What first shocked Chloe was how very different that was. For the first time she had not seen bright white light, instead she saw the dimensions twisting around them, colour filled her sights moving slowly rather than the blur of white she was used to. And then the world came to, appearing within those dimensions.

She gasped in shock when they arrived. "What was that?"

She barely had time to breathe the words before her daughter cried out and she felt small arms wrap around her tightly.

Chloe wrapped her arms back around her daughter in turn, but she was in shock. Her wide, light coloured eyes looked up to meet Lucifer's dark and swimming ones as he sat still on his knees beside her.

There were a number of rustling sounds and the two of them became aware of both Dan and Linda who had been sitting on the couch.

Lucifer didn't take notice of what they said. He felt like he was underwater and they were above it; their voices muffled and far away. Chloe said something to them, her eyes momentarily dancing away from his before she met his gaze once more. And Lucifer couldn't tear his eyes away from her even if he wanted to. Her eyes swam with care and concern, while confusion twisted deep within. But, right now she needed to reassure her daughter who had not slept, her big brown eyes heavy with and her cheeks stained with tears. Lucifer didn't know what time it was, only that it was black outside; even the stars had hidden away after the events of that night.

So he watched as Chloe cuddled her daughter, consoled her, comforted her and he felt out of body when they pulled him into their embrace.

He was uncomfortable, stiff, but he allowed their arms to surround him. He could smell the soft, comforting scent he knew as Chloe mixed with the sweet, more unfamiliar scent of Trixie. And there was something very soothing about their embrace. It was so welcoming, so loving. A strong feeling of family surrounded him in this moment and he found himself relaxing into their gentle hold.

Then, they pulled back and Lucifer opened his eyes to see Chloe's were shining slightly with unshed tears.

"You saved mummy," Trixie's small voice cracked Lucifer's drowning mind. "You brought her back."

Lucifer had to look away from Chloe, staring instead at her daughter as his heart picked up unsteadily and he swallowed with difficulty.

For he hadn't saved her. He hadn't brought her back. His Dad had. After he stole her and used her forcing her to lose her life. He'd then brought her back with the last of his own light.

Forgive me, Samael…

Lucifer's fists clenched, his jaw cracking and he stood suddenly, turning away. His hands subconsciously searched his body for cigarettes, but he found none as all he still wore was his shirt and suit pants. He turned his attention to the glasses littering the coffee table; but they were void of alcohol, so his gaze travelled to the kitchen desperately seeking out a bottle of some kind of mind numbing substance.

But then, a soft, warm hand slipped into his, holding his own tightly. And Lucifer looked up, following the arm to its owner and finding Chloe's eyes once more.

He couldn't breathe for a moment, his heart thudding painfully in his chest as he did not know how to feel. He didn't know how to deal with this confused grief that tore through his being.

Just at that moment there was a loud rustle of feathers, lavender in colour, as they appeared announcing the presence of Gabriel and…

"Agh, I hate flying…" Maze grumbled uncomfortably, moving away from the red headed angel immediately. "Thanks for leaving me on the angel infested beach," she added, but there was no force to her voice as her eyes fell thankfully on both Chloe and Lucifer.

"Brother," Gabriel said immediately. "A moment," she inclined her head outside before moving toward the door.

Lucifer merely stared, not willing or wanting to move.

"Please, Brother," Gabriel repeated, pausing by the door when Lucifer didn't move.

"Why?" Lucifer asked, his voice low and raspy, and the sound of it surprising everyone for this was the first time he had spoken since appearing with Chloe in his arms. "What do you want?"

"I…" Gabriel's voice shook just slightly; she was good at controlling her emotions, but her grief flickered through her eyes, betraying what she felt beyond the impassive look she tried to keep. "We will say farewell to Father together," she said as evenly as she could, "as a family. You should be there."

Lucifer's eyes narrowed immediately, his hand tightening around Chloe's. "You don't get to pick and choose when we should be a family," he hissed with quite a bit of venom despite his hoarse voice. "Mine is here," he added very quietly. "Yours is up there. Go home."

Gabriel's eyes flickered over the room, lingering on Chloe whose heart had already skipped several beats after Lucifer's soft words: 'Mine is here' and it now jolted when his sister's green eyes saw something in her that she didn't yet understand.

"Don't you realise what he did for you?" Gabriel asked, her own voice very quiet this time as she turned her eyes back on her brother. "Is she not the greatest gift you could have-"

"She isn't a possession!" Lucifer's eyes flared wildly and his hand gripped Chloe's so tightly she was losing circulation. His eyes flickered to her when her fingers squirmed in his grasp and he visibly calmed himself, loosening his hold. He turned back to Gabriel, the room still silent behind him. His heart thumped painfully, this confusing grief in his chest getting beyond his control. "He didn't understand," his voice was quiet this time, and it shook just slightly. "Just… just go back to your home and leave me…" his eyes flickered to Chloe, "us," he emphasised the word, "out of it."

