Description: These common white sterile walls just became a bit brighter, thanks to the Devil.
Rating: G
Warnings: None
AN: A request from a friend of a friend! Hope you feel better soon, darling! Hospitals ain't no fun! Hopefully this 'lil Lucifer fic helps you out! PS: Sorry it’s so late!!!
Request: “...something fluffy, like the reader is in the hospital and she basically lives there because of a long term illness...Lucifer comes into her room by mistake once, while looking for Chloe’s room...he looks around and sees personal items in reader’s room and realizes she’s been there for quite a while, alone, her family isn’t great, and to her surprise he starts coming everyday. He brings her little gifts and sneaks in her favorite food, and basically he just makes her feel like someone cares about, but he learns that her own family doesn’t even come to see her.”
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Lucifer strolls through the hospital doors with a large bouquet of various flowers and a confident smile on his face. He feels...good. He's never had a feeling like this before, though he supposes saving a human life would be fairly different than any erratic drug or sex. This is a soul after all, and he's just so used to torturing and using souls.
He strolls down the halls and opens the door he was looking for--
And stops.
He's not in the Detective's room, that's for sure. Her room is a plain old boring hospital room. The room he's currently standing in the doorframe of almost looks like a normal bedroom.
The patient of the room looks up from their position on a large bean bag. She cocks an eyebrow up and marks the page she left on in her book with her finger:
"Wrong room?"
"Uh…" Lucifer is baffled for a quick moment before regaining his composure, "Yes! Terribly sorry!"
The patient smiles and returns to her book, which Lucifer takes as his leave. The next room he opens is the correct one this time. He places his superior flowers with the rest of the others, then sits in the uncomfortable metal chair next to the Detective's bed side.
Lucifer watches the Detective's peaceful sleeping face, thinking back on the short time they spent together. Soon the Detective stirs awake, the two have a short talk, and Lucifer leaves before catching a serious case of IBS at the family scene playing before him.
Before leaving the hospital he stops for a minute in front of the mysterious patient's room that he intruded upon. He peeks through the slightly open blinds, taking in once more a room that looks more like a well lived in bedroom than a hospital room. He spots the patient now on her bed, sleeping. Peaceful...but…
"Hmm…"
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Three days later
You sit at your mini dining table, eating a hearty breakfast while watching some game show entertainment. Your hospital door opens while in the middle of a bite. You look up and stop chewing at the sight of the same strange man that opened your door by mistake a few days ago.
"Lost again, pal?" You ask after swallowing. Your face has an amused look again like before.
"No. I'm here to see you, in fact." The British man smiles, holding a similar looking bouquet as he had days ago.
"Um," You're not sure what to think, "Why?"
The man huffs a laugh before strolling into the room, shutting the door behind him, "You've been on my mind for the past couple days, darling. Curiosity catches the Devil."
He places his flowers on top of a small dresser of yours nearest the window, then comes to stand next to you. He holds out his hand and smiles down at you, "Lucifer Morningstar, a pleasure."
You shake his warm hand with a smile of your own and introduce yourself. You motion to the chair across from you and he sits, "So, why is lil old me on your mind Mr. Morningstar?"
"Lucifer is fine, darling." He folds his hands together on your little eating table, "I've never seen a hospital room look like a bedroom before. Makes me think that you've been here for quite a while, and that's such a shame for such a beautiful young woman."
You sigh, like this is some kind of usual nuance for you, "Alright. Just tell me what article you're for and I'll answer your questions."
"Pardon?" Lucifer asks, confused.
"Your article?" You say pointedly, "Or whichever company my adoptive parents are trying to get in the good graces with?" When Lucifer continues to look at you puzzled, you stare at him quizzically, "That...is why you're really here isn't it? No one just decides to talk to some random hospital patient for fun."
"Well, I'm definitely not no one. I'm the Devil. Completely different spectrum."
"Uh huh...ok...totally not weird at all," you say skeptically, "So, why are you here, Lucifer?"
"Like I said before, curiosity. Is that...all right?"
You stare him in the eyes, and the man looks genuine enough. Weird, but genuine.
"Sure, I guess. Not like I'm doing anything else."
"Wonderful!" Lucifer's face instantly brightens up, and you can't help but notice his excitement and joy is contagious, "So, tell me about yourself darling, and I'll do the same!"
So, talk and talk you two did. All the way until visiting hours were long since over, and he was here in the morning!
You give him your background, a sad sap of a story. You're an abandoned baby. Left on the doorsteps of an orphanage. No information on your real parents or family. As you grew up the caretakers noticed how often you'd get sick, and how easy it was for you to get hurt. After many tests you're diagnosed with numerous things, causing a very weak immune system and fragile bones. Your caretakers believed no one would take you and you'd be stuck at the home forever. Fortunately for them, a rich couple came by and took pity on you. You thought you'd actually get a family, but that wasn't the case. This couple took you in to further increase their financing in their businesses and lives by using you as a charity. They taught you how to act and talk for the cameras and reporters, and you picked up on it quickly.
Yeah, it wasn't the best kind of life. You didn't have a normal family, but at least you were alive. The loneliness sucked at times, but you figured that's a small price to pay for staying alive and having some kind of life. It's not like your rich parents didn't do anything with you. They cared, just...not in the normal sense.
Lucifer gave you his story too. His insane story. God, angels, wars, becoming the Devil. You were starting to think he was some preacher, who just really believed. But you humored him, for he and his stories were incredibly entertaining. And who knows, maybe it was all real.
Suffice to say after that first day together, you two became fast friends and Lucifer became a very frequent visitor. Sneaking in a variety of your favorite things, some...illegal things, and even just sneaking you out for a night on the town.
@ariannadi - Yes true! There likely will be a Turian :3
@angrykittybarbarian - Sad but true, I think you’re right; they wouldn’t want to take in any kids that they wouldn’t be able to fully support. Depends on circumstances of course, but agreed!
@kaybirdie512 - Haha! I don’t know that it would be a conscious goal but it’s something to think about!
@raifestrykar - This is very much my thoughts as well. Especially having lost Alec in such a traumatizing way, Aria would likely adopt any child who’d been orphaned by Kett etc. without a second thought. Good insight!
@theladyw - Yes true, it would definitely affect the Angara most in the current world. The first Angara they adopt, for instance, is orphaned by a Kett attack on Voeld not very long after he’s born; they would definitely be open to taking in the children left parent-less by the war. So the majority will probably end up being Angara.
@azookiex3 - Hey you never know! I haven’t figured out if I’m going to include the other Ark showing up in the fic or not but it’s something to think about!
Thank you so much for all the feedback guys ♥ And if anyone thinks of anything else please let me know! Always open to hearing from you guys ♥
A Devil’s Love [Lucifer & F!Reader OC]
Chapter 1: All Bad Things, I Promise
Chapter 2: Show Me All I Don’t Know
Chapter 3: It’s Not A Date
Chapter 4: I Shall Be Your Nurse
Chapter 5: Goodnight
Chapter 6: I Believe In You
Chapter 7: Hurt You
Chapter 8: Shoot Me Stab Me
Chapter 9: Can You Hear Me?
Lucifer [Netflix]
What A Trick! What A Treat! - Lucifer Cast
I’m Sorry - Angst, F!Reader
Porcelain Doll - Angst/fluff, F!Reader
Confidence - Devil face love, F!Reader
Devil Caretaker - Angst/fluff, F!Reader
Let Me Show You My Love - Smut, F!Reader
Dragon Age
Braiding - Fluff, Scout Harding & Leros Lavellan
Dark Ritual - Request friend’s OC
Updated chapters 1 to 9 of my fic "A Devil's Love" will be up by Monday 7/27! After a long hiatus I'm finally starting chapter 10 [thx S5 trailer!]. Sorry for the wait!
I'll also make sure to work on every single request as soon as I'm done chapter 10 of ADL!
“A Devil’s Love” Chapter 1: All Bad Things, I Promise
Description: Chloe's best friend is back, and Lucifer's charm can't seem to affect her either. Is she also a miracle child? Or something...more? [Story starts during S2 Ep4, Female Reader Insert]
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AN: Updated March 14, 2020 - Grammar
AN: Updated July 14, 2020 - Grammar
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Show Timeline: Season 2 episode 4
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“Ladies and Gentlemen! We have arrived at our destination at the Los Angeles International Airport. We hope you enjoyed your flight and hope you ride with us again!” A smack to your chest wakes you from a deep slumber.
