Hi everyone !

A new story for you ! It happens between S01x09 - S01x10 ! The original and complete version (in french) is available on my profile : " The Morningstar".

Enjoy and review as usual !

BLOODY HELL

Lucifer sighed for the thousandth time, which had the gift of annoying Chloe for the thousandth time. The detective shook her head, resigned : why should she hope for a little maturity and patience from him? She slowed down the car and took the first right, peering through the deserted and poorly maintained streets. Piles of rubbish littered almost all the sidewalks, rats fleeing under the gutters, frightened by the headlights of the car. Apart from the frequent and insistent sighs of her partner and the purring of the engine, there reigned a ghostly calm. Ghostly. It was the appropriate word. This part of L.A. had been abandoned for decades to the homeless, street gangs and...rats. Seeing the general condition of the neighborhood, it was hard to doubt: broken windows, garbage in abundance, parasites...

Chloe was on her guard. It was just an apparent calm. After the thousand-and-one sigh to her right, the young woman tightened her hands a little more around the wheel and strove to calm.

" Yes...Lucifer...Something to say ? "

She quickly glanced at the latter. Lucifer Morningstar was certainly seductive, charming, smart sometimes...He couldn't help but pull her out of her hinges. She was convinced that he was enjoying it. Lucifer wore his usual Prada suit with an immaculate white shirt. His Louboutin shoes patted nervously inside the car.

He sat up in his seat and glared at her :

" May I know why I'm not allowed to drive my own car ? ", he exclaimed, his British accent amplified by his frustration.

" It was your idea, I remind you...Idea not too stupid for once, by the way...", whispered the detective, peering through the dark path in which they were engulfed.

Lucifer's black eyes flashed and he crossed his arms on his chest.

" My ideas are always grandiose, Detective. Even if you don't want to admit it...However, it didn't seem to me to have suggested that you take the wheel of my car ! "

Chloe sighed in turn. She accelerated, re-explaining him, exasperated :

" It's not for pleasure, Lucifer...We must serve as bait, remember ? This gang apparently only targets luxurious cars in the vicinity of this neighborhood. There is no more luxurious and excessive than you and your car...You're not a cop. I am. That's why I'm driving the car and you don't! Understood?! "

Lucifer rolled his eyes and passed a hand through his dark hair, agitated by the gentle breeze. Chloe gave him a sideways glance. How such a handsome man could be so immature? This feigned immaturity or not had its charm : Lucifer without childishness wouldn't be Lucifer, wouldn't it ? But the moment was badly chosen to bear his usual whims.

" At least I have the merit of being luxurious to your eyes, Detective..." , he said, his dark eyes turned towards the ghostly landscape. " I wouldn't deserve my title of Prince of Darkness if I didn't live in accordance with my rank...Humility and poverty don't go hand in hand with the Devil, isn't it ? "

The detective couldn't help smiling. His identity delirium was no longer really a problem for her : all that was part of the character. After all, the Devil was a powerful figure, free from all control that his own. Pure freedom, pleasures, no taboo...yes. The Devil was perfectly suited to Lucifer's character. The fact that it was from his imagination mattered little. Lucifer was an acceptable incarnation of the Devil himself. The latter mechanically caressed the jewel around his right ring finger.

" This subterfuge would be more plausible if I drove...", he sighed, looking up and down the detective.

" Should I understand that I'm not luxurious enough for you ? "

" Oh no...no ! You are very luxurious for me...", he exclaimed, a nasty smile rising on his lips. " But not your outfit, unfortunately...You smell cop ten kilometers away..."

Chloe was about to reply when she thought see on the road – a few hundred yards – a kind of line with silvery reflections, occupying the entire width of the road.

"What th...? "

Lucifer kept duplicating nonsense, but she hardly listened to him. Her blood froze in her veins and her eyes widened in terror.

Nails...

At the speed at which they drove, she couldn't stop in time. She hardly pressed on the brake pedal, hoping to change something to the inevitable. Lucifer clung to the dashboard of the car, swearing at night :

"BLOODY HELL ! "

To be continued...

I hope there isn't to much mistakes ^^'