There was a long moment where Gabriel merely looked at her brother, her eyes sad. Then finally, she turned away. "I will be here when you are ready to grieve Him," she said softly, facing the door.

"Grieve Him?" Lucifer nearly choked on the words. "Him?! You think just because He's gone that heals everything?!" he took an angry step toward her, but his throat was getting tight, his eyes burning while his body shook, the only thing keeping him together was Chloe's hand still tightly within his. "Maybe He got exactly what He deserved!"

Gabriel breathed in sharply, but she did not respond, instead she opened the door, stepping out into the night and letting her wings unfurl. She was gone with a gust of the wind just before the door swung shut behind her.

Silence resounded around them after her departure; Lucifer's unsteady breathing the only noise to break the stillness.

Then Lucifer turned, his dark eyes sweeping over the room, seeing the questions in everyone's eyes. Questions he did not wish to answer. He then looked at Trixie who was squeezing Chloe's other hand with both of her own, then his eyes fell on Chloe and his next ragged breath shook in his throat. "I…" he didn't know what to say, what to do. Tears glimmered in his eyes as much as they angered him and he wanted to hold them back and yet he couldn't.

But, Chloe seemed to know what to do, her teal eyes strong and understanding. "Wait in there for me?" she whispered quietly, tilting her head to her bedroom.

Lucifer swallowed thickly, feeling the eyes of the others boring into his back and he couldn't take it. He nodded shakily, letting go of her hand so that he could escape this room and their stares and their questions.

The door snapped shut behind him and everything made him feel once more out of body. For it was exactly as he'd left it the moment he realised Chloe was gone. Her scent was layered throughout the room, the evidence of their previous night was still fresh and it was all so real that it made his whole body tremble under the pain in his chest.

He found himself stumbling forward, finding his way to her en-suite and he fell against the basin, clutching the porcelain tightly and slowly looking up into the mirror before him.

He hardly recognised himself. Sand, dirt and blood coated his face and littered his wild, unkempt hair. His eyes were black and heavy, his cheeks stained with dried tears.

I am proud of what you are.

He squeezed his eyes shut, his hands forming fists and it took all his restraint not to punch the sink into oblivion. Why had he said those things?Must he torment him so even in death? And… did he mean what he said?

Lucifer slammed his fists against the sink, nearly cracking the porcelain. Why should he care!

And he'd stolen Chloe, used her like a tool.

Then he'd given her back to him. A saint.

With shaking fingers he grasped the tap, twisting it to let water gush from the faucet and Lucifer cupped both hands beneath it, splashing water over his face as he gasped.

Meanwhile, outside Chloe was left to deal with the others.

"What…" Dan breathed quietly.

"Is God…" Linda's hesitant voice came next.

"Was it Lucifer?" Maze asked lowly. "Did he do it?"

But, Chloe didn't answer any of them, her eyes shifting down to her daughter desperately clutching her arm. "Tonight is definitely not the night for questions," she said quietly. "And I think we could all do with some sleep, huh, Monkey?" she added with a smile to her tone, though her eyes couldn't hide her worries as she looked at her daughter.

But, Trixie shook her head immediately, her eyes glistening. "No I can't," she whispered earnestly, her little voice frightened. "I can't you'll disappear again!"

Chloe breathed out lowly, her heart aching for her daughter and she knelt down keeping their hands held tight. "I won't," she said gently. "And you'll know cause you'll be right beside me in there," she smiled softly, gently rubbing her daughters hands. "You can sleep with me in the big bed tonight. Will that work do you think?"

Trixie nodded quickly, her eyes lighting up even if a smile didn't touch her lips just yet.

"Ok, come on," Chloe smiled again, standing back up. "Let's get you tucked in." She turned to look at the others. "We'll talk tomorrow," she offered quietly. "But we're all… going to be ok now."

And with that she took her daughter away into her room after Lucifer, closing the door softly behind them.

She could hear the tap running in her bathroom and knew where he was. She brought Trixie up to her bed, tucking her under the covers and hugging her tightly. "I love you, Monkey," she whispered softly. "And I'm ok now," she promised. "I'm going to be right here," she soothed. "Do you think you can be brave here while I go talk to Lucifer for a minute to make sure he's ok too?"

Trixie still looked frightened with those big, brown eyes but she nodded slightly. "Will you both come sleep with me?" she asked in a small voice. "Lucifer makes me feel safe."

