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Chloe never remembers her dreams. Very rarely does she remember any of them or is even aware she is dreaming when she's in them. Knowing it's a dream is an odd sensation even as the Detective becomes aware of a blank whiteness around her and the sensation of floating – maybe falling? – without being aware of which way is up or down. When her feet finally touch something solid, she opens eyes she hadn't realized she was closed. The ground appears to be white cobblestone, smooth and easy to walk on like something brand new or excellently maintained. Sounds and her vision starts to fade from the bright whiteness into solid forms and distinct sounds. People talking, and buildings that appeared to be in a Roman style. Then more modern. The harder she focuses on it the more it seems to shimmer and change like it's trying to live up to whatever expectations her subconscious has.

The Detective's subconscious must have figured something out that her conscious mind hasn't since she remains confused as to where this dream is supposed to be taking place. The voices draw her attention and for a moment she's even more confused because it makes no sense to her, but it's a beautiful lyrical sound. Slowly, the voices shift to English and she realizes why the previous sounds were more familiar – they sounded the same as Lucifer's Angelic language the night before.

"Oh, come in, it was just a joke!" A familiar voice draws her attention and as she turns, she sees Lucifer standing there, wings out, hair slightly shorter and a little messier. Somehow, he looks somehow younger to Chloe, more carefree and less guarded than the Devil she knows. His clothes are lighter colors that remind her both of ancient and modern clothing all at the same time.

"Lucifer!" Chloe calls, taking a step toward him, only to notice that the person he's trying to catch up to is Amenadiel, who is wearing some sort of robes, black wings protruding from his back that are much sturdier looking, broader and without the delicacy of Lucifer's wings. But not only that, Chloe slowly becomes aware that there are more people around, all with various sizes and shapes of wings, in different patterns and colors as well.

Even more confused than before, Chloe is about to yell again to Lucifer who seems to not have heard hear when a hand touches her elbow to get her attention. Startled a little, she turns to look at the man beside her who is only slightly shorter than her with brown hair and a full beard, and kind blue eyes.

"Don't bother. He can't hear you." The man says with a slight shrug and an almost apologetic smile as he looks at Chloe. "None of them can see or hear you. This isn't real. Well, not really." He considers for a moment, seemingly debating and then shaking his head. "Yeah, it's not real." He finally decides as he looks around with a fond if slightly sad expression on his face.

"Who are you?" Chloe asks, confused and slightly suspicious as she looks around, staring at one of the houses again in confusion as she tries to figure out why it seems to shift and what kind of style it really is.

"Oh. Don't – Don't do that. Focus on them too much. Just.. try to ignore that, relax. And maybe you should just.. call me Chuck. It'll be easier." 'Chuck' replies with a small smile as he looks at the woman. "You're a very special woman, Chloe Decker. I always knew you would be. Though I didn't know the extent until now. You surprised even me." He lets out a short laugh before he shakes his head slowly for a moment.

Frustrated because she feels more confused than she was a moment ago, Chloe turns her attention back to the man beside her. "I don't understand. What are you talking about? Who are you, really?" She asks, falling slightly back into her Cop voice and crossing her arms.

Not offended by her tone obviously, Chuck gives a slight, understanding smile. "It might be a little easier if you don't try and figure everything out." He considers for a moment. "This is just a dream anyway, right?" He points out in an unconvincing tone. "You wanted to see what Sa- Lucifer was like before his Fall, right? Wasn't that your wish, your all-consuming desire? If only for a moment."

For a moment Chloe is startled because she did want that this evening, she had thought about it when getting ready for bed. But she hadn't told anyone. Which means this really must be a dream. It must all be created by her subconscious. Probably why the buildings keep changing. She probably could never fathom what Heaven could look like anyway. Stories aren't very descriptive and everyone seems to have their own opinion on the matter. Feeling a little more secure now that she's convinced herself it's a dream, the Detective relaxes slightly and glances around. "Are these all of Lucifer's siblings, the other angels?" She asks as she looks around at a few of the others that pass by, seemingly avoiding the spot they're standing in. Lucifer's boisterous laughter catches her attention though and she stares at him for a moment, startled. She's never seen him laugh like that, it's a little unsettling if she's honest with herself.