“Ms. Earth! We've landed. Can we please hurry off this plane?” your assistant, Alice Green, pleads to you.
“Geez, Ali,” you groan while stretching in your very comfy first-class seat, “The whole reason I got us first class was so you'd be more comfortable.”
“Over 6 hours, Ms.”
You yawn, “Alright, alright. Let's get off. I'm eager to go too, actually.” You give Alice the shooing motion and she's more than happy to oblige.
After grabbing your luggage from the always too fast conveyor belt, you treat Alice to the most elegant airport food you can imagine: McDonald's. As she went to town on her banquet you call a cab to pick you up in thirty minutes, then stare at a blank text message screen.
“You ok?” Alice asks after swallowing a mouth full of chicken nuggets.
“You know, it amazes me how you can eat like a potbelly pig and still be a size three,” Alice raises an eyebrow at you while stuffing more in her mouth. You sigh, “Should I text her now? Or just surprise her at work?”
“You've told me before that she usually doesn't like to be interrupted when on duty.”
“Yeah, you're right.” You start to form a devilish grin on your face and place your phone back in your purse, “Her job it is then!”
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“Seriously, Detective! Name three friends you could have drinks with right now,” Lucifer Morningstar pokes at Detective Chloe Decker.
“Well, I can't name three,” replies Chloe rolling her eyes, “I can name one, but she's on the other side of the country.” She pulls the car up to the crime scene and parks.
“Wait, you actually have a friend?” Lucifer smiles cockily. Chloe gives him an annoyance stare then gets out of the car, walking quickly inside the crime circle.
“Well, you need to make more friends! Especially since now I know it seems you're capable of doing so." Lucifer, very easily with his long legs, strides right next to her, “Stress is a terrible ager, Detective. Go to a bar, get drunk, and talk about your woes to the patrons! I promise it'll make you feel better.”
“Talk about my impending divorce and possible homelessness with an eight-year-old daughter to complete strangers? Yeah. Sounds super relaxing.”
“Doesn't it?” Lucifer smiles that grin again and Chloe responds with a pissed-off expression. Thankfully, Detective Dan Espinoza cuts in with the crime details.
“We've got a young female. COD unknown.” Dan looks back and forth between Lucifer and Chloe before settling on her.
“ID?”
“None,” Dan says with a sigh, “No personal belongings. Only thing of note is a triangular ink stamp on the inside of her wrist.”
“Oh wait, I think I can actually help here!” Lucifer stops the men carrying the woman's body and points to the stamp, “This is a very common thing you'd see at a nightclub. You know,” Lucifer looks at Chloe and raises his brows, “where people go to have fun.”
“And then get killed. Yeah, mhm.” Chloe shakes her head at her partner.
“Well, that part usually doesn't happen.” Lucifer pulls his phone out, all attention now on the tiny device.
“We did find an abandoned vehicle registered as an Uber.” Dan steps in, “No driver.”
Chloe nods in thought, then grabs Lucifer's phone and starts searching, “I was searching safe nightclubs for you Detective! Other than my own, of course.”
“Uber IDs are usually linked to the driver's phone,” Chloe says, ignoring Lucifer, “not the car, and now we've got his number...Looks like our guy is on the corner of Crescent & Third.”
“Impressive.” Lucifer smiles down at his partner.
“Yeah, it's called police work,” Chloe replies, hiding a smile as she hands him back his phone.
Lucifer places the phone in front of his mouth, “Let's solve a murder!” “I can assist you with that.” “Ha! You have to love these things!”
“Lucifer-” but before Chloe could scold him one of the K9s on scene starts to bark. The three of them look over in that direction and see an officer having trouble controlling the dog.
“I thought those things were supposed to be trained.” Lucifer cringes.
“That's Buster. Just turned a year old and still training.” Dan answers. The poor officer can't control Buster any longer, and the dog snaps free and runs to an approaching party.
“Oh my-” Chloe's eyes go wide.
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“Well hey there little guy!” You smile as Buster jumps on you and licks your face. Alice smiles and softly laughs, “You completely ruined my cover, dude! I was planning on sneaking up on my old BFF.” Buster whines softly, “Aw, it's not a problem bud. Now go back to your officer.” You point towards the officer, who looks completely embarrassed, and Buster follows your command.
You look to Chloe, smile and wave, “Hey Chlo-Chlo! Long time no see, huh?”
“Earth?!” Chloe gets the biggest smile on her face and rushes over to you. The two of you have what looks to be the biggest, and tightest, hug in the world.
“Well I'll be damned,” Dan says softly, then smiles and walks towards the trio of women. Leaving behind a very confused Devil.
“What are you doing here, Earth?!” Chloe smiles and holds onto your hands.
“Business over in New York is in good hands now. So I figured, why not open up a vet on the other side of the country too?” You smile and squeeze Chloe's hands, “Plus I get to be back home, work on my K9s again, oh yeah! And be with my BFF.” Chloe smiles and embraces you once more.
“Hey, Earth,” Dan comes up and holds out his hand, “It's good to see you back.”
“Daniel,” you accept his handshake and respond coolly, “You're lucky you brought Trixie into the world. Otherwise, I'd be living up to the threat I gave you at the wedding.”
“Yeah…”
Lucifer coughs.
“Oh, right,” Chloe composes herself, “Earth, this is Lucifer Morningstar the LAPD civilian consultant.”
“And her partner,” Lucifer smiles at you and holds out his hand.
“Ah, so you're the weirdo who thinks he's the Devil!” You smile back and accept his handshake, “Chloe's told me a lot about you. All bad things, I promise.”
“Is that so?” Lucifer's smile grows, “Well I wish I could say the same about you my dear, but I'm afraid the Detective has never mentioned you. Well,” Lucifer side glances to Chloe, “not until the ride over here.”
“Perfect timing then,” you reply, “and I'm not surprised she hasn't talked about me. She's very hush-hush about her childhood.”
“Yes, I've noticed that.”
“Earth!” Chloe eagerly moves the conversation in another direction, “Who's your friend?”
“This is my rising prodigy and assistant, Alice Green!” You properly introduce her to everyone.
“It's nice to meet you all!” Alice shakes everyone's hand, lingering longer on Lucifer.
“Nice to meet you too, darling.” Lucifer smiles seductively at your assistant, and you can see her blush.
“So!” You clap your hands together loudly, knocking Alice out of her daze, “I just came to say I'm back. Go on, go back to your investigation.” You make the shooing motion once more, “We're going to head to our hotel and get some rest. Going back in time is sooo draining. Text me when you're done and free to hang out, Chloe!” You wave your goodbyes then push Alice back to the cab.
“Well, Detective,” Lucifer smiles down at her, “Looks like you've got no excuse now not to go have fun.”
“Looks like it.” Chloe smiles back.
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The music's popping in Lux. People dancing, talking, and making-out all around the place. Everyone looks to be having the time of their life.
All except for a certain Detective who has yet to de-stress.
“...there was tissue damage to Daria's stomach lining caused by liquid nitrogen, the stuff that makes those fancy cocktails smoke. It's probably how she ingested the poison-”
“Amazing work as always Detective,” Lucifer interrupts her, “but you just made my trio sha-bang run away.” Lucifer looks longingly at the trio of beautiful women who are no longer in his arms.
“Second,” Chloe continues like she hasn't even heard him, “I assumed that Daria was at a club on Gower and we found an abandoned building on the corner. The place looked like it had a party recently.” Chloe moves over to one of the small tables by the bar as she talks, looking over the paperwork.
“Fascinating,” Lucifer says sarcastically, following her.
“I was wondering if you could make some phone calls to help me out?” Chloe looks to Lucifer, “You know, since you seem to have your fingers on the pulse.”
“I'd much rather be pulsing-”
“I know that hood.” Mazikeen Smith, Lucifer's demon bodyguard, was listening in from the bar, “There's a great tiki bar across the street from that building. I know the bartender.” Maze downs her drink.
“I'm not surprised.” Chloe shakes her head.
“Let's go have a drink there. Ask about the dead girls.” Maze pushes.
“That sounds like a very good lead, Detective!” Lucifer's smile practically covers his entire face.
“Did I just hear you guys talk about that tiki bar on Gower?” Ella Lopez, an LAPD forensic scientist, comes back from dehydrating in the bathroom, “I love their pina coladas!”
“See that Detective?” Lucifer smiles at Chloe as he takes a swing of a drink a waiter just gave him, “Why don't you text that lovely friend of yours too?”