Tears very suddenly prickled behind her eyes at those words that were so innocent and honest coming from her little nine year old. "Yeah we will, sweetie," she smiled softly, holding those waterworks back. "You stay right here nice and warm ok? I won't be long."

Chloe gave her one more rub and kiss before leaning away and standing up. She smiled softly before turning to her en-suite, her empathy for Lucifer aching in her heart.

And it only grew when she entered the bathroom.

He sat on the floor, head in his hands as he leant against his elbows while the tap still ran in the sink.

She turned it off, and then knelt gently beside him, her hand coming out to rest on his knee. "Hey…" she said quietly, her tone very gentle.

She saw Lucifer's fists clench tighter against his thighs. "I don't know why I feel this way…" he pushed out and his throat sounded very tight.

Chloe moved her hand from his knee to cover his own hand and her other to his cheek. "Come here," she said softly, her thumb brushing over the dried blood on his jaw and she didn't know if it was his own or not.

She pulled him to his feet slowly, a little surprised when he willingly went with her movements.

"I'm…" her own words were shaky this time as she gently pulled him toward the shower. "I'm sorry I let Him use me," she whispered, those tears stinging her eyes again. "I didn't… I wouldn't have if…I-"

"I know," Lucifer's words were so quiet they were barely a whisper and his hand that wasn't being held by Chloe's came up to hold her cheek, his eyes swirling with these emotions as he looked at her like it was the first time he'd seen her. "I know how strong you are," his words were so touched with affection they made Chloe's heart quiver in her chest. And finally the smallest, tiniest hint of a smile tilted the corner of Lucifer's lips. "I know you would have told him to go shove it first."

The smile he had vanished very quickly after his words as another stab of both anger and pain hit him in the chest. He clenched his eyes shut, his forehead falling against Chloe's and his hand on her cheek held her face quite tightly.

He heard Chloe take a quick, shaky breath. "Did He send me back?" she whispered, and he could feel the breath of her soft words blow across his skin.

Tears squeezed past Lucifer's clenched lids and he nodded jerkily against her. "I wanted to kill him," he hissed through the tears, his eyes opening abruptly. "I was going to kill him," he insisted. "But I…I couldn't," his voice broke again and Chloe watched another pearl shaped droplet slip from the corner of Lucifer's agonised eyes. "After everything he's done I still couldn't do it," he continued in ragged, broken breaths.

Chloe swallowed hard, holding his gaze and moving her free hand to cover his on her cheek, stroking her fingers over his own. "I know how hard that would have been," she told him quietly, earnestly; understanding in her eyes.

"But then he gave you back," Lucifer rasped the words, the warmth of her hand over his bringing him comfort in ways he couldn't describe. "With the last of his light and I-"

Lucifer broke off, unable to finish. Not knowing what he wanted to say.

"I know," Chloe whispered quickly; though truly she did not know. She closed her eyes, breathing deeply. "I know," she repeated softly.

But, Lucifer was shaking his head roughly, his forehead still pressed against her. "There's more," he whispered raggedly. "I have to tell you…"

Chloe felt his whole body tensing up and she opened her eyes looking at him quickly. "It's ok," she said softly. "We have plenty of time. Just relax right now," she urged gently, her eyes travelled over his face, lingering again on the dried blood coating his skin. "Let me… let me wash this off you…"

Lucifer swallowed thickly, feeling her fingers move from his hand over to his own cheek before she lifted it away, and Lucifer's slipped from her face as she turned slightly to turn the shower on behind them and move the head up as high as she could reach so Lucifer could fit beneath it.

"Sorry I don't have a 5 star bathroom…" she said quietly with the smallest of smiles when she turned back round.

Lucifer's expression softened just slightly, his eyes lingering on the way her hair shone different shades of gold under the yellow bathroom light. "I…" he looked down, now watching her fingers undo the last buttons of his ruined prada shirt. "I don't know what I would have done if you… if you hadn't…"

Chloe leant up on her tippy toes, pressing her lips to Lucifer's to relinquish him the need to form more words. "Stop thinking about it," she said quietly against his lips and she pushed his shirt gently off his shoulders before then removing her own. "Everything's going to be ok now, right?" she asked softly, slowly removing the last of her garments while keeping her eyes glued to Lucifer's.

Lucifer tried to nod, but he had never felt more like he was in a dream as he watched Chloe step back into the shower, hot water cascading over her while her teal eyes shone with light and she held her hand out to him; open, bare, vulnerable.

He removed the last of his clothing, joining her in this state of vulnerability, his eyes never leaving hers as he stepped beneath the turrets of gloriously warm, soothing water.

