So I got this crazy idea while chatting about reincarnation with a friend.
It doesn't follow the thread of the episodes at all. I might take a few elements here and there, but that's it. The characters will be similar in their essence but won't have the same job, although it will be bit related.
Hope you enjoy it :D.

CHAPTER 1

Old abandoned church - Somewhere on Main Street - Los Angeles - Late at night

Lucifer rushes into the church, panicked, frantically looking around the ruin. After what seems an eternity, he finally sees his brother and runs towards him.

"Uriel, Brother, I beg you. Don't do this." He pleads with the brown-haired archangel. His voice sounds weird, even to him. "You don't know if it's going to happen. Please. You don't have to kill her. You know what she means to me."

"Yes." Uriel answers. "That's exactly why I need to do this."

"She won't interfere."

"You know it's not true, Brother."

"Noooooooooo!" Lucifer screams as he helplessly watches the blade sink into the woman's chest as she falls to the floor, killed instantly.

Lucifer's eyes flame up and he runs to Uriel to kill him for murdering the love of his existence. Uriel disappears in a flash, leaving the Devil helpless and angry.

He looks at the sky and yells into the emptiness "You created her and put her in my path. You made me fall for her, why would you let him take her away from me! Have you no heart You bastard!"

He drops to his knees and cradles her to his chest, wrapping his wings around her lifeless body, desperately trying to heal her. If one of his feathers could heal Amenadiel, why wasn't it working on her? Why was she still on the floor not moving and not breathing. He fights back his tears, denying the truth and refusing to accept her fate. Maze joins him shortly after this and helps him up.

"Lucifer, come on, you can't stay here."

"She's dead, Maze. I can't leave her here."

"The cops are going to be here soon. We have to go."

"But Chloe…"

She hauls him up. "Chloe is dead." She tells him. "You have to go."

The Devil finally agrees and follows his demon through the back door, his eyes still glued to the body on the floor, even as the door closes. "I'll find you again Chloe. I swear, even if it takes me millennia." He thinks as he enters his car, in some sort of auto preservation mode as Maze turns the key in the ignition. She brings him to his place, reluctant to leave him alone after this. Lucifer looks at her, silent, his eyes still empty. Then he finally speaks.

"Maze. What would you say about going back?"

"Lucifer…"

"I mean, there's nothing left here for me, so If you wanna go back, here's your chance."

"Are you sure?"

"Are you coming with me?"

Maze ponders this for a bit. "Yes." She puts her hand on his shoulder. "You know I'd never leave you."

"Good." He puts his hands together in a prayer. "I hope you're ready for what's to come, Dad, because even if Uriel wielded the sword, you're responsible for this, and you're going to pay for it." With a flap of his wings, he simply disappears in a flash and reappears in Hell.

Hell - forty years later

Lucifer searched for Chloe's soul on Earth for the last thirty-five years. He left no stone unturned, but couldn't find her yet. He even sent his best trackers, Maze leading them, to find her in every city, village of every country. So far she was nowhere to be found. If his Dad hadn't played a part in her creation, she would have ended up in Hell or the Silver City. But Chloe was special indeed and this prevented her from going to either Hell of the Silver City. This meant she was still on Earth, having a life of her own, and yet still out of his reach. After thirty-five years of unsuccessful hunts, he finally decided to give up, at least for now.

Lucifer had his registry open on his desk, checking the newest arrivals in his realm. He had been staring at the same page for the last hour, bored to death - if he could ever die, that would be it. Even the visit of his favorite demon didn't distract him from his boredom. He rubs his temples, finally reaching his decision.

"Tell me, Mazikeen." He grins at her. "Aren't you tired of all this, the screams, the ashes, the heat, punishing them over and over again?"

Maze smiles, flashing to that time a bit less than half a century ago when he suggested they take a permanent vacation on Earth. "Well, it's been a while since we've been out of Hell." She replies.

"It has been indeed." He smiles back at her. Ever since they got back to Hell their relationship had reached some sort of status quo and now he saw her more as a companion - with whom he enjoyed some physical intimacy from time to time - or a friend. "It's settled then. We leave tomorrow for Earth."

"Where?"

"I was thinking the City of Angels."

"Lucifer. Are you sure?" She simply asks, knowing it was forbidden to talk about what happened with Chloe.

"Yes, Maze. It's been more than four decades. I have a good feeling about this." He simply answers.

