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[couldkillthedevil]

who: Chloe Decker & Lucifer Morningstar
what: Lucifer revealed that he's the Devil. They've got a lot to talk about.
when: June 10th
where: Community Housing Building, Floor 9
warnings: Nothing as of now.



[The world had turned upside down, apparently.

It was bad enough she'd been sent to an entirely new world, with only a promise that she'd be sent home in time. Especially when she still didn't know whether or not Trixie had been brought here, too, and just hadn't been able to get in contact with her. Unlikely, but the possibility still had anxiety resting heavy in her chest. As did the idea of there being a whole dangerous, monster-infested world out beyond the gate.

A notion she'd been more than content to disregard, until a few days ago.

A few days ago, when Lucifer had shown her his face. Or, well, his other face. That burnt, scarred, raw version that looked painful to touch. The one that proved that he was more than just the charming club-owner whose bar she'd stumbled into one day on a case. The person who he'd been trying to tell her he was the whole time.

The Devil.

She spent the last few days thinking on that, along with everything else. There were so many little things she thought back on now, things that she'd tried to figure out about him before and couldn't quite manage. Or things she'd accepted because it'd been easier than trying to pick it apart.

And honestly, maybe a small part of her had known. Or had an inkling, at least subconsciously. It's why she lets little things slide, perhaps. Or why she asked Ella about her faith one day. Or why, for a person who just figured out that the Devil and Hell and God all really existed, she was almost eerily calm. She certainly didn't fear him.

Because she meant what she said before: she knew who he was by now. And Devil or not, he was her partner. And they needed to talk. About everything.

She remembered that brief call they had over the network. It'd been positive, if unbearably strained. She knew he was concerned about her, and she'd heard the hurt and confusion in his voice even though he'd tried to hide it. So she took it upon herself to break that ice.

Bags of food in hand, reminiscent of their interrupted dinner that one night in his penthouse, she walked steadily up towards his room on floor 9. Taking a deep breath, she reached out to knock on the door, ignoring the incessant pounding of her heart.]

Comments

[hellicious]

[The next sound he made was closer to a growl, let out as he exhaled, biting his lip as he felt her nose against his. That tone. He'd fallen for that tone before, resulting in him being left high and dry as she'd driven off. But he hadn't had the joy of her lips pressed to his before. That made that tone that much more of a punch right to his manlies, his hand slowly drawing hers closer to him.]

I think I like the way you tease.

[couldkillthedevil]

It helps that you're easy to wind up.

[She pulled away just enough to plant another quick kiss against his bitten lips before resting her forehead back against his, just wanting to soak up the feel of him against her. The sound he made at such a simple little tease actually made a shiver run down her spine, and she could picture Maze laughing at her now. Wow, Decker. It really has been a long time, hasn't it?]

I think our food's gotten cold.

[hellicious]

I don't really give a damn about the food.

[Said with a ridiculously earnest zeal, Lucifer's eyes closing as he just enjoyed the fact that she was here, she didn't hate him, she trusted him, and she was... well. Whatever this was, whatever they were, he wanted very much to find out.]

[couldkillthedevil]

I kind of figured.

[Not that she did either, really. She watched his eyes close and followed suit, adjusting herself so that their heads rested cheek to cheek, her hand slipping out of his so both her arms could wrap around him.]

Thank you. For telling me.

[hellicious]

[Oh. There it was. He had his arms full of Chloe again and this time... This time he was prepared. He shifted a little where he sat, turning a little more towards her to give her more space to lean against him as he lifted a hand to pet over the back of her head.]

Thank you for listening. And for staying.

[couldkillthedevil]

Don't thank me yet. You still have a lot to tell me.

[It felt like they'd barely scratched the surface, really. She still had what felt like a hundred burning questions. But it was a start. And she felt better, knowing they were in a better place than when they started. Whatever that place may be.]

[hellicious]

You'll hear every sordid bit. Would you like me to slide over your meal? You can eat in between questions, if you like.

[couldkillthedevil]

[She glanced over at their forgotten meal; well, if they were going to be interrupted, she preferred this to a half-naked stewardess. Sitting up a little straighter, she put some space between them, if a bit reluctantly, their knees still touching. She gestured at their food.]

Please.

[hellicious]

[Now that the worst was, he felt, behind them, seeing to her needs was up there on his priority list. He reached over and grabbed the lip of her plate, dragging it across the table to stop in front of her.]

There. Now, you ask and eat and I'll answer.

[couldkillthedevil]

[She thanked him, picking at a few of her fries for a moment as she tried to get her thoughts in order. Which was a little difficult, considering he'd distracted her so utterly, but she was nothing if not determined to see this through.]

You mentioned you made a deal. What was it for, exactly, and how does that tie in with your mom?

[hellicious]

[He tried to sort through what he'd told her, moving to slide his hand to rest on her knee, because yes, he still wanted to touch her.]

Mm, the deal with Dad? In the warehouse with Malky the Murderer? Oh, that was just that I'd agree to go back to Hell, or wherever he wanted, if he'd keep you safe. Found myself back in Hell only to see that Mum had gotten out, then I was back where I was and you tied that up neatly, so it was a win-win.

[couldkillthedevil]

[Her eyes rested on his hand on her knee for a moment, feeling the warmth of him through her jeans. Oh. That was nice.

His explanation quickly brings her back to reality, though. It takes her a moment to respond, the weight of that implication resting heavily on her.]

You went to Hell. To help me. [A beat.] Twice. Even though you had Maze cut off your wings just so you could leave...?

[Don't think she didn't remember that. Even though she hadn't believed his ramblings at the time, she still recalled them. Especially that particular moment.]

