame. She tried stifling the noise, hoping not to wake her mom. It didn't do any good, she had already heard her, because a moment later her door opened and her mother slipped into bed next to her. 

She shushed her daughter quietly and stroked her hair. "It's okay, monkey. I'm here. Did you have a nightmare?" 

"Sort of… Not really. It was Malcolm again bu- but…" Another sob racked through her and her mom wrapped her in her arms. "Lucifer saved us again, but it was different this time. He had glowing red eyes, and big white wings." 

She felt her mother tense up. Trixie knew it was because she didn't want to admit that Lucifer was actually an angel and not just a magician.  

"I miss him, Mommy. I miss him so much." She cried some more and clutched at her mother's back. Trixie could feel the shaky rise and fall of her mom's chest under her cheek and instantly regretted making her mom sad. She seemed to be doing that a lot lately. 

"I know you do, monkey. I… I miss him, too."

They stayed that way, wrapped in each others arms, until they both fell asleep again. 

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Inktober / Lucitober day 2 - Reckless

Screw the theme I couldn’t come up with anything so I drew this instead ⛄️

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Inktober / Lucitober Day 5 - Lux

This is rushed because I am tired 💤

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Late post

Lucitober Day 7 & Day 8

"Deckerstar" & "Trixie"

I stop do Lucitober after Day 8 but i will do the Day 30 because many that look foward for me to draw the Day 30

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(Very late) Inktober / Lucitober Day 3 - Dan

It’s the douche day 3! 😂 but I was busy & I want to draw him as good as possible since it’s my first drawing of him . Sorry for being late💦💦💦

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Day 4 of #Inktober Lucifer Edition

This time by accident because i sleepy,i mixed up with official Inktober list so only for this day i follow official Inktober day 4 "Freeze"

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Day 6 of Inktober Lucifer Edition

"Friendship"

Enjoy

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Day 5 of #Inktober Lucifer Edition

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"LUX"

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Yeah i use LUX's Soap instead use LUX nightclub