His arms wrapped around her immediately, something letting go inside him as he pulled her flush against him, holding her tighter and with more earnest than ever before. Water flowed through his hair and down his back washing away the events of that night and he rested his cheek against Chloe's hair, eyes closing as a slow, steady stream of tears joined the turrets of warm water rushing over them.

And the way he felt for having her back couldn't be clearer. There was love and passion in that embrace; a pure devotion that could not be hindered.

Chloe was engulfed in his hold, her head nestled under his and his skin was warm and heated liked the water that softly splashed the tiled shower floor at their feet. Her eyes were closed as she let the stream run endlessly over her, through her hair and down her face allowing them to be together in this moment of pure intimacy.

"I'm sorry…" she whispered against his chest and she felt his hold tighten. "I know it must be…hard, confusing… now He's gone…"

Lucifer didn't respond immediately, the water still splashing gently over them. Then he took a breath, and it shook slightly. "He asked me to forgive Him," he murmured finally.

Chloe opened her eyes, turning her head to look up at Lucifer. It only registered far away in the back of her mind how enormous this situation should be. For this was Lucifer, The Lucifer talking of God asking his forgiveness. But, she did not pay heed to that. Her concern was for him, the man she loved that stood before her. The great, omnipotent importance of this did not matter right now.

"I…" Lucifer continued, his eyes flickered between hers, the heat and steam from the shower intensifying everything. "I thought… it was another test of some kind, more manipulation…" his brow puckered, his heart thumping too hard in his chest. "But… I… may have been wrong."

Chloe watched the emotions flickering over Lucifer's face and she felt a stab of anger hit her. For it was cruel how he had been treated. She may not be able to comprehend what it was to be immortal and all powerful and to have created the universe itself… but she could never condone the 'tests' God put his children through for the 'greater good'.

"And…" Chloe said very quietly. "Do you… forgive Him?" she asked very carefully and she watched Lucifer's Adams apple shift as he swallowed with difficulty.

Lucifer lifted one hand from Chloe's bare back, allowing his wet fingers to trace the water stream down Chloe's face instead. He shook his head, resting his hand now to cup her cheek, warm water flowing through the gaps. "Do you think I should?"

"Doesn't matter what I think," Chloe said instantly, her eyes flashing. "I can't… I don't…" she huffed ever so slightly. "I do not like your Father…" she murmured finally.

Lucifer managed another very small smile, his eyes filled with something Chloe couldn't describe. "I never knew I could have this with you…" he said very quietly, his thumb brushing Chloe's glistening cheek. "I thought…" but then he frowned slightly, the sound of the shower surrounding them for a moment while his eyes swirled with grief and torment. "I…" his voice was shaky again, his body tensing; he had to tell her. "There's something I should... You need to… I-"

He broke off when Chloe laid her finger against his lips. Her eyes were warm, caring and he could feel the pulse of her heartbeat beneath the soft tip of her finger. She moved slowly away from his lips, her hand travelling his face, brushing the last remnants of blood or dirt from his skin while tracing his angular features gently. "Shh…" she whispered, watching his eyes flutter closed with a short ragged breath as her fingers painted pictures through the droplets of water dripping down his cheek. "All you need right now is to relax…" she continued, her heart missing several beats when his warm brown eyes reopened to capture her gaze with ardent intensity. "We can talk about everything in the morning…" she soothed, her hands still travelling softly over him, washing his skin of all excrement and she felt him shiver just slightly beneath her touch. "Let's just… for this moment… enjoy just being together?"

Her sweet and innocent words sank through Lucifer's skin, through his chest and wrapped themselves around his heart.

Then,

"Isn't that what this was all for?"

Her last words were no more than a breath that tickled his skin as she leant up against him, her tender, pink lips enclosing over his own as she kissed him with all she felt in her heart.

And Lucifer crumbled beneath her hold. He fell slowly back against the tiled wall, pulling Chloe with him and the cold stone against his skin was in such contrast to the heat of the steam surrounding them that he found himself gasping against her lips without control. And Chloe pressed herself closer, her skin so soft and wet and warm it was more luxurious than the finest silk in creation. And Lucifer let himself be engulfed by all of it. Her kiss tasted like the most beautiful concoction in all the universe and he drank it in like she offered him the elixir to life itself. The water washing over them merely melded them closer and every touch between them ignited fires in their wake. Feelings exploded in Lucifer's chest, flooding his veins and consuming him entirely as he clutched Chloe to him with such intensity as though he felt he would lose her if he let her go.