Los Angeles - Earth - A few days later

Lucifer strolled on Sunset Boulevard, enjoying his holidays. He had forgotten how good it felt to be out of Hell and out in the sun. "I missed you City of Angels." He says aloud. He bumps into a woman on his way to his hotel room, too caught up by his own reflection in a store window.

"Hey!" The woman says. She sees him and her face changes instantly. "Hello there." She tells the Devil, her eyes going up and down his body.

Lucifer smiles at the woman. "Well hello there."

"I don't usually do this, but would you like to grab a drink later?" She looks at him again. "You seem very interesting ."

"Cheeky," Lucifer replies, fully catching her double meaning. "I like it." He gives her a card. "I'm currently staying at a suite in this hotel. Feel free to drop by whenever you want. "

"Can I bring friends?"

"Bring as many friends as you wish, Darling. The Devil is many things but he isn't cheap."

Lucifer's suite - The next morning

The Devil was still asleep, surrounded by the many people he had fun with the previous night. He slowly woke up, carefully untangling himself from the many limbs on his bed, and heads his suite bar. He grabs a scotch and pours it into a glass. The liquid comes to an almost stillness.

"Bloody Hell!" He mumbles to the tall dark archangel who just appeared on his balcony. "Amenadiel, Brother, what an unpleasant surprise."

"Lucifer." Amenadiel answers, his voice serious. "Father requests your return to the underworld, once you help me complete a mission He assigned me."

Lucifer laughs loudly. "Why would I help you? If I remember correctly, you tried to get me back to Hell and failed."

"If you help me, I'll talk to Father to see if you can come back live with us. You've been through a lot recently and I think Father would agree, given you show him some obedience."

"Blind obedience is more your thing if I recall correctly." He smirks. "But just out of curiosity, Brother, what mission did Dad assign his most loyal servant - sorry I meant soldier - this time? And most importantly, what could be too much for Amenadiel the Great to handle?"

"You're not meant to be here, and because of your new little vacation, a demon escaped and Father wants it back in Hell soon. Father missioned me to find this soul and send it back before the demon does any damage here."

"I see." Lucifer answers. "I'll help you on one condition."

"I know better than to make a deal with you, Lucifer."

"Then have fun finding the demon without my - or Maze's - help." He smiles. "You know she's the best tracker and she won't work for you unless I ask her to."

"Name your price." Amenadiel simply says, knowing he couldn't do without the Devil's help.

"I want a favor to be named later." He grins. "A blank check if you will."

"Very well."

"You must really be in a mess if you need my help this bad." He says as he shakes his hand. "Now what can you tell me about this demon who escaped the lower realm?"

"I don't know much about him. He was one of your subjects after all."

Lucifer lets the insult slide. "Do you at least have a name?"

"No."

"No wonder you need my help." He finishes. "I'll look into it and let you know once I have something. You can go now." He dismisses his brother.

Lucifer's suite - A few days later

Lucifer joins his hands and calls on brother. Amenadiel appears almost instantly.

"Did you find him?"

"No. I just called you here because I like your company." Amenadiel looks dumbfounded. "Of course, I found who he is." He gives him a picture. "He goes by the name of Tony and I know where we can find him, or at least where we can start our investigation." He puts his jacket on. "Shall we then?"

Los Angeles - Later in the night

Lucifer took his time driving around in LA, enjoying the wind on his face, until nightfall. As he reaches the club where he was supposed to meet Tony. He walks straight inside, leaving Amenadiel behind. He enters the club at the top of the stairs and pauses for a brief moment, his hands on the iron railing, surveying the dance-floor below. He scans the place, looking for this little demon who escaped his fate and thought he could cheat the Devil by assuming another identity. Amenadiel finally joins him and Lucifer points out the little rascal to his brother. Just as he's about to get him, Lucifer feels the hair on the back of his neck bristle and the air around him suddenly thickens and fills up with electricity. He turns around and looks behind him searching for whoever or whatever caused this change, bumping into a blonde woman with drinks in hands - probably around her mid-thirties. He catches her arms before she falls to the floor because of the shock, unable to save the tray of drinks she had. Suddenly the world around him stops and all his focus is on her.

"Chloe?" He asks, looking into her eyes, a smile creeping up his face.

The blonde woman looks back at him, somehow feeling drawn to him, almost as if she recognised him without knowing him. She stares back at him, unable to leave the brown pools of his eyes.