"Yep. All of them Angels. There's a lot more than humans ever realize, I think." Chuck smiles a little in a fond way of a parent talking about their children. "Each one of them with their unique abilities and personality. It took a while for them all to be created. So you have the older ones and younger ones." He motions from one to another, even though they appear to be the same age. "The Lucifer of this time is known as Samael." He explains as a smaller, dark, female angel approaches Lucifer, calling out to Samael though right before she hugs him. And for the first time ever, Lucifer doesn't seem the least bit awkward with hugs, he embraces the woman without hesitation.

"Rae-Rae. I didn't realize you'd returned. Get tired of population control of those creatures Father created?" Lucifer asks as he looks at the dark-haired and dark-winged woman.

"I told you not to call me that, Samael. Azrael is my name, unless you want me to start calling you Sammy." The girl shoots back before she shrugs. "I don't have much to do down there. It's just some animals. They're kind of dumb but everything is balanced." She says with a calm smugness.

Having reconciled herself to no one seeing or hearing her, Chloe glances at Chuck for a moment. "Who is that? Lucifer's mentioned having sisters, but the only siblings I know by name are Amenadiel. Well, I mean, besides the obvious biblical ones, Raphael, Michael, Gabriel.." She tries to think if there are any others she knows, but she's too distracted by Lucifer and this Azrael chatting. "Animals, are they talking about, you know, animals, or humans?" She asks before Chuck even has a chance to answer her first question.

"Her name is Azrael. She's the Angel of Death. She was always Samaels favorite. Always a strange combination. One in charge of Death and balance of Earth, and the other so full of light and creation. A Father shouldn't have favorites, but Samael was always a favorite. Gabriel, Raphael, Michael, they were the eldest, and trusted more than the others maybe. Not something a father likes admitting, that they trusted some children more than others. But when they're created as deliberately as these were, it's kind of hard not to." The way Chuck speaks seems more like it's personal than if he's talking in the abstract, raising Chloe's suspicions, but not enough to say anything. Jumping to conclusions and making wild accusations is Lucifer's job.

Sighing with nostalgic longing, Chuck glances up at Chloe and smiles slightly again. "Of his generation, the ones created before his Fall, Samael – Lucifer – is one of the youngest, you know. Maybe that's why he always got up to so much mischief. And maybe why he was one of Gods favorites."

Chloe can't help but snort a little. "Favorite. Right. As long as he was a good boy and behaved himself. Didn't step outside the lines. The first sign of any original thinking though and they tried to suppress it. Get him back in line, make sure he's the same properly brainwashed little soldier as everyone else." She can't help but sound a little bitter and harsh at how Lucifer said he was treated and it breaks her heart so see how loving he used to be. Being rejected by your entire family and being sent to rule over Hell which is filled with the worse of the worst who would no doubt exploit and attack any weakness, certainly left deeper scars on Lucifer than Chloe ever imagined.

"Everything happens for a reason. Certain things /have/ to happen. For the right path to be chosen. If all those things hadn't happened to Lucifer and he wasn't the man he was today, think of what your life would have been, the potential of cases to go unsolved." Chuck reminds her as he turns toward her slightly. "I'm not saying what happened was good. I – I can't imagine any parent being happy about it, no matter how betrayed they felt." He shrugs a little for a moment. "I'm not trying to make any excuses. You were right, what happened was wrong, and I'm sure is regretted." He reassures quickly as he can see Chloe was getting ready to argue. "But that's not important. You should watch, observe. See if you really would have loved this Lucifer as much as you do, as he is now." He insists, stepping back and motioning her toward the others.

Choosing not to waste her time arguing, Chloe turns toward where Lucifer is still standing, though Azrael seems to have left while she was talking to Chuck. When she turns to ask him another question, she blinks a few times since he's now gone, and sighs before she steps closer to better hear the conversation.

"I'm not going to fight you. I don't care if it's just a spar. You're one of the best warriors of Heaven. Why would I risk it?" Lucifer asks Amenadiel with amusement, shaking his head for a moment. He turns when another of their brothers walks by, ironically atypical with creamy wings and blonde hair. He stops to smooth down a few feathers on Lucifer's wings and the future Devil smiles and nods. "Ah, that's what itched a bit. Thanks, Zeb." He says with obvious affection for his sibling.