And Chloe couldn't think of anything else within his embrace. No whys for how she was alive. No questions for what the future held. No… in this moment she just wanted him. For right in this moment her heart was expanding with warmth that rivalled that of the heated water cascading over her shoulders. That warmth surrounded her with the steam holding them in this bubble of time where seconds passed like hours, one touch enough to light fires that could last eternities.

When they finally broke apart, heated breaths joined as they panted against each other's lips, Lucifer's eyes gazed over her, curls of black hair plastered to his forehead. Then he leaned back in, his hands leaving her back to cup her face as he kissed her softly and slowly again and again. He pushed them both directly under the stream of water, letting it cascade down their cheeks, past their joined lips, pooling where their chests met leaving no space between them.

They went on like this, their very souls feeling combined as steam and heat sealed them together. Passion, love and togetherness danced between their bodies and every feeling was pure, raw and tender. Heated skin pressed against cool glass or tiles while their gasps joined the steam in the air around them. Whispered words of love passed between them while each others names fell from their lips.

This wasn't about release or desire. This was solely about love and it was made so much more intense by what they had nearly lost.

They didn't stop till the water ran cold and finally they were forced to give in to the exhaustion beginning to plague them both.

"You're going to need these," Chloe smiled softly, passing him the biggest t-shirt she owned and his black, silk boxers from the bathroom floor.

Lucifer frowned, his eyes were still hooded and grieved, but they were soft at the edges when he looked at her. "Are you trying to domesticate me?" he queried in a voice more similar to his own that Chloe had not heard in a while. "I don't wear pyjamas. Why would you want me to hide this away?" he gestured to his body which was a glorious sight on her fluffy white bath mat.

"Well tonight you're going to have to," she said simply, nodding her head at the door for him to take a look.

Lucifer frowned further, moving forward to take a peek out the door. He rolled his eyes to the ceiling, a heavy sigh falling from his lips when his eyes fell on Trixie fast asleep and curled into a ball in the middle of Chloe's bed.

"Oh the things I'll do for you…" he muttered with another great sigh as though this would cost him dearly. "You're going in the middle," he added pointedly.

Chloe chuckled quietly, not missing the flash of warmth that lit Lucifer's eyes at the sound of her laugh. "Come on," she said quietly, moving around him, stroking her hand over his back before leading the way into her room.

Lucifer watched her for a moment longer, feeling a twinge of guilt in his stomach for the fact that he still had not told her. He pulled on her shirt which was still a little small for him, despite being baggy on her, and then his boxers before he followed her to her bed.

He watched her carefully slide into bed beside her daughter, her fingers brushing Trixie's brown hair off her forehead gently as she softly moved her toward the side of the bed.

And that guilt flushed further at the soft, loving smile Chloe held for her daughter. Then she turned that smile on him. "What are you waiting for?" she whispered softly, her words flowing across the dimly lit room.

Lucifer breathed in quickly, but waited no longer to slide into bed beside her. The domesticity of the moment felt very strange to him, but the warmth that awaited him overwhelmed that by far.

He found himself snuggling into Chloe's side, wrapping his arm over her and holding her close. She cuddled Trixie in turn, a smile spreading over her face, while a tear touched the corner of her eye.

She'd nearly left her daughter motherless, and she wasn't sure she could forgive herself for that, no matter the circumstances she had faced.

And yet, here she was. After everything. Her daughter in her arms, while she lay in Lucifer's… all three safe and together.

Lucifer was staring absently at the clock as it ticked past 6am in the kitchen while he slowly consumed half of yet another one of Maze's vodkas. He couldn't sleep. His mind kept wandering over everything that had happened... and how much everything would now change.

"Maze…" he murmured lowly, not turning around. "Stop lurking."

Maze rolled her eyes. "Why aren't you in bed with Chloe?" she asked after a sigh when she stepped forward, moving properly into the kitchen.

Lucifer drummed his fingers lightly against his glass. Guilt. That was why. He turned around, facing his demon, his eyes quickly darting over her form to check that she was ok considering everything he'd left her with that night. "Are you…" he studied her. "Alright, Maze?"

Maze stared at him. "We don't do this," she frowned, pointing between them. "I know you and Chloe are all… emotions and feelings now, but don't start going all soft on me."

Lucifer raised his eyebrows, but a tiny smirk curled at the corner of his lips. "Fine, forget I asked," he shrugged, taking another drink.

"I see you've been home and changed," Maze observed, eyeing his fresh 3 piece suit.

Lucifer inclined his head. "I was rather tired of looking like something the cat dragged in."

Maze looked at him for a moment longer. Then, "So what happened?" she asked rather bluntly.

Lucifer looked away from her, taking another drink. "Oh you know," he said in a tone that was far too flippant. "Dad's dead. Amenadiel's ruling Heaven. Chloe's a saint. Just your average day," he shrugged casually, now refilling his glass with too much vodka.