"Have we met before?" She finally speaks.

Lucifer's smile fades once he realises the woman in front of him has no recollection of who he is, his heart sinks in his chest.

"How rude of me." He quickly says, trying to break the awkward moment. "Let me buy you…" Another woman joins Chloe and stops his train of thoughts. "...And you friend a round of drinks to apologise for the mess I've caused." He holds out his hands. "I'm Lucifer Morningstar by the way."

"Jane Decker." She shakes his hand, still looking into his eyes. "And she's Linda Martin, a friend, and colleague of mine." She takes the new tray of drinks. "You wanna join us?"

"I'd love to, but some immediate matter requires my attention. But I'll definitely see you around I'm sure." He finishes, smiling at her.

He reluctantly walks away from her but still hears what the two girls are talking about behind his back.

"Come on, Jane." Linda says. "What's up with and this guy? Don't let him walk away, he's super hot!"

"What do you mean?"

"Tell me you didn't feel anything back there." She smiles. "You're a professor teaching criminology and how religion is used to justify some crimes and you just met a guy named Lucifer! Who's super hot! And you're telling me you didn't feel anything. You couldn't stop staring at him."

"Well, whatever connection we had is clearly not mutual. He declined my offer to join us. So much for going out and forgetting Dan, right"

Lucifer almost walks back to her, hurt at the thought she might think he doesn't care for her, but before he can do anything, Amenadiel brings him back to their mission at hands. "Lucifer. Tony is leaving!"

"Oh no, he isn't! This has lasted for too long already!" He replies catching up with the runaway. "Hey, Tony. Where do you think you're going?"

The bald man turns around. "My Lord." He says. "What can I do for you?"

"I'm here to collect." Lucifer says. "You tried to escape and you had a good run. You even bought a club in your short time on Earth. But now it's time to go back, and Amenadiel is going to take you back to where you belong, and I'll take over the ownership of this lovely place."

The demon doesn't resist, fully aware he can't win this one. "Very well. I'll bring you the deed tomorrow and I'll meet you outside the club."

"Good." He looks one last time at him. "Enjoy your last night and don't you dare run away again." Lucifer replies, his tone cold as ice.

The same club - The next day - Early in the afternoon

As promised the demon returned with the deed of the club, ready to go back to Hell. Amenadiel quickly takes him there before meeting Lucifer at his new club. As he steps in, he sees Lucifer walking around the now empty dance-floor.

"You know what, Brother, I don't like the name of this club. I think I'm gonna name it LUX. Fitting don't you think?"

"Lucifer." Amenadiel says. "You know you're not staying here. Dad told me not to intervene the first time around, but this time, he gave no such orders. I'm to bring you back down, forcefully if necessary."

"You see that's the problem. I went there, got out, lost Chloe, got back and got out again. And I'm not going back." He smiles. "As it turns out, I missed Earth more than I thought."

"I wasn't asking, Lucifer."

Lucifer grabs a drink. "Remember that blank check you wrote me?" Amenadiel nods. "Well, I'm cashing it now!"

"Brother."

"And I want you to leave me alone. You can't take me back to Hell unless I ask you to. In the meantime, you let me live my life as I see fit. And right now, I wanna live here on Earth for a bit longer."

"You can't be serious."

"I am!"

"Father will be furious."

"Does it look like I care. Father abandoned me when he cast me out and sealed my hate towards him when he took Chloe away from me."

"You tried living amongst humans before and it didn't work out. You're a celestial being. You don't belong here!"

"Well I've tried being a civilian consultant forty years ago, and it was fun. Now I think I might give this club-owning thing a try, maybe take a class in criminology as well. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a club to renovate to make it the hottest place in this city." He dismisses the black archangel.

UCLA - A few months later

Jane had been trying to get this Lucifer-guy she met out of her head for the last weeks but to no avail. She kept thinking about him and this weird feeling that took her as she touched him. To make things worse, he might have made a few apparitions in her dreams, rendering the central heating in her room useless.

Jane currently gave a class to undergraduate students about a recent case she worked on as a consultant with the LAPD, trying to explain to the students how the murderer used the image of the Devil to justify what he did and why it wasn't really the Devil that made him do his actions, since he didn't exist. As she closes her lecture she feels a shiver down her spine and hears a deep laugh. She turns to the source of it, ready to scold the student who mocked her, but the bell rings the end of the class.