[hellicious]

That was different. I didn't want to rule Hell anymore. I'm quite done with it. But then there was a moment and I took advantage of it. And it all worked out well, didn't it?

[His thumb brushed over her knee, watching her eat with a look that was far too happy for the simple act of just sitting and watching her eat.]

[couldkillthedevil]

It did. Even if it took you being completely reckless to do it.

[But she's touched in the wake of that. And perhaps a little humbled, as well. All this time, and he'd been sneaking off doing incredible things behind her back. Just to keep her safe. She wished she'd known.

She drew in a deep breath, taking a bite out of her burger as they sat there in quiet companionship.]

So your mom escaped Hell. Somehow. And you made it back from there to, what... chase her down? And that's how she ended up in Charlotte Richards' body?

[hellicious]

The last time she was free, she flooded the world to rid it of humanity. Mum was never as fond of Dad's favorites as He was. So, she wound up in Hell. Seemed only right to think that when she got out, she'd be a little... angry.

[He'd been so wrong about that and in hindsight, that might have been part of what pushed her to be so reckless. But, then, she hadn't been made to be in a human body. It wouldn't have lasted long.]

From what she said, she bounced around a few times trying to find a body that wasn't going to just up and kick it again.

[couldkillthedevil]

So that's why you were being such a freak before on our cases. You really thought your mom was after you.

[The pieces were slowly coming together. Which meant she only asked more questions, in her attempt to close the rest of the gaps.]

Dan mentioned Charlotte had lost her memory after falling off the pier, which seemed oddly convenient. Also, I'd made fun of him for sleeping with your supposed stepmom before, but now this adds a whole new level of weird.

[hellicious]

It was a fair assumption to make. Amenadiel agreed with me -- until Mum started coddling him. He always was a suck up.

[At the mention of Dan and his mother, the hand on her knee tensed, his lips pressing together.]

Yes, well... yes. Mum seemed to have found herself her own 'favorite' human, and it just shows her bad taste that it was Daniel. It was unfortunate that she happened to land in a disturbingly hot body. More so that she was aware of it.

[couldkillthedevil]

Yeah, well, Charlotte— your mom was certainly the opportunistic type, if nothing else.

[She's not even going to touch the 'bad taste' comment.]

Anyhow, she obviously wasn't trying to destroy you.

[hellicious]

No... no. She wanted to make her way back to Heaven to dethrone Dad and see the rest of the family. Very one-track minded, mum.

[Which reminded him of just how tired and sad and done with it all he'd been on that beach. Telling her no. Finally being upfront with her. And giving her an option that had seemed like the best one at the time. She was his mum, after all. He didn't hate her. He just didn't want her to achieve the goal she'd set out for herself, because she hadn't taken the consequences into consideration.

When she took that moment to think, she'd realized. And he was just sorry they didn't have more time with her in that mind state before she'd had to go. And yes, she'd had to. The poor mortal body just couldn't handle all that power. Still... he felt just worn thinking about it.]

Funny how omnipotent beings are so terrible at seeing the long-game.

[couldkillthedevil]

I guess it's easier to push it aside when you think you've got unlimited time.

[She wasn't a big fan of Charlotte Richards. Or Lucifer's mom-in-Charlotte-Richards'-body. But she still picked up that shift in him, that abrupt note of exhaustion that seemed to fill his body. She didn't know where his mother was now, but something about it, coupled with the fact that Charlotte had lost her memory... well, she certainly wasn't around anymore. That much she could pick up on.

And that was something Chloe could empathize with. If only in the smallest, most fundamental way.]

What happened to her?

[hellicious]

[He could have summed it up succinctly, but he was trying something new. Volunteering the entirety of the facts to her. Reaching for a fry, he held it up for her with a sad smile.]

Gave her her own universe to play in. To create. She wasn't all bad, you know. She did love us in her own way. She just... wanted things she couldn't have. She wanted me to cut open the gates of Heaven, to fight my Father. To take over the Silver City. It would have started a war. It's why I was booted in the first place, after all. So... I cut through the fabric of the world. Made a new reality for her. One for her to create in her own image instead of having to make do with Dad's. I... I think it was the best thing for her -- and for our reality.

[couldkillthedevil]

[She smiled back at him gently, opting to reach for his hand instead of that fry in a wordless offer of comfort.]

I'm sure she did. It sounds like she just couldn't cope. Being on earth. Since when are you able to create whole universes, though? Or get to Heaven? How's that possible?

[hellicious]

Mm? Oh, well, the sword helped. Apparently only I and Dad can use it, which is why He broke it up into three pieces after our little argument. Lightbringer, remember. Seems Mum figured out that it was still kicking around and Uriel b--

[There was a catch there, a sudden tightness in the back of his throat and a prickling in his eyes as tears threatened again. He had to take a moment. Clear his throat. Clear his thoughts.]

Well, we got it back in one piece and instead of heading for on High, I... well. I think it was the best option.

[couldkillthedevil]

Sword?

[She's about to question him further on that, even as her mind races to try and make sense of it all. She remembered that blade on one of their recent cases, especially since he'd been acting strangely during that time as well, but it didn't seem to be what he was talking about.

But then she caught sight of the sudden emotion flooding his face and quieted. Her hand tightened over his, a look of concern touching her features. Her questions could wait.]

Are you okay?

[hellicious]

[He wasn't entirely sure how to answer that, looking up at her with a sort of lost look for a moment before he forced himself to tamp those feelings back down. Should he tell her? Would she think him less for it? It was her job, after all. She punished the guilty, just as he did. And he was most definitely guilty of fratricide. Did it matter the reasoning behind it?]

I... don't know. No. Yes? I don't think I've decided.