The blonde angel nods with a boyish grin before moving on, and Amenadiel grins at Lucifer. "You're just afraid I'm going to win. Come on, brother." He wheedles, nudging his shoulder. "How am I supposed to improve my skills? We all know you're no slouch. And you've got more stamina than Gabriel. Though it's hard to pin him down, he's even more mischievous than you. And you know Michael and Raphael can't lower themselves to our level, to possibly consider sparring." He points out with sarcasm, shaking his head but seeming amused.

Lucifer laughs, clapping Amenadiel on the shoulder. "Yet another reason not to cross swords with you, brother. I'm sure you're far better than me." He reassures, though they both doubt the validity of that. "I'm not sure why Father gives Michael so much responsibility. I don't care if he's first born or not, he's stuck up." He says with amusement, shrugging a little, his wings moving as well. "Instead of sparring, how about we go flying?" He offers, his wings rustling restlessly.

Chloe just stares and listens, shaking her head in surprise at the easy way Lucifer talks and interacts with those around him. Without the constant drink in his hand, without the constant suspicion and all the walls he normally has up. She has to admit to herself however, that without the snark, the jaded sarcasm, the suggestive comments, Lucifer is far less interesting. He's still handsome as ever, and charming sure. To her, what makes him Lucifer is missing. This man being Lucifer's twin would be more believable than this being the man she shares a bed with.

Listening to the conversation, Chloe drifts closer to where the two are standing, listening and observing. Feeling a bit sad and wanting nothing more than to hug Lucifer - /her/ Lucifer – she reaches out gently and lays her hand on his arm. "I'm so sorry." She says quietly as she looks at him.

"Hello. Who are you?" Lucifer asks as he turns to look Chloe straight in the eye as she touches him, his smile open and easy but it's shocking to the Detective who gasps and jerks back from him, stumbling and falling back, but rather than impacting the ground she falls through it, screaming as she feels herself falling.

Unlike before, when she could sense no movement, this time as she falls from the brightness of Heaven, she has the terrifying sensation of falling. Down, down, down, ever darker until she can barely see her hand in front of her face, Chloe screams as she falls, knowing instinctively that the ground is rushing toward her.

Gasping, the Detective jerks awake, staring at the windows looking out over LA, her heart pounding and in the beginnings of a cold sweat. Cold despite the very warm, heavy arm over her and the warm body at her back, she shivers slightly, gasping briefly when the arm tightens and pulls her back against Lucifer.

"Are you alright?" The Devil sounds more awake than he has any right to, nuzzling comforting into Chloe's neck, placing a few tender kisses along her skin as he holds her. "You're shivering." He observes the frown audible as he props himself up on his elbow to look down at her in concern.

Rolling onto her back a little so she can look up at her Devil, Chloe reaches up and rests her hand along Lucifer's cheek, watching the man who she's become so intimately familiar with. The proper one, not the imposter from her dream. "I'm alright. Just a really strange dream, and then I was falling.." She smiles a little as she trails off. "I'm ok." She reassure as she lets her hand to rest it on his arm.

Relaxing a little, Lucifer nods and kisses Chloe's palm before it drops away. "Well come on, then. We still have a few hours to sleep." Laying back down, he slips his arm back around his Detective to pull her close to him to help warm her up and comfort her. "I'd never let you fall, darling." He murmurs in a slightly more sleepy tone.

Deciding not to tell Lucifer about her dream, considering how sensitive he normally is about all things God and Heaven related, Chloe snuggles up against him, accepting the comfort even though she still thinks of it as somewhat unusual. "Gonna need my sleep, dealing with shopping with you all day." She teasingly mumbles against him as she closes her eyes.

A deep chuckle vibrates through her body, even though the sound is quiet. "There's my Detective. You'll love the shopping. Who could resist spending time with me, hm?" He chuckles lightly again, adjusting the blankets before he adjusts his hold on her. "Go to sleep." He murmurs, starting to drift back off into sleep.

Chloe smiles a little and nods slowly. "Bossy. 'Night." She mumbles almost calling him 'Sammy' because her tired brain thinks it's amusing but she doesn't think he'd understand since her dream was just a dream, right? Still, it was interesting and nice and somehow she still remembers most of it for the moment. As she drifts off, rather than giving her the image from her previous ream, her mind conjures up the Lucifer from the first night they met, him sitting on a piano looking up at her with a sexy, smug, confident smile, but with a new softness in his eyes that she's seen recently. Just something to make her smile before she falls into unconsciousness.