"Alright!" She tells them. "That's all for today class. For next week, I want you to read chapter four and five, and write a short paper on how the Devil is used as an excuse to justify evil in the different cases."

She turns back to the whiteboard as the students leave. Then she hears a laugh again. She turns around briskly.

"If you have a problem with my class, just say so. No one is forcing you to be here."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to mock you, but it's nice to have someone telling them I'm not responsible for everything that's screwed up in this world."

Jane recognises his voice almost instantly, way before she sees his face. She meets his eyes and follows him as he gets down the stairs.

"You're the man from the club." She tells him. "Are you stalking me?"

"Dad no!" He answers. "But I couldn't help but hear you were giving classes about me and criminology and since I worked as a civilian consultant for the LAPD a while back, I thought I'd check out this class."

"About you." He wiggles his eyebrows. "Right, because you're Lucifer, the Devil."

"Indeed." He says, coming closer to her. "And I have to say you little exposé about how claiming to be under my control when they committed these atrocities, and how they have to take responsibility for their actions just warmed my heart." He takes another step. "I mean, it's nice to finally have someone agreeing that I don't spend my days sitting on their shoulders, telling them to misbehave. I guess you were always one of a kind."

Chloe watches him get closer and closer, feeling drawn to him just like she felt a few weeks ago in this club. She should be creeped out by this guy who followed her to her job, but somehow she feels safe and attracted to him. Maybe, it was the accent or the way he looked at her. He clearly had a dark side and could be dangerous, but she knew he would never harm her. They're now almost touching. Chloe suddenly hears a noise behind her.

"Professor. I have a call for you. It's your daughter."

"Thanks, Ella. I'll take the call in my office. Can you put her through?" She replies, not looking at Ella, her eyes still lost in his. "I guess I'll see you around then."

"Sure." Lucifer replies, smiling before he takes her hand to kiss her knuckles. "Until then Detective."

Chloe looks at him exiting her classroom, still wondering why the way he called her Detective sounded so familiar and heartwarming despite the fact she had never been a detective before in her life.

Hottest club in Los Angeles - LUX - A week later

As Chloe approached the club again, she feels a chill down her spine both out of anxiety and excitement. Of course, Zack, her date for the evening, had decided to pick this club. He told her it was the latest hot club in LA and he probably wanted to impress her by bringing her here. She knew it might be a bad idea, but she was kinda hoping she'd stumble on Lucifer, and at the same time, she wished she didn't. She thought her last meeting with him would kill her obsession for him, but it did the exact opposite and each time she gave her class she found herself staring at each of her students, hoping he might be among them. As she parks in front of the club to meet her date, she's surprised to be let in straight in. Maybe Zack had some connections after all. When she reaches the cloakroom, looking around for Zack, her phone beeps. She checks it quickly and sees Zack's name on the screen.

" Sorry. Something came up at work. I can't make it tonight. "

She puts the phone back in her bag. Scratch that, all cops were pricks. Then she goes back to what happened a few minutes earlier. If Zack wasn't here, how come the security guard knew her and let her in as if she was some sort of VIP. She leaves this thought at the back of her mind and decides to enjoy the night on her own. She walks over to the dance-floor. She was young, beautiful - or at least she'd like to think so - and already had a few drinks in. She had a feeling she wasn't going to remain alone for very long. She moves her body to the electronic music blaring out of the speakers, hardly aware of the other people dancing around her. Then she feels this electric shot through her body again. She ignores it, blaming the different alcoholic beverages she had. Then the song comes to an end and the light focuses on the grand piano on a stage just outside the dancefloor. The DJ stops the music and takes the mic to introduce the next song.

"And now, for your greatest pleasure, the newest owner of this amazing place will play a few notes for you. Enjoy folks, it's not every day you have the Devil play for you."

Jane looks around, curious at the interruption. It's not every day you had a slow, acoustic version on a piano in a club. She recognises the song as soon as the Devil plays the first notes. She smiles and hums lightly to the melody of " Sinnerman " as it goes along. Once she realises whose singing as she hears his deep voice, her face lights up. Somehow, once again she feels drawn to him and to his voice, mesmerised by the song, forgetting about the idiot who stood her up. She's almost disappointed as she hears the final note of the song. She decides to head to the bar and have another drink. As she grabs her drink, she feels a hand on her hips. She turns around, ready to make whoever decided on this bold move know that it's not okay. She comes face to face with Lucifer, and the words die in her throat.