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“Got to say, I'm surprised you guys didn't realize that this was Chloe's idea of a ‘girls night'.” You sit next to Maze and Ella, who Chloe briefly introduced you to before she ran off to ask questions of the patrons about her case.
Maze's eye roll was practically a growl, and Ella just smiles and shrugs her shoulders while she finishes her second pina colada.
“Well, I did manage to gain some new info.” Chloe finally returns to the bar and sits next to you. She opens up her case file and starts to go through the papers again, “The bartender said something was going on in that building. I put a call in for a warrant to the judge. Just waiting to hear back.”
“Great,” Maze forces a smile and shoves Chloe's abandoned drink into her hand, “have a drink!”
“Uh, no. I think I'm going to call it a night,” Chloe starts to pack up her paperwork, but you grab her left wrist to stop her.
“But I just got here!”
“Sorry, Earth...look we can-”
“Hey ladies.” Dr. Linda Martin, the Devil's therapist, gives a concerned smile as she sits next to Chloe.
“Linda?” Chloe looks shocked, “What are you doing here?”
“Maze texted me saying it's girls night.” Chloe looks over at Maze who just shrugs and motions again to the abandoned drink.
“Sorry Linda, but-”
“Oh no no no, now I'm stepping in!” You snap and Chloe looks at you, “Look Chloe, you've done all you can for tonight, and I know you've got a lot on your mind right now. Your weird partner is right.” You put a hand on Chloe's shoulder and squeeze, “You need to have fun and relax.”
“I agree.” Linda nods and you two formally introduce each other while Maze and Ella both share their agreement. Defeated, Chloe sighs, sits down, and slowly starts to sip her drink.
For a first night out since being back in LA, you aren't surprised that it turned into a bar fight. First it started slow, with the group sharing something about themselves or what was on their mind, and that seemed to make Chloe more comfortable. Then two drinks became four, and you find yourself singing terrible karaoke with the girls even though you only drank water. Maze tried to make you drink and you responded with, “You're here to get Chloe drunk, not me. I saw that phone picture to him.” Which seemed to shut her up, but she glared at you the rest of the night.
The fight broke loose when the detective in Chloe came back in full force. She noticed some slum of a guy with the same triangular stamp on the wrist and brought him over to question with Ella. Then, the slum's girlfriend comes up and just punches Chloe. You and Maze didn't stand for that and started fighting the people in the bar, while Linda hid under the bar table and Ella splashed water on people. When everything finally calmed down Maze stopped glaring at you and instead gave you a look of approval for your fighting skills.
Chloe got even more info on her case from the slum. He said the place he got the stamp was a sex club party that always moves to different places each night.
As the group dispersed, Chloe stopped you and said she will text you to meet at her mom's when she's officially over with the case.
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“I can't believe it was all a setup!” Chloe complains while she pours you and her a glass of water. You take a sip of the water and continue to listen to her ranting, “‘You need to go make friends, Detective’,” Chloe mocks Lucifer's voice, “‘Go get drunk and forget about your woes’,” Chloe sighs and slumps into the couch next to you, “Now, thanks to that drunkenness, I'm going to have Maze as a roommate.”
“I don't think it's so bad.”
“You've only known Maze for a night, and you can basically grasp her personality from that.”
“Aw, come on Chlo!” You nudge her leg with your own, “Yeah she seems kind of...scary, but she's an amazing fighter. Good protection for you and Trixie,” you take another sip of water, “and besides,” you wrap an arm around Chloe's shoulder, “Lucifer may have set it up, but you did have fun and de-stressed right?”
Chloe sighs and lays her head on your shoulder, “Yeah, I did.”
“See?” You smile and rest your head on hers, “And now you have a good group of girls to have drinks with on your own. You know…” You swirl your water in the glass, “I was scared when you told me about your new partner. I thought, ‘How could a guy who calls himself the Devil be good for my Chlo?’” You sit up and look Chloe in the eyes, “But I think...he's actually a good guy. A nice guy.”
“Yeah,” Chloe smiles warmly at you, “he is.”
“Good.” You cough, “So,” you place your water on the coffee table, “is it more than just partnership?” You wiggle your eyebrows.
Chloe laughs at you and smacks your arm, “No! Absolutely not!” You both have a good laugh before settling down.
You two talk for an hour before Chloe informs you she has to go pick up Trixie from school. You both say your goodbyes at the door, but Chloe stops you:
“Hey, Earth?” She looks and sounds concerned.
“Yeah?” You look back at her through the doorway.
“You sure you'll be alright coming back here? I mean…”
“Don't worry, Chloe." You give her a reassuring smile, “I've dealt with my demons.”
“Okay, good, but you know if you ever need someone to talk to come to me.” Chloe smiles then looks like a light bulb clicked on in her head, “Or if you need a new therapist, I do recommend Linda. It may not seem like she's good since she's his therapist and he still insists on being the ‘Devil’, but she has helped Lucifer with other problems.”
“Thanks, Chlo. I'll think about it.” You smile and wave before you head to your rental and she to her own car.
“Yeah,” you say to yourself as you start up the engine, “it's good to be back.”
Description: Chloe’s best friend is back, and Lucifer’s charm can’t seem to affect her either. Is she also a miracle child? Or something…more? [Story starts during S2 Ep4, Female Reader Insert]
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AN: For those of you who read the Lucifer comics, in about 10 seconds you may be able to figure out where I'm getting ideas for Earth's background! *cheekydevilface* But don't spoil it for everyone! To those who haven't read the comics: please do. Then watch the tv series again. You'll love all the easter eggs.
AN: Updated July 25, 2020 - Grammar, Major story change
Rating: Teen
Warning[s]: Swearing, Torture
Show Timeline: Season 2 after episode 15
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It's about that time. You can move your back again and when that happens, even just the smallest movement, punishment begins once more.
You lay on your dirty bed face first. It's faint now since they've been torn from you, but you can hear the Discarded coming down the hall. Slowly making their way to your door.
You slowly come to a sitting position. Legs hanging over, palms gripping the mattress, and a death stare at the door.
The heavy steel door opens and you're greeted with a small army of Discarded lead by the only other being alive besides you and Father.
"Please d...don't fight." The brown-haired boy steps into your room. A couple of the Discarded come in as well.
You grip the mattress tighter, "You always ask that. You should know what my answer is by now."
The boy sighs and moves his shoulders back. His wings come out and spread to their full length. He pulls out a familiar syringe.
You slowly open your eyes. This wasn't your old home of steel walls and chains. You're in what looks to be a jail cell, but with bars all around. You slowly lift your head, the pain from multiple hits causing you to blackout for a second. You move your body to carefully sit on the bed. Looking around, you see that the cell is placed in the center of a room. Like an animal's circus cage, put on display for all to see.
"Bout time you woke up." The voice startles you. You whip your head around, big mistake, and see a man sitting in front of your cell.
Despite your body's warnings, you lunge at the man, but that's when you realize your hands and ankles are bound by heavy chains.
"Hm, interesting…" the man says to himself. You squint to get a better look at him, but he positioned his seat to cover his top half in the room's shadow. All you can see is the man's expensive and lavish looking shoes, pants, and a heavy coat. He's also holding a cane on his right. You're not entirely sure, but the cane's top looks like a type of whale.
"Who are you?" You ask. Your voice is incredibly gruff and dry.
The man doesn't answer. He instead waves his free hand up and you hear a click to your right. Looking, you see the cell's door open and a man comes in. He's holding a glass of water and a plate with bread.
"Don't be stupid." The new stranger says.
Does he even realize he left the door open?
You run as fast as you can towards the opening, which was still pretty fast considering the situation your ankles are in, but you stop just short of freedom when a shocking sensation courses through your body. You scream and fall. Managing to keep your eyes open, you see that the bounds on your wrists and ankles are electric. When the pain stops you can see the man in the seat has a remote control.
Oh yeah. He knew.
"Told you. You all are always stupid." The stranger in your cell drags you back to your bed, "At least ya didn't hit me. Yous people usually hit me and ruin your dinner."
"A cop has a much better mindset than the usual ones I get hired to take. Sure it helps too that this one has been through something like this before." Says the sitting man, who you figure is the boss.
The man in your cell places the water and plate down on the floor in front of you. He then walks away and locks the cell door behind him, "That why you told 'im you need more money? Cause she'd be a feisty one?"
