Disclaimer: I don't own Lucifer...but I could be Lucifer ;)

Authors Note: Okay so I'm gonna just say I'm kinda nervous about posting this one - this hits very close to home with me. My therapist (yes I have a therapist - maybe I am Lucifer) ;) said that writing helps, as you can immerse yourself in another world. And you lovely people have made me feel so welcome to this fandom, so thank you!

It is taken from an idea I had about why Chloe is immune to the Devil's powers. Malcolm didn't react to Lucifer' nasty face because he'd been to hell and I thought what if there was something Chloe did when she was younger that put her in that same position and making her immune to the Devil (hints toward suicide)

The Devil was bored.

When that happened the only demon that would even venture close to Lucifer was his trusty right hand, Mazikeen. He stalked through the halls of his home, not with any particular destination in mind, he just needed to move, to do something, he wasn't the type to sit still. The screams of the damned echoed all around him and he was just about ready to shout and tell them all to shut the hell up when he saw her.

His legs had carried him to his throne room, the place where he would decide what punishment the souls that arrived in his domain should receive for the rest of their pitiful after life.

Lucifer titled his head as he studied her. She was quite young, couldn't be more than twenty, give or take and she had the most beautiful, blonde flowing hair, like a halo of gold shining in such a dreary place. She didn't belong here. He stepped slowly into the room, watching with fascination as she finally turned her head and saw him approach. Her pale eyes widened, not in fear but more like surprise.

The Devil was intrigued.

Souls that first arrived in hell would be sent here, to this very room, they would remain frozen in place, unable to do or say anything unless he wanted them to. One of the perks of being the Prince of Darkness.

With a slow steady stride, one hand tucked into his pocket, he walked around her, studying her like a predator would before it attacked it's prey. So young, he thought, and so pure. He couldn't for the life of him think what she could have done to warrant a place in hell. There was goodness oozing from this young woman.

Finally he stopped in front of her, his dark eyes examining everything from the marks on her skin, her height, her pale blue eyes that hadn't stopped staring at him since he ventured into the room and finally he found what had landed her here.

In one step they stood almost nose to nose and taking no notice of her wide eyes, he grasped her arm, turning it over with a gentleness he didn't even know still existed within him. He traced his fingers softly over the marks on her skin and pressed his lips against them.

"Oh my dear. I am so very sorry." With a click of his fingers he released his hold on her. Then he stepped back and waited for her to say something.

"Am I dead?" she asked tearfully, her eyes darting around the large room and wrapping her arms around herself to keep warm. Who knew hell would be cold?

"Yes, I'm afraid so."

"Oh my God," she cried, covering her face with both hands and sobbed quietly, her shoulders trembling as she tried to make sense of it all.

Lucifer flinched at the mention of his father but he didn't say anything. For some reason this mortal was making him feel things. He'd never felt anything before in his life, well, certainly not since his fall.

"He won't help, I'm afraid. When it comes to this sort of thing he's quite; judgy."

She wiped her eyes and looked up at him. "Are you the Devil?"

"Indeed I am." He said, taking a slight bow.

"You're not what I was expecting."

"Yes, well, most souls don't get to see my nicer side, Darling. They usually get the nastier side."

"Why?" she asked, hesitantly. Her curiosity getting the better of her.

He smiled and stepped closer to her, pleased that she didn't back away from him. He grasped her chin gently with his thumb and forefinger, tilting her head from side to side as he tried to find the reason why she was unlike the others. "I'm not quite sure. There is something different about you, my dear."

She stood stiffly in front of him, doing her very best not to let her fear show. "What happens to me now?"

"Now I get to decide your fate." Lucifer let go of her and took a small step back, giving her some breathing space, although he really didn't know why he did that. He was the Devil, a torturer of damned souls, he wasn't supposed to be kind.

"My father died, and my mother and I, well we...I don't know, we drifted apart, and -" She shook her head sadly. "It doesn't matter. I don't even know why I'm telling you this."

Lucifer felt an ache forming in his chest and he rubbed it absently as he watched her. "Well I've decided." He suddenly announced and the young woman jumped. He shot her an apologetic smile and then dusting his perfectly tailored suit of ash he walked around her with a predatory glint in his eye. Stopping directly behind her, he trailed his fingers down her arm enjoying the shiver that ran through her. He leaned closer until they were almost touching and he was quite impressed that she remained exactly where she was considering he'd given her the choice to move, and he breathed her in. Her soul still burned brightly and he gnawed his lower lip before pressing his lips to her neck. "You may go. It's not often this happens so I'd make the most of it if I were you. You made one mistake, Chloe Decker, don't make another."

She stared at him with wide eyes. Her excitement at being able to go home warring with her fear that he was tricking her. That's what the Devil did, didn't he? "What? You're letting me go back?"

"Yes. It would appear so, wouldn't it?" He made a shooing motion with his hand. "Off you pop."

With a snap of his fingers she vanished in a blaze of white light and he winced at how blinding it was. He wasn't sure if his father would challenge his decision but Lucifer didn't care. If the old man had a problem he could bloody well come down and speak with him. Like that was ever going to happen.

"You let a soul go?" Maze snapped from behind him.

Lucifer spun to face his demon, his eyes flashing red. "Never question my decisions Maze! Are we clear?"

She lowered her gaze obediently. "Forgive me, Lucifer."

"I suppose so. Now where was I before I got distracted? Oh that's right, I was BORED!" his voice echoed throughout hell, every single demon and damned soul quaking in fear that he'd take his frustrations out on them.

"You have another guest." Maze pointed behind him and the Devil spun to greet their new guest. A tall, balding man with beady eyes and a stout belly.

"And who do we have here?" Lucifer purred, stalking closer to the man. Within moments of gazing into the man's eyes, the windows to the soul and all that, he could tell that this one definitely belonged here.

Lucifer' grin turned bloodthirsty and Maze found herself shivering with anticipation. The Devil was a sight to behold when he was punishing depraved souls.

"You like children do you? Well we have a horde that would love to meet you." He turned to Maze with a raised brow. "Care to fetch them for me Maze."

The demon nodded and rushed out of the throne room to fulfil the task set by her creator.

Lucifer stalked around the man, delighting in his fear and letting his form shift from pale angel to crimson beast. The man had almost screamed himself hoarse before Maze even returned from the deepest, darkest pit in hell with their most terrifying guests. The most evil of children' souls were kept far away from Lucifer, he couldn't stand the sight of them but in cases like this, they had their uses.

He smirked at the children. "Have fun."

Even Lucifer shuddered at the childish giggling sounding from behind him as the man screamed and begged God for forgiveness.

"Good luck with that pal." Lucifer snorted and followed Maze out in to the hall. "So Maze, while that chap is being taken care of, how about we find something else to do to keep me entertained."

Maze dragged her nails down the Devil' arm, biting her lip seductively. "We could go to the pit? Or the painfields?"

"Surprise me."