"Detective!" He smiles. "I mean Professor! How nice of you to show up. I knew putting you on the VIP list would pay off at some point." He grins at her. "Welcome to my club, Darling. I thought the name LUX rather fitting"

"You own this club? Since when?"

"Since I bought it from the previous owner after we met." He taps on the bar and a dark-skinned woman appears. "Maze, why don't you give the lovely Professor here a shot of Bourbon." He grins at her once again. "On the house of course." He finishes grabbing his own drink.

Jane smiles when she hears the next song playing. "Eternal Flame? Really?"

"What can I say. It's an oldie but a goody. And somehow I had a feeling you would love this song." He holds out his hands. "I believe we never got to dance the other time you were here."

"And whose fault was that?" She teases him back.

"Mine entirely." He gives her his brightest smile. "Would you let me make amend for this and do me the honour?"

"Sure. why not!" She replies, taking his hand.

Before she even realises it, she finds herself in the middle of the dance-floor, slowly rocking, her body seeking his warmth and melting under his touch. Her head quickly comes to rest on his chest, right below his shoulder and she takes in his smell, her hand resting on his shoulder feeling the muscles under his suit. She finally looks up and gets lost in his eyes, forgetting everything around them. Lucifer slowly inches closer to her rosy lips, checking her eyes constantly to make sure she's not going to pull away. Jane stares at his lips and can't help the pull towards him and his lips as she lets him close the distance between them, her hands reaching behind his neck. The first kiss they share is almost shy. Once he realises the blond woman responds to his lips, he applies more pressure. Jane gives in and returns his kiss. They remain like this until the song ends. When Lucifer finally lets go of her, out of breath, Jane suddenly panics, unable to stop the feelings bubbling up in her chest after this searing kiss. She feels the need to run away, have some air. She looks around her, worried and pulls away from the Devil.

"I'm so sorry." She mumbles quickly before running off.

"Chloe! I mean Jane, I mean Professor! Wait!" Lucifer says, running after her, but she already disappeared into the crowd and then in her car. "For Dad's sake!" Lucifer says, angry at himself for driving her away. He knew it was a mistake but he couldn't resist the call of her body and lips. He walks back to his bar, grabbing a bottle and heads back upstairs, alone.

Lucifer's penthouse - A few days later

After the other night fiasco, Lucifer tried to resume his life as usual and give the woman of his life some space to process what happened but to no avail. He watched LUX every night but didn't see her. All he'd done ever since their shared moment was sitting at his bar, brewing some dark thoughts. Maze did try to brighten his mood and get his mind off the blonde woman, looking a lot like the Chloe she knew a while ago. Even the Brittanies weren't able to lift his spirit. She plonks her knife in his bar at his penthouse.

"Enough!" She says. "Stop brooding! You're the Devil for fuck's sake!" He looks back at her, not happy at the interruption. "If you stay like this one more minute, you're gonna turn into Amenadiel!"

"Careful Maze…" He answers, clearly pissed.

"Or what?" She mocks him. "Why haven't you talked to her since the other night?"

"Because she doesn't want to see me!" He groans back. "I tried to get her to like me before and it didn't work. You know as well as I do that's not how Chloe works."

"But it's not Chloe." Maze says.

"Not yet, but she's here, in her memory." He finishes his drink. "And she made it pretty clear she didn't want to have anything to do with me. Clearly, that's not how I imagined our kiss to end." He looks back at the demon. "You, of all people, should understand how important she is to me. And why it's important she chooses me of her own free will."

"Chloe was my friend too, Lucifer." " And she's not Chloe - not yet anyway. " She adds in her mind. "And since when do you give up anyway." She mocks him.

Lucifer stands up, putting down his glass, his spirit lift up. "You're right, Mazikeen, I don't!" He grabs his jacket and heads for his elevator. "Have you ever thought of becoming a therapist?" He jokes before the doors close.

UCLA - The same day

Jane had been staring at the papers in front of her, desperately trying to grade these bloody essays. But each time she read anything about the Devil, Satan, God, or even the colour red, her treacherous mind went back to the kiss she shared with Lucifer, and the very vivid dream she had after she abandoned him on the dance-floor of his own club. She grunts and throws her pen on her desk in frustration. She decides to get a refill of her coffee in the break-room. She enjoys her break and as she finishes her refill, her assistant walks in.

