AN:Were at the end of the road. Thanks for all of your support. I have already started work on the seqeul so keep your eyes peeled for that.

Lucifer gently stroked her head once more, as Chloe murmured in her sleep. Sweat dripping from the detective's head, as the young devil tried his best to wipe every drop of sweat that formed on her face. However, it was little use. As the sweat appeared faster than the devil's small hand could work. He let out a soft sigh as he got off the bed and went into the living room of his penthouse. Lucifer had decided to take her there not to worry the Detectives spawn too much. Maze had gone to check on Trixie and quite frankly Lucifer was pleased by this.

He got up from the bed and walked into the room quietly, not saying a word to the Demon nor to the Angel as he moved towards the bar. He rummaged through the drawers looking for a cup and aspirin for his Detective. Though due to his short stature he couldn't reach anything.

His mind had slowly come back, but his body was still damaged. So, here he was. The devil himself. Struggling to reach a high up cupboard that normally would be easy for his much taller self. He hadn't heard Maze open the cabinet, he only saw her outstretched hand with aspirin and a small red cup(from one of his many "fun Fridays").

He looked up at her, the demon stared blankly at him. He groaned little and snatched the items out of her hand.

"How is she…" Maze said softly as Lucifer headed back to his room. His head snapped back around, his dark eyes meeting hers again.

"How do you bloody well think!" The devil growled as he went back into his room. Times like these he wished he had a door to his room so he could slam it in her face.

He came back out a few hours later. An empty bottle of aspirin and melted plastic cup in hand. He stomped over to the trash can at the bar. Demon and Angel alike staring at Lucifer curiously.

"She still hasn't cooled down?" Amenadiel asked curiously, watching Lucifer pull bits of melted plastic off his hand.

He shot his brother a look of pure annoyance as he walked over to the thermostat. "What, do you think brother?" He said gesturing towards the thermostat that read, 250 degrees. "I'm damn well impressed the fire department hasn't been called at this point," Lucifer said in annoyance that almost made the angel laugh. Though he couldn't help it. Seeing the powerful devil, who could melt minds with just a look of his normal face. Stomp around in the Body of a pissed off seven year old was enough to make even a celestial being giddy. That only annoyed the young devil more. "Yes, yes. Haha. I know this highly entertaining to you." Lucifer said as he rolled his eyes.

"It is pretty amusing," Maze added. Which only fueled Lucifer's fire further.

"I didn't ask for you bloody opinion right now Maze!"

The demon rose to her feet and moved over towards Lucifer. She towered over him currently, but his currently blazing red eyes still sent shivers down her spin. She, however, would never let that show around her boss. They both stood there ground burning holes through their skulls with their gazes. "I did what I had to protect you."

Lucifer groaned in annoyance. "Oh, please Maze.

I would have been fine!"

The demon laughed wickedly. "Oh, yes. Completely fine. You were only on your deathbed several times this week. Now you're still stuck in this body that's weak and feeble. You couldn't even remember what was truly happening till a day ago!" Mazikeen spat. "What Chloe did was her choice, I just didn't stop it!" Maze growled.

"Oh, please. You knew she would do that. You knew she would risk everything to save me, and you don't even care."

His words stabbed Maze in her heart, and she grabbed the young devil by the chin. Pulling him forward next to him in one violent tug. "Of course I cared! I care about Chloe just as you do, but I knew that's what needed to be done to get you back."

Lucifer just laughed again. "No, you didn't Maze! It was just a stroke of Dad's luck that the Detective is ok!"

"Or maybe Chloe is just a lot stronger than you give her credit." Maze said bitterly as she loosened her grip on his chin. She moved away from him and went back into the couch. She fell back and wrapped her arms around her chest as she stared at the ceiling.