The boss doesn't answer. He lifts his hand in the same motion as before and you watch the stranger exit through a door behind his boss.
The boss crosses his legs, "I suggest you drink some water. It would be a shame to ruin your voice with all the questions you're about to ask."
You just stare at the shadowed man.
He sighs, "None of the water or food you receive will be poisoned. I wouldn't be as rich as I am if I let my captures die on me. Bad business practice that is."
You slowly pick up the cup and down its contents, keeping an eye trained on where you believe the man's eyes to be.
"Better now?" He asks after you put the cup back on the floor.
You stand up and shuffle over to him. You sit in front of the bars to be as face to face as possible. Unfortunately, you still can't make out any facial features.
"Who the fuck are you?" You hiss.
"Yes, I do suppose you were expecting someone else, but fear not little doe." The boss leans in so you can see his top half, but he keeps his head in the dark, "Your father shall have you back soon enough."
"Who are you?!" You yell. You grip the bars and shake your chains violently, "Are you with him?! Are you-"
"Hush down, doe." He leans back into the chair, "I am not a direct accomplice to your father. Never even met him. He just hired me to capture you."
"I am called The Kidnapper. America's most infamous person at making people disappear. I am a simple businessman, that's all. Nothing extra special than that. Can't say the same for you though."
Your head begins to pound again. You remove one hand from a bar to grip your head.
"Though I will be asking him if I can keep those fancy chains and the formula for that shot. Especially if I'm now going to be capturing you folk more."
"Stop…" you grit your teeth. The pain is becoming unbearable to the point where your nails start puncturing your head, "What…"
"Poor confused little doe." The Kidnapper tisks and stands, "You will remain here for one week. That is when the LAPD will consider your case cold and stop actively searching for you. That is also when you shall be dropped off to him."
No. Please…
"They'll find me…" you manage out. You squint up at The Kidnapper. He's silhouetted by the light from the open door, "They'll always be looking for me."
An entourage of LAPD forces flood your home. Brighter lighting is set up in every dark corner. Ella and extra forensic workers are flashing their cameras constantly. Dan and other detectives inspect every nook and cranny of your place. Maze watches paramedics try to awaken Alice, who they moved onto the couch.
And Chloe, with all her might, is trying to not freak out about her BFF being kidnapped and her partner being completely out of it.
Lucifer hasn't moved an inch since they came. He still stands on your balcony. Hands still gripping the railing. He keeps his head held high. He stares at the night sky with burning eyes. His mind filling up with awful, monstrous thoughts.
He doesn't even budge when he hears Alice finally come to, but he does listen in:
"How are you feeling ma'am?" A female paramedic asks.
"Groggy." With the help of the paramedics, Alice rises to a sitting position, "Scared."
Lucifer turns his head.
"I don't want to bother you as soon as you wake up, Alice, but…" Chloe starts.
"No, it's completely alright." Alice moves so her legs are over the front and she sits straight, "We need to find Earth as soon as possible."
"Agreed." Chloe nods. Maze goes around Alice. Lucifer moves to lean against the frame of the balcony door.
"From what I could see everything looked completely normal in Earth's place." Alice begins as the paramedics look her over, "I go to the coat closet and notice the door slightly ajar. Right when I was about to call Earth a man came out."
"Did you happen to get a good look at him?" Chloe asks.
Alice shakes her head and looks disappointed, "No. He, and all the men that came out, were dressed in all black. The only part of their bodies that you could see were their eyes. Everything else was covered."
"Sounds professional." Dan comments.
"Sounds like they know better than to get hair or skin particles on anything," Ella says from the floor of your bedroom.
"But right before I fell I managed to scratch one in the eye! Look-" Alice raises her hand, then looks shocked. She brings her hand to her face to inspect her fingers.
"They...they washed my hands!" She yells.
"What?" Chloe asks, disbelief in her tone.
"Yes! Even under my nails!" Alice's eyes start to water.
"They also got rid of their shoe prints in the dirt of the plants," Dan says.
"And there won't be any prints since their hands were covered." Maze says, pissed.
"Damn it." Chloe hisses.
"This situation sounds familiar." Everyone, including Lucifer, looks up and sees Agent Monroe entering your apartment.
"Familiar?" Chloe questions.
"Throughout the years all around the country, there have been attacks like this." Monroe says as he walks to the group, "Usually the victim's place remains intact, but from the descriptions of these men and how no leads are found adds up."
"Who are these guys?" Alice asks.
Monroe looks at her, "They work for the-"
"The Kidnapper." Lucifer finally speaks, and it seems to startle the group. They all turn to him wide-eyed, then back to Monroe.
Monroe nods, "Yes."
"I've heard the stories, but doubt they were true. I just figured the 'missing' person simply didn't want to be found." Chloe looks between the two men.
"That's how the case gets closed after a time of no leads." Monroe replies, "But no, Detective Decker. Most of those 'mysterious' kidnappings are The Kidnappers doing."
"So, what happens now?" Dan asks.
"Now we continue scavenging this apartment from top to bottom, corner to corner, crack to crack." Monroe answers, "We'll still take a sample from underneath Ms. Alice's nail, despite them cleaning it, and we'll stare at the dirt on the balcony until we're positive we can't spot a print."
"Hey! I may have something!" Ella yells on the floor. When she looks up she notices that she's next to Lucifer's foot, "Good thing you didn't step this way, big guy!" She says looking up at him.
"Oh?" Lucifer says. He moves out of her way and the rest of the group, except for Alice, surrounds her.
Ella flashes a bright light on a spot on the floor, "Looks like I got a tiny bit of blood here! Still looks fresh too! And-" she takes her tweezers and lifts something from the ground. It's incredibly thin, almost impossible to see, but of course, Ella Lopez finds it.
"Is that-"
"Yup! A needle!" Ella interrupts Chloe excitedly, "No vial attached, but I'm hoping there's still some juice in it."
"Excellent finds Ms. Lopez." Monroe praises.
"Do we have a time limit?" Chloe asks Monroe.
"I'd say we have a week. That seems to be The Kidnapper’s favorite time length."
"Then let's get bloody started already!" Lucifer says. He pushes through the crowd and leaves your apartment. Chloe follows him and Dan, Maze, and Ella (with possible leads bagged) follow soon after. Monroe stays a while longer to help the other detectives and scientists find any more clues.
"You're still mad at me." You said with a mouth full of pizza.
Your apartment was quiet save for the chewing of good pizza and the tv. Lucifer hadn't said a word since you asked what pizza he'd like. While he ate he just stared blankly ahead of him.
Your words finally got him out of that daze, "I'm not mad at you, darling."
"Then what's with the silent treatment?" You took another bite, "You always talk."
"Just pondering is all."
"About?"
"Who you're so scared of."
You sighed and leaned back on your couch, trying your best to sink into it.
Lucifer set his plate down on the coffee table and turned towards you, "Darling, I have hundreds of resources at my beck and call. Whoever is causing you fear I can take care of."
"You sound like the Godfather." You tried to joke. Lucifer didn't laugh though. He looked serious.
You sank further in. After moments of silence you caved, just a bit, "Lucifer, when I tell people they become leverage against me. Only Alice and Damien, who runs my NY clinic for me, know the whole truth. Chloe barely knows anything, but I'm afraid that because of my closeness to her she'll end up like-"
You stopped. Too much information.
You finally looked at him, "I don't want more people hurt."
"Better than a Godfather, I'm the Devil." You huffed and started to turn away from him, but Lucifer gently pulled you out of your hole and held your hands, "I hate to say it, but besides my Father and brother no one can really harm me."
"Amenadiel?"
Lucifer chuckled, "Absolutely not! I was talking about Michael. But-"
"How many siblings do you have?" You asked with a raised brow.
"Too many, though...one less." You saw that quick emotion of regret cross his eyes before he returned to normal, "K9 the point is, I can and want to help you. The fact that someone has this hold over you makes my blood boil."
"Why?"
"I…" Lucifer looked down at your joined hands. He squeezed them, then gently rubbed his thumbs on your palm, "I don't know." He looked back up to you, "Please, darling."
You looked at him. That strange feeling in your chest grew, making you want to spill everything to him and cry.
But you can't.
You squeezed his hands then pushed them, him, away, "I can't, Lucifer." You said with a regretful smile, "I'm sorry."
The defeat from his eyes and body made you hate yourself, but this was for the best.
"I...can tell you the other reason I left. Chloe knows this one, as well as everyone else."