Maze stared; shock rooting her to the spot. She tried to determine which of those merited the most attention first. "Did you kill Him?" she asked finally; unable to withhold her dark curiosity.

Lucifer's casual façade vanished in an instant, his eyes darkening dangerously. "No…" was all he murmured, turning away.

"Then, how…?"

"He was already dying," Lucifer spat rather viciously. "Then he…he gave her the last of his light…" he muttered, his voice petering out.

"Chloe?" Maze questioned instantly.

Lucifer sighed quietly. "Yes…"

Maze's eyes widened briefly. "So she's… a saint now," she mused lightly. "All touched by the divine and shit…"

Lucifer merely huffed a noise of affirmation.

"Well… aren't you happy about that?" Maze frowned, crossing her arms over her chest.

Lucifer's face contorted into a scowl when he looked back at her. "Is the devil happy that he got what he wanted?" he snarled lowly. "And gets to keep it for the rest of eternity?" his words were heaped with self-loathing.

Maze raised her eyebrows. "Well you don't sound happy."

"She didn't get a choice!" Lucifer snapped sharply. "What if that's not what she wants?"

"Ah, I see," Maze smirked. "You're worried now she has forever that she won't want to spend it with you."

Lucifer growled in irritation. "That's not what I said."

"Well how did she take the news?" sighed Maze heavily, leaning against the counter. "Personally, I think it's awesome. She's like… properly one of us now."

Lucifer grit his teeth, unable to look Maze in the eyes again. "I haven't told her yet," he said lowly.

"Why not?" Maze demanded immediately, sounding annoyed.

"Because!" snapped Lucifer. "Every time I tried she stopped me. It was like she knew I was going to say something that would… break the mood. And she didn't want me to tell her right then."

Maze rolled her eyes with an exasperated sound. "Well you need to tell her."

"Obviously," growled Lucifer.

"Soon," Maze added.

"Obviously."

"And what's that?" Maze pointed at the pans Lucifer had laid out with ingredients.

"Breakfast," Lucifer muttered dully.

"Uh… no it isn't."

"I just haven't made it yet," Lucifer snapped in exasperation. "Because every time I do something happens. So I'm sorry if I don't know that I want to make it."

"You're so fucking weird," sighed Maze, leaning off the counter and heading out of the kitchen. "Well, at least it should be fun watching Amenadiel trying to run shit," she chuckled darkly. "And fucking it all up."

Lucifer watched her go silently, sipping his vodka before turning his eyes back to the clock still ticking on the wall.

"Lucifer?" Chloe's voice spoke this time and she sounded worried. His eyes flickered to her immediately, and he paused his movements, his glass hesitating before his lips. Her hair was mussed from sleep and she was still clad in her large T-shirt and cotton shorts that she'd worn to bed last night. In Lucifer's eyes she still looked like the most beautiful creature in creation. She exhaled slowly. "I… thought you'd gone," she said quietly. Her eyes flickered over him. "I suppose you did…"

Lucifer put his glass down on the bench beside him. "Yes, and you're welcome," he crooned, putting up a façade and gesturing to his well-dressed self. "I couldn't have your image of me marred by yesterday's appearance."

Chloe's expression didn't change and Lucifer sighed, façade sliding off his face. "Why would you think I'd leave?" he asked quietly.

Chloe looked at him. "Seriously?" her voice was touched by old hurt. "After your track record?"

Lucifer frowned this time, crossing the kitchen swiftly to stand right before Chloe. "You know it's different now," he said lowly, his eyes flickering between hers while guilt stung his stomach as it was true; his past self had given her good reason not to trust his commitment. "I'm not leaving," his words were full of fervour this time. "Ever. Not unless… unless you want me to."

Chloe exhaled a little raggedly, her eyes flickering down. "Sorry…" she muttered. "I suppose I just… panicked when you weren't there." She looked up, noticing the tumultuous look in Lucifer's eyes while he avoided her gaze. She reached out and took his hand, feeling certain that something was weighing on his mind. "What's going on, Lucifer?" she asked quietly, her thumb brushing over the back of his hand.

Lucifer looked up, capturing her gaze suddenly with a look in his eyes that Chloe could not decipher.

"It's about me isn't it?" Chloe asked quietly, feeling Lucifer's hand tighten around hers. His jaw clenched slightly, but he still didn't respond. Chloe breathed quickly. "I feel different," she said quietly. "I don't… know how to pinpoint it. But…" she watched several emotions cross Lucifer's face. "Something's changed hasn't it?" she urged, not letting him look away.