Lucifer looked back at the room where Chloe lay still sleeping. Her body had barely moved since they had brought her back a few hours prior. The young devil sighed and sat down at the bar as he ran a hand through his curly hair. Perhaps Maze was right. Maybe Decker was syringe than he knew. He shook his head, of course, she was strong. That woman was stronger than all hell. He knew that all too well. Ever since the first day he had quite literally bothered her to death he has known what a burning flame she truly was. Shutting him down keeping him in his place. Him the literal devil. Of course, she had just thought him to be delusional, but still. She never let others walk all over her. She stood her ground. She fought through unimaginable pain when her father died, a pin Lucifer didn't understand. He, however, knew that Chloe's father's death had shaped her into the women that she now was. Forged in a fire as all good creations were, well at least in his opinion.

He looked at Maze again who had her head turned away from him. He had been too harsh on the demon, but father be damned if he let his pride slip for a moment to tell her this. He let out another soft groan as he placed his head on the counter. He felt the gentle touch of a hand on his shoulder as he lifted his head from the counter. Amenadiel looked down at his younger brother with a soft smile. "She will be ok." He did gently patting Lucifer's shoulder.

"What if she isn't, what if she is truly broken brother?"

Amenadiel laughed a little, to Lucifer's pure annoyance. "Ah, yes mock my young insecurities." He mumbled. Knowing that part of his younger self's emotions was still seeping through the cracks of his soul.

"I wasn't mocking you Lucifer. I just thought it was funny that you of all people would think someone would ever be broken beyond repair."

Lucifer poured himself a glass of scotch as he mindlessly played with the drink with his finger. It was absurdly quiet in his penthouse that evening. Typically sounds of people below, and a stranger that waited for his company in his bed kept the building pretty noisy.

However tonight he sat there alone waiting for his own personal Lightbringer to finally awaken. He kept playing with the drink for several minutes before downing the drink and returning to Chloe's side.

The last few days had been well, hell for the devil. A sort of hell on earth he hadn't experienced she since had nearly died roughly a year ago. Now there was an even worse possibility than death for the Detective. That she would wake up, and it would no longer be her. He moved over to her and laid down back by her side.

Messy hair glued to her sweat covered face. As she continued to murmur in her sleep. He gently placed his hand on her forehead pushing away those loose strands of hair that covered her eyes. He smiled softly to himself as he watched her breathing rise and fall for several moments.

"Oh, Detective what am I gonna do with you?" He asked softly as he gently pulled her onto his lap. Her head now peacefully resting on his thighs. He knew the detective would protest such behavior between the two of them, but he didn't care. Not anymore. He knew how he felt in his heart about her, and he knew she had risked everything for him. Though, he had done the same to protect her. They were each other's guardians Angels of the sort. A feeling Lucifer had never really experienced.

He had gotten used to being stabbed in the back after years upon years of manipulation by those around him. Along with being used for what he presented, along with his authority in hell. He had never truly experienced anything like what he and the Detective had until he met her.

Now, he had someone who truly cared for him. She was not bothered by the truth. Nor was she frightened by the scars that hid beneath his skin. She accepted him for who he was, no matter what.

He looked at her sleeping figure once more as he laid back and fell asleep beside her. His arm gently draped over her sleeping body.

Chloe moaned a little as she started to come too. Her body arched in such a way that she was sure that she had never experienced pain to that degree before in her life. She took a shaky breath, and that nearly made her wanna cry. She very slightly moved her head to her as she winced. She moved over and pushed her head into the side of someone's body.

Chloe tensed, causing her to moan in more pain. Even simple reactions were currently crippling. Samael had told her hell comes at a price. What was to come was worse than the pain that the fires of hell themselves could bring. Chloe hadn't headed to Samuel's warnings at the time. Only wanting to save Lucifer, as much as the rest of the group had. Save their friend, get rid of the angel, and carry on. Chloe had done just that.

She had killed that angel.

Ripped her heart out with her own bare hands.

Tears threatened to spill from the detective's eyes again as the memories of what she had done were coming back to her. She closed her eyes shut as she started to whimper softly.

A moan could be heard next to her. She just then brought her attention to the matter that someone was beside her. She didn't open her eyes again, it hurt too much. She felt the person turn over to face her, as an arm draped over her body.

She tensed again.

Chloe hadn't even pieced together where she was. Let alone who she was with. She had been out for Lucifer father knows how long. Now she could possibly be in the hands of a stranger and she could do little to nothing about it due to the fact that she was in excruciating pain. She felt the mystery person's hot breath trickle down her face as she tensed a bit more.