Lucifer leans against his glass railing, looking at the LA sunset while lost in the memory. He takes one long huff of his cigarette and slowly blows it out.
"Hey." Chloe comes up behind him and leans with him.
"Detective." He says distantly.
"You ok?" She asks. Worry clear in her voice and eyes.
"Depends." He says and flicks the ashes off the bud. He watches the particles fall to the street, "Any news?"
Chloe looks at the sunset. With a sigh, she says, "No. The lab is still trying to get DNA from that little blood sample."
Chloe watches him take another long drag of his cigarette. She sighs and goes to leave him. No sense in trying to talk to him when he's in this kind of mood.
"Detective."
Chloe turns around and looks at Lucifer's back. Surprised, she says, "Yeah?"
"Do you know why K9 left?" He asks the sun.
"Um yeah," Chloe is confused now, "To get away from her adoptive family. They were horrible to her and she wanted an escape from them, but Lucifer," she takes one step closer to his back, "I questioned the Hammers already, and they were very adamant in not even knowing she was back. Which I expected." Chloe moves closer to place a hand on his shoulder, "I'm confident they don't know anything."
"Of course." Lucifer's reply is still distant, "Just curious is all, Detective."
Chloe wants to say something to cheer him up, but she's not sure what. So, she pats his shoulder and leaves.
Lucifer takes in one last drag, "Of course she doesn't know anything. She told you as much didn't she?" He flicks the bud off the railing and stares at his disappearing sun:
Chloe and Dan are inside Ella's lab. For the tenth time, they look through all the photos taken of the crime scene. The entire lab table is covered in photos.
Chloe snaps first, which makes Dan's head rise up. This was very uncharacteristic for his ex-wife, but then again this is her closest friend in danger.
"What is taking so long?!" Chloe hisses. She grinds her teeth and mindlessly moves photos.
"It was only a small, very small, sample found Chloe," Dan says.
"I know, but this is a cop! One of ours taken!" Chloe's hands ball into fists.
"You know Monroe took Ella to the FBI's lab for better testing."
"Which means it should be faster getting a result! Besides…" Chloe breaths in and out. Calming her herself down, she starts to look somber, "I'm starting to worry that the blood sample won't be of who we need."
"Chloe." Dan reaches across and takes hold of Chloe's hand. He gives her hand a small squeeze, "We're going to find her."
Chloe doesn't seem to hear him though. At least, she doesn't nod her head or look him in the eyes.
Dan sighs. Pulling back he looks through the windows behind Chloe, "Where's Lucifer?" He asks, agitated. Lucifer is her partner. Why isn't he here helping?
"He's not in the right mindset to help, Dan."
"Really?" Dan scoffs.
Chloe looks up at him, "What?"
"Just doesn't seem like Lucifer to get so worked up, unless he and Earth are closer than I thought."
"Lucifer cares about his friends, Dan." Chloe snaps.
"I think it's more than just that, Chloe."
"CHLOOOEEE!" Chloe was just about to question Dan further when she hears her name being yelled. Chloe looks behind her and sees Ella zooming down the stairs and running towards her lab door.
Chloe quickly opens the door so the poor woman doesn't run into it. Ella skids to a halt and slams a folder down on the table, causing numerous pictures to fall.
"I GOT HIM!" She yells triumphantly.
"What?" "Who?" Chloe and Dan say together.
"That blood sample is, by the Big Guy's grace, from one of the invaders!" Ella opens the folder and spreads out the info. Dan and Chloe stand behind her as they look at the results.
"His name is Jerry Carter." Ella starts, "Age 23. Has no current criminal record."
"Sounds like it might've been his first job." Dan comments.
"Yeah, poor kid." Ella shakes her head. She pulls out a page, "But from the looks of all these addresses, definitely someone who would work for the elusive Kidnapper."
"My God." Chloe takes in all the addresses, "The Kidnapper seems to move all throughout California."
"With a time frame of a year too," Ella says. She points to all the dates and sure enough, each one is about a year apart.
"This will take longer than four days to stake out each one," Dan says. He looks up to Chloe and sees the worry in her eyes.
"It will definitely take a long time, but Monroe has a bunch of teams already going to half of these places." Ella points to the locations marked with a star, "He gave these to us because they're closer."
"Let's get started then." Detective Decker is back on the job, and that makes Ella and Dan smile.
Ella and Dan leave to recruit some of the K9 officers to help out because, despite Miller's betrayal, a lot of your officers love you.
Within 24 hours Monroe's team found Jerry Carter. Much to Chloe's disappointment, however, Monroe took him to the FBI base instead of the precinct.
"I understand you want to find your comrade and friend, Detective Decker, but you and others in the precinct are too personal. I need Mr. Carter to talk, not feel threatened." Is what Monroe told Chloe when she showed up at the base.
Much to Chloe's confusion and worry, Lucifer didn't seem too upset or bothered by it.
"Hello, Detective Decker. This is Agent Monroe." Monroe's professional voice comes through.
"What's the story?" Chloe says. She's on the edge of her seat.
"Mr. Carter told us about their attack on Ms. Earth, and he gave a few of the Kidnappers holding locations, but my gut is telling me he knows more."
"Lucifer can get it out of him," Chloe says immediately. Lucifer looks down at her with a raised brow. He just arrived.
"I do have impeccable timing it seems." Lucifer comments.
"That's precisely why I'm calling, Detective. I've heard about Lucifer's talent at getting people to talk, and with only two days left we need Mr. Carter to talk." Monroe replies.
"Agreed." Chloe looks up at Lucifer and nods, "We're leaving now."
The FBI base in California is far from the LA precinct. Chloe was disappointed when Monroe found the guy, but now she's worried that since Jerry was found so far away that meant you were far away too. She knows there's no time to waste now.
The ride to the base was about two and a half hours and during the whole drive, Lucifer said nothing. Chloe tried to get him to talk, to ease her nerves, but he'd reply with short answers or a simple hum.
Lucifer seems to start back to life when Chloe parks at the base. They both quickly exit the car and head inside the building.
"Thank you for coming-"
"Where is this chap?" Lucifer interrupts Monroe.
Monroe motions for the two partners to follow him. After some lengthy corridors, they stop in front of a metal door.
"Mr. Carter refused to answer with all our eyes on him. So, we moved him to this more secluded spot. We can't see or hear what's being said inside, but there's a recorder working on the table." Monroe says.
"Wonderful." Lucifer smiles. Chloe should be happy to finally see one from Lucifer, but that particular smile made her feel uneasy.
Monroe opens the door for Lucifer. Chloe tries to squeeze in but he stops her, "I think it's best for just Lucifer to talk to him. If he's as good as your reports say we need no other distractions."
Chloe, reluctantly, agrees. She watches the door close behind Lucifer. Monroe motions for her to take a seat next to him on the opposite wall. She has to do more waiting.
You stood behind your vet clinic. You've just finished your last surgery for the day and you needed a breather.
Leaning back against your building you listened, well half-listened, to Lucifer on the phone. Day three of the stakeout with no results.
Instead of being focused on the conversation Lucifer was trying to have with you: a case that led him to the most expensive school in California and something about igniting a blade, your mind continued to replay the nightmare, or maybe memory, you had a night before.
All around you is nothing but trees, grass, and dirt. You take a deep breath in. The air tastes so good here. You want to stay here forever.
But you know your Father is going to find you. You have to be quick.
You kneel on the ground and place your palms together, something you've seen your brother do when he can't find Father. You've also seen your Father do this when calling for the lonely red man.
In your mind you scream for help. Scream for freedom, and tell your location as best you can.
You stand and quickly run back to your cage, so as not to be caught.
What may have been days later, you wake to a cold aura staring at you.
You squeezed your eyes shut and closed out Lucifer's voice more to try to remember the image in front of you, but all that came back was the same memory that flashed before you in Lucifer's bathroom.
A man. Strong and muscular under his white armor. His wings darker than your darkness.
"Who are you?" You ask.
You notice his grip tighten on his sheathed sword, "He has heard you and has sent me to give you what you seek." His voice is booming. His voice is cold.
You shiver.
In a movement you couldn't see, the man appeared behind you. He grabbed hold of your--
Static started filling your mind.
He pulls.
You scream.
You gasped for breath and slid to the ground. You heard Lucifer's distant voice call out to you, and saw that you had dropped your phone.
You scrambled for your phone, "I'm fine!" You said quickly.