"Professor?"

"Yes, Ella?"

"There's someone here to see you. I let him into your office."

"Thanks, Ella." She puts the coffee pot back on the heater and grabs her cup to go. "You got a name?"

"No. I didn't quite catch it." She looks away. "He seemed so sure of himself and had flowers, so I thought it must have been personal." She looks away. "Do you want me to tell him you're unavailable?"

"No, it's fine." She smiles. "Just try to remember to ask their names next time." She jokes. Her newest assistant was a walking pot of coffee and a ray of sunshine. She was super helpful, smart and one of the few people she knew who were genuinely nice to others. "I'll take care of it. Don't you have a class with Professor Martin?"

"I do." She says, heading for her class with Jane at her side. "Have a good day, Professor."

"You too, Ella." She says as she opens her office door. She looks around looking for Zack. After all, he stood her up so it seems logical to her he would send flowers. "Zack." She starts without looking. "I told you it was fine. It wouldn't have worked out anyway. There's no need for flowers."

"Zack?" Comes a deep voice. "I hope you're not comparing me to this ignorant fool who left you all by yourself the other night?"

"Lucifer?" Jane replies, almost dropping her coffee. "What are you doing here?"

"Clearly I offended you the other night. I'm here to apologize." He smiles at her, stepping out of the shadow, handing her the flowers.

Jane takes the flowers. "You didn't offend me." She quickly replies. "It's not you. It's just…" She hesitates. Lucifer simply looks back at her. "I just got out of a relationship and I'm not sure I'm ready to date again." She looks away.

"Then it's a good thing this Zack bloke stood you up." He replies, still smiling. "How about just friends to start with?"

"I'm not sure…" She answers - And I don't know if I'll be able to keep my hands off you - She adds in her mind.

"Come one, Professor!" He takes a step closer. "I promise I'm a nice Devil." Jane looks back at him, briefly seeing the plea in his eyes behind his playful tone. "Besides, given my name, I could be of some help to you for your classes. You know to give you some insight on how the Devil thinks and all that. I also worked for the LAPD a while ago." He grins. "Pleaaaaase?" He says, giving her a boyish look.

"I'll think about it." She tells him, but her eyes confirm him she would call upon him very soon. "Now I have some papers to grade." She adds, sitting behind her desk. Lucifer heads for the door. "Lucifer?" She asks him. The Devil turns around and walks back to her desk.

"Yes, Detec… I mean Professor."

"You keep calling me Chloe, or Detective."

"What can I say, old habits die hard." He gives her another smile.

"I should somehow be bothered by it, but I'm not. It sounds familiar." She looks at him. "And I feel like I know you."

Lucifer doesn't answer her but comes close to her ear. "Why don't you ask your colleague and friend Doctor Martin. I heard she was good at helping people recovering their lost memory." He finishes, his lips ghosting over her cheek. "Until then, Professor Jane Decker." And then just like that, he's gone.

Chloe looks around, amazed at his speed. She tries to get back to her papers but can't. She finally decides to go and see if her friend and colleague is available to help her with this weird situation. She knocks on her door.

"Come in."

"Hey, Linda. You got a minute?"

Lucifer's penthouse - LUX - Later in the day

Lucifer was now sitting on his couch, his mood greatly improved after his little talk with the blonde woman. She hadn't said yes to his proposition, but she hadn't said no either, so this was a good sign. Besides, he saw the doubt in her eyes, and he knew it was only a matter of time before she got her memory back, and if Linda was anything like the Linda he once knew, it would all be fine. He feels a rush of air and rolls his eyes.

"Amenadiel, Brother, I told you, I'm not going back." He looks at the archangel in his living-room and freezes when he sees his face.

"Then it's a good thing I'm not here for this."

"Uriel."

"Yes, Brother." He smiles. "And you know why I'm here."

"Why?" Lucifer says, standing up.

"You know that as long as she lives, my vision can't happen and I'm in danger. Raziel prophetised it."

"I won't let you this time." He spits back, angry. But before he can do anything, the archangel is already gone. He immediately takes out his phone and dials his barmaid number.

"Maze." He says. "We have a problem."

So that's it :D.
Not sure where this will lead yet, let me know if it's worth continuing.