The person that lay beside her sensed that and chuckled a bit. "Why so nervous detective, you've seen all my naughty bits."

Lucifer!

Play it cool decker.

"Not by choice mind you," that got another laugh from the person beside her. Though she still had a few fears in the back of her mind. "I-is...um that really you." She said softly. She didn't see it but she could sense the smile that crept on his face as she pulled her closer.

"Yes love, it's me."

She buried her head into his chest. Screw playing it cool. He was finally back. "I didn't think I would ever hear your voice again."

She could sense another smirk creep on his face. "Ah, so you admit you missed your handsome devil?"

She groaned a little, but admittedly even that hurt. "Yes, I missed you. Don't get a bigger head."

"Too late." He mumbled as he ran a hand through her hair. "How are you feeling, Detective?" Though the devil typically kept his cool around the fact that humans he cared for were in trouble, he knew that his fears for Chloe's safety had been on full display the last few days. So his pride would have to burn slowly for the time being.

"I feel like hell. Shitty pun intended." Another small laugh escaped the devil's lips, causing the Detective to smile in return.

Man, she had missed that.

"Well, you silly Sod. You did use the powers of hell to save my life. It's gonna hurt."

Chloe nodded a tiny bit in return to him. "I don't know how you do it."

"Do what, Luv?"

"That. Have all that hell in your eyes and in your soul and still be...well you."

Lucifer sighed a little. Chloe could feel him shifting to run his hand through his hair. "I've grown with it. It has changed me, you saw that."

"You mean Samael."

"Yes, he was me when the fires of hell corrupted him. Broke him. It changed him for the worse. So, as millennia passed I learned how to control it, forced Samael and his corrupted ways back into the furthest reaches of my mind. Until it was just I in control."

Chloe nodded slowly. "Though, he still gets out from time...and things don't go well." Lucifer continued. Chloe could hear the annoyance in his voice. Frustrated that Samael had gotten to her. Frustrated that the old version of him had pushed through and forced Chloe to risk her own life. Just to save his. Chloe knew not being in control irritated Lucifer. It made him feel weak and powerless. Chloe slowly moved her arm onto his chest.

The devil froze under her touch. "C-Chloe…" he said softly. Though she softly silenced him, by gently rubbing his arm.

"This isn't your fault."

She scoffed at that. She rubbed his hand a bit more. The devil's body tensed again. "It's not Lucifer, this isn't your fault."

He turned and looked at her. His dark eyes meeting her bright ones. "Then who's fault is it? My fathers?" He mocked. Chloe sighed and shot him a look.

"It doesn't matter who is to blame, all that matters if you're not at fault here."

Lucifer groaned and shot up from the bed. "It bloody well is, Detective. Samael did this to you. An angel of the high court attacked us. All these problems. All this misery, it's because of me!" He slammed on his chest in irritation, before moving his hand up to his hair as he ran his fingers through it in frustration. "It's my fault it's all my fault."

Chloe gently took his hand again. He turned away from her. Not wanting her to look at him. She continued to stroke his hand gently as she closed her eyes again. "You're not a monster Lucifer." She murmured as sleep threatened to pull her away again. "You never have been."

Tears dripped from his eyes at her words. Women as pure of heart as Chloe cared for him. Nearly died for him. Almost losing her life because of his past. However, here she was. Still by his side. Not able to keep her eyes open for longer than a few moments, but she was there to comfort him. Even when he didn't deserve her attention. Her affection. Her pity. He deserved to be locked away from his crimes. Thrown in a cage, and then dispose of the key. Though, he knew his detective would never think that way. She would always protect, and he wasn't deserving of the reason why she did that.

He turned back to her a few moments later, her eyes closed. A few drops of sweat rolling down her face. He moved back to her side, gently pulled her into his lap, and wrapping his arms around her.

"L-Lucifer…" she moaned. The devil ignored her words as tears continued to roll down his cheek. "Lucifer...are you-"

"Yes, I am Detective...but...let's just ignore it...please." His tears continued to roll down his face, as she moved a little in her arms. Gently touching his chin, wiping away the tears. "I-I thought I was going to lose you." He mumbled.