"Sure as hell doesn't sound like it, darling. Did you see dog boy?" Lucifer's voice sounded concerned.
"What? Oh, no. No. I was just, um." You took a shaky breath in and breathed out. No point in lying, "It's just I had a bad nightmare last night. I can't get it out of my mind."
"A silly little nightmare makes you react that way? I'm going to need to have a chat with an old friend."
"I'm fine, Lucifer. Really." You swallowed the lump in your throat, "Actually...I've got a question for you."
"Oh? Do ask."
"Ok, so I'm going to pretend for a second that you're actually the Devil-" Lucifer sighed on the other end.
"Lucifer, do you...um...hear people?" You asked.
"Every day, darling. I'm hearing a bunch right now." He replied humorously.
You sighed and rubbed your temple, "No, Lucifer. I mean…" You swallowed again. This was such a ridiculous question.
"Do you hear prayers?"
"Ah." Lucifer went quiet.
You panicked, "Yeah, dumb question. Was just humoring you-"
"I do, well used to. Still can, I should say." He suddenly replied, "I'm sure you can imagine the kind of prayers the Devil gets. I got sick of it." He said with a hint of venom.
"What is it, like, an on-off switch?" You joked.
"I wish." He replied seriously, "No, K9. I had to train for many centuries to have those twisted requests quiet down."
"Oh…" You weren't sure how to react, "So, what happens now when people pray to you?"
"I may have a slight buzzing in my mind every now and then, but I've grown to ignore them."
"Ok." You replied, accepting the answer.
"So, do you believe me now?" He asked hopeful.
You scoffed, "Of course not, Lucifer. It was just a rhetorical question."
You're pulled from your daze by the footsteps and murmurs outside the door.
You slowly rise from your cot and walk to the front of your cage to hear better. You're not sure how many days it has been, but obviously significant enough to weaken your body and make your stomach scream. The bread and water these people gave you were not enough. It was like they were purposely weakening you.
That thought is only further proven with how many times you've been shocked. Every now and then your body would react like it was being shocked when no one was around with the damn remote. Not a good sign.
Besides the men that came to give you the food and empty your waste bucket, you've had no company since the Kidnapper himself on day one. It made you stir-crazy, but one good thing is that you could hear better in the silence.
You press the side of your face to the bars and push as far out as you can. You pick up some chatter.
"Can you believe it?"
"Not good for Jerry, that's for sure."
"Has this ever happened before?"
"No, but considering how the boss ain't worried it's no big deal. Cops only got two days before we leave."
"Right. Smooth sailing, eh?"
The voices laugh, then become too hard to hear as they walk away.
Two days?
"You will remain here for one week. That is when the LAPD will consider your case cold and stop actively searching for you." The Kidnapper's voice comes through your mind.
You panic.
Shit. Shit shit shit!
You stumble backward and trip on your ankle chains. Your still wounded head pounds madly. You slowly go into a kneeling position and wait for the stars to go away.
If you had enough water in your system you'd be crying right now.
Instead, you lift your heavy shocking cuffs and stare at your dry palms.
"Hello there Jerry-boy!" Lucifer sing songs into the room.
Lucifer takes in Jerry's Carter appearance with a smile as he sits across the man. Curly brown hair, white, brown eyes, petite build. No one special.
Good.
"I already told ya'll everything I know," Jerry says. He looks Lucifer up and down.
"Ah, these FBI chaps don't think that's the case, Jerry." Lucifer's smile is wide. His eyes don't match it. "So, they asked me here to persuade it all out of you."
"Ya can't hurt me." Jerry sits confidently, "Who even are you?"
"Oh! Where are my manners? Lucifer Morningstar." Smile still on, Lucifer holds out his ringed hand.
Jerry doesn't take it. Instead, he scoffs and rolls his eyes, "Right. First my boss goes all crazy sayin' an angel spoke to him, and now I'm talking to the Devil. Ya'll Californians are crazy."
"Well that's some new info spilled." Lucifer leans in, "An angel spoke to the Kidnapper?"
"Ain't like them government jockeys would believe it. 'Course another crazy would." Jerry crosses his arms and leans back.
"Hm, well as interested as I am that's not what I'm here for." Lucifer stands, "The Kidnapper took a friend of mine, and I want her back." Lucifer holds his hands behind him and slowly walks around the table, "I believe you're the one that attacked her, correct?"
"Everyone was attacking her, buddy. Freak of nature if ya ask me. Never seen a bitch fight like 'er."
Within a blink of an eye, Lucifer has Jerry hoisted up in the air with one hand and the other hand pushing down the pause button on the recorder. Lucifer's smile turns twisted as he watches Jerry try to squirm free.
"That's not a very nice thing to say, Jerry-boy."
"Let me down you fr-" Jerry freezes mid insult. His mouth is still open, his eyes are as wide as saucers, and he's visibly shaking.
"See something you like?" Devil Lucifer is out, red eyes and skin. His smile is still twisted.
Lucifer plops the human back on the metal chair and leans in close, "When I press play you are going to give me every location of your boss's holdings. You are going to give me names and in the future, I will find you again so you can properly apologize to dear K9 and tell us about this angel."
Lucifer stands straight, "Are we clear Jerry-boy?" Jerry is still in frozen mode. Lucifer sighs and slaps him across the face, making Jerry fall face-first on the metal table.
Lucifer pulls his head up by his hair and burns his red eyes into Jerry's soul, "I said are we clear?"
"Yesyesyesyespleasedon'thurtme." Jerry says all at once.
Lucifer returns to normal and smiles, "Wonderful." He let's go of Jerry and presses play, "I believe you have information to spill Jerry-boy?"
And spill Jerry did. He lists every location the Kidnapper holds people in California, places where the man himself could be staying, and gives names on every accomplice he knows of. Satisfied, Lucifer leaves the broken human with a smile and strides out of the room.
"So?" Chloe fast walks to her partner looking hopeful.
"You know me, Detective." Lucifer winks at her and she smiles back.
"Thank you, Mr. Morningstar," Monroe says sincerely and quickly walks in the room to grab the recorder. When he returns he tells Chloe to call her trusted co-workers to meet them at the base. Once everyone arrives Monroe leads everyone to an interrogation room. He places the recorder on the table and hits play.
Lucifer stands in a corner while everyone else writes down notes on their pads. The back of his head starts to itch and he scratches it, a bit too forcefully.
"You ok?" Chloe whispers to him.
"Hm? Oh yes." Lucifer forces his arm down and smiles at his partner. "Just an itch."
You sit against your bars with your back towards the door. You don't move when you hear the door open and footsteps come towards you.
"You've got 24 hours, little doe. Then you'll be back home." The Kidnapper says behind you.
"Home." You whisper out. You twist around to look at him and are surprised to actually see him. You take in his details carefully. Grabbing hold of the bars with shaking hands you push your face against the bars.
"I'm going back to Hell."
"Yes well, normally I don't regret my job, but in your case…" He sighs and walks closer to you, "Sorry doe. I'm protecting the human race by doing this. Your Father said so."
You lean away from him and stare, "You're just as crazy as he is, as I was."
He shakes his head, "No little doe, you've forgotten. Forced to forget. This is the only reason I have regret in this, but you'll remember. Eventually." He turns away and walks out the door, leaving it open as a joke.
You start to shake and hyperventilate. You crawl over to your cot and kneel, hands together.
Lucifer. You pray to him.
Please, Lucifer. I'm banking on this. I've got nothing left. I don't know how far I can get in this state. If anything you said is true, please. Please save me.
Lucifer and Chloe have been out since early morning checking out locations. Each one had been a bust so far, and Chloe was starting to get worried. She knows time is running out.
Meanwhile, her partner was getting agitated by the hour. She thinks it's because of them having no luck. When in truth, though that definitely is a reason, the insistent itch in Lucifer's mind was not going away.
Bloody Satanists. Dad only knew why now he was having trouble calming the prayers, but he's getting sick of it. It's getting in the way of finding you and Lucifer wasn't having it any longer.
While Chloe talks on her phone to give Monroe, Dan, and the other groups another no go update, Lucifer stays further back. He shuts his eyes and lets the voices in.
Of course the usual murderous pleas and psychopathic prayers came flooding through, but Lucifer focuses his mind on the one new soul who keeps hounding him.
Lucifer.
No...that can't be right. Lucifer focuses on this voice.
Seriously, Lucifer. I'm starting to feel like a hopeless idiot in this cage.