Lucifer finally nodded slowly. "I wanted to tell you last night," he said so quietly Chloe had to lean very close to catch his words.

Chloe nodded quickly, her breath catching. "Ok," she murmured softly, though nerves rolled her stomach with apprehension at what she was about to find out. "Well you can tell me now."

Then, Lucifer looked at her like it was both the last and the first time he'd seen her. He leaned in slowly, bringing his spare hand to cup her cheek and then he kissed with such intensity that Chloe's knees went weak at the touch of his lips and she knew whatever this was he was about to tell her… it was going to change things forever.

Lucifer's eyes remained closed when he pulled back from the kiss, his forehead leaning against hers. "He didn't just bring you back…" Chloe heard him murmur against her lips and her stomach trembled with nerves. "He… He made you a saint."

Chloe's brow puckered with confusion and she leaned back, watching Lucifer's eyes open to look at her with the same intensity to which he had just kissed her. "What?" Chloe breathed, confusion swimming in her eyes. "What does that mean?"

Lucifer exhaled slowly, his eyes boring into hers. "It… it means…"

He was struggling to say it; he didn't know why. But, he couldn't get it out.

Then, Maze reappeared from around the corner, heaving a great sigh. "Oh just tell her," she groused. "Come on. It's awesome," she looked at Chloe who had whipped her head around to look at her. "You're one of us now, Decker," grinned Maze. "Immortal," Maze's eyes lit up suddenly. "I wonder what else that means…" she crooned, then suddenly leant her elbow on the kitchen counter. "Arm wrestle. Now."

But, Chloe's heart was pounding out of her chest, her mind going fuzzy as she tried to replay the words Maze had just said. Immortal. Immortal?!

Lucifer had closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose before exhaling slowly. "Maze…" he growled lowly under his breath.

Chloe finally found her words. "Wait," her voice was shaky. "Wait what?" her head swung between the two other worldly beings. "I… I'm…"

But then, small footsteps trotted from Chloe's room. Trixie yawned widely. "Why's everyone up so early?" she asked the room. Then, she gasped in excitement. "Are we going somewhere fun?"

Chloe's head was spinning, and she pulled her hand from Lucifer's to push it through her hair instead while the other gripped the counter beside her. "I…"

"Chloe," Lucifer's quiet voice entered Chloe's fuzzy mind.

She looked at him, her light blue eyes wide and confused.

"Are you ok, Mummy?" Trixie's small voice sounded this time, but everything still seemed to be swimming in Chloe's head.

Chloe looked at her daughter quickly. "I'm fine, sweetie," she said quickly, though her voice didn't sound like her own.

"More than fine," Maze put in. "Now, are you going to test your strength or not?" she waggled her arm still waiting to wrestle.

"Maze!" hissed Lucifer again, anger flashing in his eyes.

"Oh come on!" sighed Maze. "Why are you all being so serious? This is a good thing!"

"It's complicated," Lucifer began, but Maze cut him off.

"No," she said simply, pulling her arm back. "It's simple. You're getting all 'human' and making it complicated."

"Would you both stop?!" Chloe cut in sharply, not looking at either of them. She breathed quickly, feeling both their gazes. She turned away suddenly. "I… I need some air," she muttered, moving quickly from the kitchen and out the front door.

Lucifer sighed lowly, throwing a dark look at Maze. "Well done," he snarled. "That went so smoothly."

"Well maybe you should have just told her rather than dragging it out!" Maze snapped back.

"I was about to tell her before you just launched in!"

"Yeah, right. Cause kissing her is telling her."

"Telling her what?" Trixie's little voice interrupted.

Lucifer looked at her quickly after throwing Maze one last irritated glance. "Your mother will need to tell you that one, Child…" he muttered quietly, before leaving the kitchen swiftly himself, following Chloe's steps out the door.

He found her staring at the sky, her arms wrapped around her to attempt to protect herself from the early morning chill in the air.

Lucifer walked over to her slowly, his shoes crunching on the crisp, dewy grass. "Chloe?" he murmured her name quietly, stopping with an arms-length of distance between them.

Chloe turned to look at him, her brow pinched together while her eyes had a suspicious sheen to them leading Lucifer to believe she was holding back tears.

"I…" Lucifer tried to speak again, but this time he didn't know what to say, his own eyes ringed with vulnerability.

"Why are you…" Chloe broke off, looking down at the ground for a moment as the tears stung her eyes again. She steadied herself determinedly before looking back up. "Are you… unhappy about it?" she asked quietly and the hurt was evident in her voice this time.

Lucifer stared; not expecting her to say that at all. "What?" he breathed, his brow puckering in confusion.