Chloe's heart froze. She had never heard Lucifer be so open, and honest with how he felt. Especially around her. He always covered it with jokes and sexual innuendos. This time though they were all on display. She gently took his hand into hers again. Squeezing it gently, her body still screaming in agony. Her fingers gently traced the top of his hand as he slowly collected himself. "You're not gonna lose me, Lucifer."

"You've almost died twice because of me!" He snapped his red eyes glowing at her. Typically that would startle the Detective. Causing her to run. To turn her back on him. If only for a moment. However, her body wouldn't let her move. She instead gently let out a sigh.

"You've always been there to protect me. Lucifer you are the reason I'm not dead."

He groaned a little, more tears threatening to spill from his eyes. "You truly are my guardian devil." That did that. That caused the poor devil to dip his head down next to hers, and sob like the poor broken man he truly way. Decker gently ran her hand through his hair. "This time, however, Lucifer, it was my turn to save you." She slowly turned her body so she was once again locking eyes with his. Lucifer's eyes burned red, stained from the tears strolling down his face. "And I suppose," she said as she gently whipping a few tears from his eyes. "I'm not quite done saving you." He chuckled softly as he pulls her completely on top of him.

"L-Lucifer." She said hesitantly.

"We're not going to do the nasty, Detective." He said softly as he pulled her against his chest. His long body practically engulfing the Detective. She moaned slightly as he moved her a little too quickly. "Sorry." He mumbled as he buried his face into her hair. Tears still streaming down his eyes, soaking the detective's hair. The mixture of the soft tears and extremely warm skin causing stems to rise from detectives head. She could feel him grin. "I guess you could say this is getting st-"

"Don't you dare ruin this moment with your inability to not cover up the pain with cheap one liners," Chloe mumbled, hiding her own smile beneath a forced scowl.

"You're no fun." The devil whined.

Chloe shrugged just a bit. "I try."

After Lucifer had pulled himself together, which to his embarrassment had taken quite some time to do. Though, in all fairness it would take anyone time to recompose themselves after a millennia worth of bottled up emotions came loose.

The two lay perfectly still side by side. They had done so for several hours.

Chloe not having enough strength to get up.

Lucifer not wanting to leave her side.

He would ask her simple questions every now and then when she was awake. Was she ok? Could he do anything for her, did she need water? The Detective always brushed him off and said she was fine, and that she couldn't believe that she was telling the devil himself. The being without a care in the world half the time, was worrying way too much. Though, she supposed it wasn't the first time she had seen him worry about her. It was honestly very sweet. However, at this moment it was getting on her nerves, that he was asking her for the fifth time in the Spain of thirty minutes if she needed water.

"Lucifer, for the last time in fine."

He sighed a little. "All right, all right. I'll stop." He paused for a moment. "Are you sure."

She groaned and buried her face into his neck again, which thankfully silenced him.

They stayed there for a few more moments till Lucifer spoke up again. "Did you mean what you said?"

His question confused the half awake Detective. Who was nose to nose with the devil as she uses his long arms for blankets. "What do you mean Lucifer?"

He shifted a little, clearly uncomfortable that he had to ask an already uncomfortable question again. "The other night, when you were talking to my father...did you mean what you said?" He waited for a few moments, but no response. He looked at her and realized she had dozed off mid sentence. "Bloody brilliant." He mumbled as he rolled onto his back. He looked up at the ceiling and scowled. "You're getting a kick out of this aren't you?" He asked the heavens.

He groaned knowing his father would not give him the answer. He turned to look at the Detective again. Who was snuggled under his arms. Sleeping peacefully despite the fires of hell still swarming in his head.

He supposed he didn't need his father's to answer his question, nor the Detective.

He was certain he already knew the answer.

And that made the devil finally realize something.

That his father had finally done something right.

The end.

AN: And that's it, that's the end. Thank you guys so much for all the support through this story, I have really appreciated it! More to come soon, hope to guys enjoyed!