It is! Lucifer’s eyes open wide in shock and joy, but doing so shut your voice out. He quickly focuses once more and instantly hones in on your prayers. He listens intently while searching for your location.
He sees you in a cell, kneeled by an uncomfortable-looking cot. He looks around to see empty space. He looks further out, and now he's in tight hallways.
Still not enough!
He goes as far out as he can without losing your connection. He sees what looks to be a ship's haul with a rope embroidery stamp and hears water, as well as other humans getting the ship into gear.
There!
His eyes open and he runs to Chloe, "DETECTIVE! I KNOW WHERE SHE IS!"
You haven't moved from your stance since you started praying to Lucifer. Your body felt stiff, but you're ready for whatever comes next.
You hear the door open and footsteps come to your cage door, "Time to get going, sweet thing."
The man opens the door, comes to your back, and lifts you up by the underarms. You slam the back of your head into the man's face and keep steady while he stumbles back. Ignoring the stars you see, you spin around and wrap your chains around the man's neck. His eyes bulge at you. One hand grabs at your neck while the other reaches into his pocket to pull out the shock remote.
He presses it and starts to smile at your pain, but you push through and tighten your chains around his throat. His face turns blue and you twist your arms to crack his neck. You fall to the ground from the constant shock and blindly grab for the remote. You click it off and smash it to pieces.
You give your body a minute to stop convulsing, then stand and shuffle out the cage and to the edge of the door. You listen from inside the room and can hear some kind of commotion coming down the right hall. You peek out of the door frame, look from side to side, and then shuffle down the right hall.
"LUCIFER!" Chloe yells at her partner as he storms out of her car and heads for the ship. "We need to wait for backup!" She yells getting out of her car.
"No time for that, Detective! The ship's ready to sail!" He yells without looking back.
Lucifer walks straight to the ship. He knocks out a couple of unsuspecting dock workers then walks onto the ship.
It's massive, but thanks to your prayers he knows just where you are.
He takes a couple of stairs down then hides in the shadows at the sound of voices. He pulls out a pocket knife and runs it across his palm.
He smiles when he doesn't bleed.
Good girl, Detective.
"Hey, freeze!"
"Who the hell are you?!"
The two men walking down the hall pull out their guns and aim it at Lucifer when he comes out.
"Here to rescue someone, chaps. Now if you'll excuse me-"
The men shoot as soon as Lucifer takes a step. He stumbles back, but smiles viciously.
"Now, why'd you have to do that?" Lucifer changes his face and the men scream. They fire relentlessly as Lucifer walks to them. Lucifer slams the men against either side of the walls and continues forward.
Eventually, he comes across a more open room that's connected to other halls. He wants to go down the hall you're in, but there are a dozen or so men holding him at gunpoint.
"You know, I expected someone like the Kidnapper to have better defensives than this. Shame, really." Devil Lucifer speaks to the crowd.
"Holy fuck-"
"It is true! Everything the boss said-"
"We can't fight the D-"
"ALL OF YOU SHUT UP AND FIRE!"
You just finished bashing your chains against your third victim when you hear the gunshots coming from up ahead.
You stumble forward. Along with your constant shaking body, pounding head, and fatigue, that last guy gave you a gut-wrenching punch and a bullet wound on your thigh. It's just a graze, but losing blood is something your body can't take right now.
By the time you get close to the opening of a new room the gunfire dies out and it's just screams. You brace yourself for a couple of seconds, then storm the best you can into the room.
You freeze. Bodies of men lay all-around a singular man standing in the center of the room. His back is towards you, but you recognize that kind of suit anywhere.
But his head...where is his hair?
"Lucifer?" You choke out.
He turns, and you come face to face with the Devil himself. His skin is charred to an awful degree. The white of his eyes are pitch black to make his blood-red eyes pop.
Lucifer smiles, "K9! I-" he starts to walk towards you, but stops at the look on your face.
“A Devil’s Love” Chapter 2: Show Me All I Don’t Know
Description: Chloe’s best friend is back, and Lucifer’s charm can’t seem to affect her either. Is she also a miracle child? Or something…more? [Story starts during S2 Ep4, Female Reader Insert]
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AN: Updated March 14, 2020 - Grammar
AN: Updated July 14, 2020 - Grammar/Minor changes
Rating: Teen
Warning[s]: Swearing
Show Timeline: Season 2 Episode 9
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To say your first couple months back home was a walk in the park would be a big fat lie.
Nothing bad really happened. Well, except when your BFF got in that bad car accident and you swore up and down it had something to do with you, but she pushes you away and says she's fine and can't stand you and Lucifer taking the blame.
Why would Lucifer be taking the blame, you thought. So, you ask him. Like any sane person would do who was overprotective of their friends. If you ended up being wrong about this guy being “good” and “nice”, you had to get him away from Chloe.
But no. He's not bad. Just crazy. What with continuing with his “Devil” shtick and claiming it was one of his “Angel” brothers trying to take what his father, aka “God”, gave him in exchange for a favor.
And you thought you were crazy before, but it wasn't true for you, so why would it be true for him?
Oh, and after that whole fiasco poor Chloe finds out that her real father’s killer has been free all this time. No reprimanding, no worries. Just a cop killer who got to continue his life freely. Turns out the killer was Warden Perry Smith, and he was responsible for many set up kills. You remember the failure you felt when Smith managed to destroy his scent from your hounds. The bastard didn’t get far, though. Maze managed to easily capture him, and from then on became the LAPD’s number one bounty hunter.
But, with all that bad came a lot of good. Not easily, of course. It's hard work trying to find a suitable building in the perfect location for your next veterinarian hospital. You, with the help of your trusty sidekick Alice, managed to find just that though.
Next, while you sorted out the building paperwork and searched for a good construction company, you had to find a place to live. That, thankfully, went much quicker than finding the next “Circle of Life Veterinary Clinic” building.
Chloe kept trying to convince you to move in with her instead of Maze, but you politely declined. You didn't want to be the one who made that badass fighter homeless. Besides, you like having your own space.
And to top all that off, you got your old job back as the Captain of the K9 division of the LAPD. You missed training your dogs & officers, plus having that paycheck, the paycheck from the “COL VC” in New York, and the future paycheck of the next “COL VC” building allowed you to not stress financially.
Currently, you are standing in “COL VC #2” watching the progress come along. You smile as you see how well, and fast, things are going. If this keeps up, you'll be able to open up within the month.
Which means you and Alice need to start hiring people.
You sigh to yourself and rub your forehead, closing your eyes. First things first, you had to find some way to properly thank Lucifer for giving you the name of this construction company.
“They are a fantastic company! Did very fine work in my club. Why not come see for yourself tonight?” Lucifer looked at you like he looked at Alice the first day.
“Not a chance.” You smiled at him and crossed your arms, building up a barrier.
“Oooh, playing hard to get are we?” He licked his lips and looked you up and down, “I like it!”
“Ok. This was obviously a bad idea.” You huffed and started to leave Chloe’s desk.
“Wait, K9!” You stopped and turned back towards him, “I’m sorry, truly.” he looked sincere and placed his right hand over his heart, “Here.” He grabbed the yellow sticky notes and a pen from Chloe’s desk and began to write.
“Just tell the owner that you’re with me.” He handed you the note and smiled, “He'll give you a large discount, I'm sure.”
You looked down at the note and couldn't help the thought of how beautiful Lucifer’s handwriting was, “Thank you, Lucifer.” You looked up at him and smiled, a genuine one this time.
“You’re quite welcome, my dear.” He gave you a genuine smile back, then turned flirtatious again, “Though I would like you to come to my club, so you can see what those constructors are really capable of. It’s so sad their talents will be wasted on an animal clinic.”
“Uh-huh.” You shook your head, still smiling, and walked away.
Your phone’s ringtone knocks you back to the present. The call says it’s Chloe, but when you answer it-
“SOME DADDY KILLER BOY IS GOING TO MAKE ME HOMELESS!” Lucifer’s voice blares through your phone so loud that the workers around turn towards you and you swear your ear is bleeding.
“Sooo, you think the perfect way to stop this ‘Daddy Killer Boy’ is to make me go deaf? Well, you’re doing very well so far.” You bring your phone to your none deaf ear and rub the now deaf one.
“The Detective won’t help me-” you can hear Chloe yelling at him in the background saying to give back her phone. You hear a bit of a scuffle, and can imagine Chloe shaking her head as she gets her phone.