"You seem…" Chloe swallowed, holding her arms tighter as she determinedly held these tears back. "You don't want this?" she forced herself to ask. "You don't want me for more than one life? Is that it? Why… why else would you not be happy about it?"

Lucifer stepped closer, his eyes dark and unreadable as they held Chloe's gaze. "Not... happy?" he repeated her words with disbelief. "Chloe…" he breathed her name, his eyes earnest and intense. "My very selfish heart could not be more elated by the mere possibility of having you forever. I cannot describe what it means to me that I do not have to watch you wither and age and die. That my endless existence could now be filled with such meaning I've never experienced. I…" he broke off and Chloe breathed in quickly, her heart quivering beneath her ribs. "There is no way to express how much my greed-ridden, wretched soul wants this, Chloe..." he breathed, and even his very quiet words were coated with ardent fervour. "But I… your life will be so different from this moment on. And you had… no choice about it. I… I've burdened you with this."

Tears spilled from the corners of Chloe's eyes this time and she closed the last gap between them, wrapping her arms around Lucifer's back and pulling her head into his chest as she hugged him tightly. "Don't say that," she said firmly into his shirt. "Never say that. You haven't burdened me with anything."

Lucifer breathed raggedly, finally wrapping his arms back around her. "You don't understand, Chloe…" he whispered into her hair. "You… everyone you know. Every human. Your daughter… They… they will all age and die and-"

"Stop," Chloe pulled back, her gaze steady and firm when she looked at him. "You're right," she continued with this same firmness that continued to surprise her. "I don't understand. I've no idea what the hell this means. But…" her eyes softened ever so slightly. "We'll figure it out…" she murmured softly. "We always do. We're still a team, aren't we? Let's not let that change."

Lucifer looked at her for a long moment, his eyes just as soft in the corners. "The Devil-Detective Duo for eternity?" he asked, the smallest of smiles finally curling the corner of his lips.

Chloe looked back at him, her heart warming to see that smile and hear those words. "If I still have a job, that is," she said finally, her own small smile lifting her lips. "Can't imagine what they think has happened to me down at the station."

Lucifer chuckled very lightly. "Silly mortals…" he told her softly. "They'll get over it."

Chloe's stomach flipped as he said this, another wave of complete incomprehensibility washing over her at the fact that she was… no longer mortal.

Just at that moment, the front door opened, Trixie carefully trotting outside with two plates in her hands. She grinned when she saw them, hurrying over and offering up some burnt toast.

"Maze said Lucifer was too scared to make breakfast," she said sweetly. "So… I made you some toast," she smiled toothily, looking far too adorable and Chloe finally laughed.

"Thanks, Monkey," she said warmly, moving an arm from Lucifer's back to accept a plate.

Lucifer looked affronted. "I was not scared," he muttered irritably. "And this will not do," he added sternly. He took his arms back, holding one hand to the small of Chloe's back. "Right," he continued firmly, "inside, both of you and sit at the table. I'm making breakfast."

He urged them toward the door; his eyes lingering on Chloe. She turned her head slightly, looking back at him and Lucifer saw it; his favourite moment. She was going to smile. He saw the tips of her ears tilt upward; that was the first sign. Then her eyes, they creased just so slightly at the edges, stars alighting within them. And finally her lips; curling toward those eyes, open and smiling. Then she'd turn that smile on him, those eyes, clearer than the blue sky above them capturing his gaze above all else.

And though his insides still churned and there was a certain ache that hadn't left his chest, that smile was all he needed. He'd do anything to earn that soft tilt of her lips, the warm creases at the edge of her light, teal eyes. For that was one of the only things that could bring him a moment of peace.

And then, perhaps most importantly, they were still a team. And they had all the time in the world. He could grieve his father in his own confused way while Chloe could come to terms with her new found immortality. And they would do it together.

The Devil and The Detective for the rest of eternity.

The End

A/N The End...

Sort of. If people are interested I have some ideas for a couple of one shots to round off the last bits of this story that I might make into a small sequel. The things they'd be covering would be... other things that come with Chloe's new 'Saintness'. A world with no God, the angels trying to run Heaven. Hell is a frozen mess, who will rule it? Lucifer trying to be domestic. Proposals and the potential Antichrist. :O Let me know if you're interested :)

*EDIT* Sequel is posted! Called 'Reality of Immortality' on my page :)

And now. Wow, never thought I'd take this story to 30 chapters and a good 150,000 words or so. Thank you for everyone who has managed to stay reading this far through! Hope you enjoyed reading as much as I did writing it :) Hope to see some of you on the next one if I write this mini-sequel :) (I think I probably will... I have too many fun ideas not to)