“Sorry about that, Earth. Calling you is the only way I can think of to help Lucifer.” You can tell Chloe is saying that last part to him directly, and can just imagine his eye roll.
“What’s going on?”
“Our new case victim is Dean Cooper.”
“That LA real-estate tycoon guy?”
“Yup. It looks like he died having dinner with his possible killer. The killer looks to have shattered a champagne glass and stuck a shard in Dean's throat.”
“Ouch.”
“Ella’s still at the crime scene trying to piece the glass back together in order to get fingerprints.”
“Oh, Ella.” You smile and shake your head, “What a good little scientist.”
“Agreed, if a bit crazy.” Chloe holds in a laugh, “Well, Mr. Cooper was the one who owned the block that Lucifer’s nightclub is on and it seems like Mr. Eric Cooper, Dean's son, is pretty quick in reclaiming his father’s properties.”
“I see…So I’m guessing he’s suspect numero uno?”
“Yes, but this is why I’m calling you,” Chloe gives an audible stressful sigh, “I just...I can’t seem to keep my mind on this case with the court on Perry Smith right around the corner. Plus, with my mom flying in tonight and Dan being busy with a bomb case-”
“You don’t need to say anymore, Chlo. I’ll take care of this. Just send me the address to the crime scene and I’ll take over.”
“Thank you, Earth.” You can just hear the weight lift off your BFF’s shoulder, “I’ll text you the details right now. I owe you one.”
“This is what friends do for each other, Chloe. You should know that by now.” Before you hang up you can hear Lucifer in the background, “Hurry along, K9! Every minute I get closer to homelessness!”
“Proper thank you, here I come.”
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As you pull up to the crime scene you see the medics carrying away a body bag, aka Dean Cooper. So there will be no need to worry about seeing a dead man, but there is an angry British man heading straight towards you.
“Finally! Does my homelessness mean nothing to you?” Lucifer says, but despite being upset he still opens your car door and helps you out.
“Lucifer you’re, like, a zillionaire or whatever.” You nod your thanks and you both head inside the dead man's house, “I highly doubt you’d let yourself be ‘homeless’ for more than an hour, at most.”
“But this is LUX, K9.” You try to ignore Lucifer’s desperation and come up beside Ella, who was just about to complete the champagne glass puzzle.
“Annnd, that’s how we do it!” Ella manages to place the last piece perfectly, stands up and shoves her fist in front of your face, “Ta’vonlu!”
“A puzzle solver and a Trekkie?” You laugh and smile, “Ella, I’m liking you more and more each day.”
“Woohoo! Fellow Trekkie!” Ella’s hand goes from a fist to the Vulcan greeting and you return it. Lucifer’s eye roll is incredibly loud.
Ella gets back to work on scanning the glass for fingerprints and in the meantime, an officer hands you a folder of all info found about Dean Cooper. As you skim through the words you become disappointed, and impressed. It was amazing that a shark like Cooper had no record whatsoever.
“So, can we go to this baby shark now to arrest him and get my home back?” Lucifer stands in front of you, hands intertwined together in front of him.
“We don’t have any proof with which to arrest Eric.” You look at him as you hand the folder back to the officer.
“He has motive. That's all the proof you need!”
“Actually, you may have more than that!” Ella calls out and you go to her. She points to her laptop screen where it clearly states that Eric Cooper’s fingerprints were on the glass that killed his father.
“There you go! Come on chop chop!” Lucifer pushes you by the small of your back out the door and to your car, “We’ve got a baby shark to arrest!”
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You barley park and shut off the engine before Lucifer is out and heading towards the Cooper building, “Lucifer wait!”
“You know, you drive just as slow as the Detective?” Lucifer stops and waits for you to catch up.
“If by slow you mean ‘following traffic laws’ then yeah.” Lucifer just scoffs, “Look, Lucifer.” he looks at you with a bit of interest, he’s never heard you sound serious before.
“I understand how you’re feeling right now, I do,” you lightly touch his arm, “but Chloe has told me how you get sometimes and let me tell you: threatening to tear this guy up or torture him is not going to help you get LUX back, or this case.”
“Very well.” He returns his hand to your lower back and guides you, “I solemnly promise that the man will remain unthreatened and unharmed.”
The sound of a crash and a car alarm blaring causes you both to stop and turn around.
Eric Cooper lays on top of some poor civilian’s car. His body bleeding from almost every pore.
“Not me.” Lucifer holds up his hands in fake surrender.
“Well, shit.”
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You did miss solving cases. Really, you did.
But this one was turning into a real sack of ass.
Eric Cooper was hospitalized for a full twenty-four hours before the hospital allowed his wife, Christi Cooper, to take him home.
A whole twenty-four hours closer to Lucifer's homelessness, and he would not shut up about it.
You and Lucifer arrive at the Cooper house to question Eric and Christi, but all you two got was another real estate shark’s name, Eleanor Bloom. Plus an extra case of nausea for both of you at the sappy love between Eric and Christi.
Eleanor, it turns out, was a real shark. Making sure Eric wasted no time in selling her that property that his father had been sitting on. That property in question was LUX, and even with Lucifer’s charm she was not giving up that land.
Which pissed Lucifer enough to abandon you with this case. Chloe offered to help, but with her father’s killer’s court so close there was no way you were going to burden her even more. You already swore you would solve this case for her, and you meant it.
You follow up on Eleanor's lead, alone, about some shady numbers found in her accountant's books that looked like someone was hiding money. Turns out that money went to some private investigator Dean had hired to investigate someone, but the man wouldn't tell you who. You had a hunch though.
Your hunch had to be put on hold though as one of your officers comes up to you. He says they got a call about an illegal party happening at a building that was supposed to be abandoned by now.
Of course he would.
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You stand before the “supposed to be abandoned” LUX nightclub with an entourage of your officers, and just sigh.
Here we go.
You have your men walk in first with you close behind, and you can hear the music cut off and people booing as soon as they see your men.
“Awww!” You hear Lucifer’s voice clearly over the crowd, “Stormtroopers have arrived, everyone! Don’t worry I’ll deal with the boys in blue.” Lucifer walks towards the officers, “You are the boys in blue, yes? The fun boys in blue aren’t due for another hour.” He chuckles and shows a wad of cash in front of your main guy, Officer Miller.
Miller just gives Lucifer a side smile and looks to his side. Lucifer follows his eye movement and his smile disappears as you walk up.
“K9?”
“I know him, Miller. I got it from here.” You ignore Lucifer and look to your officer.
“You’re sure ma’am?”
“Oh yeah.” Now you look at Lucifer as you pat Miller on the shoulder, “He’s harmless.” You don’t speak again until all the officers have left, “I got to say Lucifer, I’m disappointed.”
You think your eyes might be deceiving you, but Lucifer Morningstar actually looks ashamed. You don't know why, but you actually can’t stand to see him like that.
“I mean,” you throw your hands up and turn around a full 360, “this is the first time I come to your club and you’ve got no music playing, and no one dancing around with no worries?”
You smile at him, cross your arms and raise a brow, “Tisk tisk. I may have to leave a one-star review afterall.”
“Oh ho ho!” Lucifer's light returns in him, “Well, I can’t have that now can I?” He’s smiling ear to ear now, “TURN IT UP!”
The crowd cheers as the music comes back full blast. Everyone resumes their dancing, drinking, laughing, and you can’t help but laugh right along with them.
“K9!” You turn to Lucifer who gives you that beautiful smile, “I didn't know you had it in you!”
“There’s a lot you don't know about me, Lucifer.” You smile back at him.
“Evidently! Come on,” Lucifer grabs your arm and pulls you to the dance floor.
“Oh no, I really shou-”
“Come on, K9!” Lucifer laughs and drags you to the dance floor, “Show me all I don't know!”
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“Oh, now that’s interesting.” Linda watches you and Lucifer dance away together.
“What is?” Mrs. Charlotte Richards, well actually the body of Charlotte Richards that now belongs to the Goddess of all Creation [aka God’s ex-wife and Lucifer’s mother], looks down at the tiny doctor.
“Oh, nothing much.” Linda looks at her and gives a small smile before turning her attention back on you two, “I just thought of something I have to ask a patient of mine about.”
As Linda drinks her martini the Goddess follows her eye line sight and stares at you dancing with her son. Her eye twitches.
“My son was right about you, Doctor.” The Goddess smiles wickedly, “You are incredibly insightful.”
