Hey guys!

I'm new on this platform and english is not my first language, so please go easy on me. Thanks to my beta and friend for her patience and help.

Anyway, Lucifer looked so heartbroken when he saw Chloe saying yes to Pierce, I can't stand it. Why did she do that? Unbelievable. So I say we need Trixie to save the day. She has the devil wrapped around her little finger, or doesn't she? This might me a little bit dramatic and sad, but funny too, so please read and tell me about it!

Lots of love!

Your colasun!

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The last night of the LUX would be legendary, he'd made sure of it.

He was just checking the guest list at the bar of his club, mumbling quietly to himself, when he felt tiny hands and arms wrapping themself around his lower waist. "Child.", he said. Used to her touchiness. Hoped the little one washed up before she latched onto his very expensive clothes. Seconds go by, employees were noisily looking in their direction. He called her a second time, though he hated to repeat himself. With a sigh he lowered a hand on her head. Carefully of course. "This is no place for a small child like you, according to your parents.", he continued after he got no response. "Does your mother know where you are?" Probably not, he reckoned, since she were alone and the detective wasn't very keen to put up with him nowadays. She whispered under her breath, but he didn't catch it right away. With a non-audible sigh he planted a palm under her chin and made her look him in the eyes.

"Speak up, Beatrice, what is this all about?" Tears were forming themselves in the little ones eyes. He just can't stand tears, especially on a face so young and innocent as hers. "A tissue for the lady, please.", he said to his barkeeper. The man did what he was told and gave it to Beatrice with a soft smile. He himself had a girl her age at home, but made no attempt to help his boss. "We should go upstairs and figure this out. Come on, child, let go of me." Instead of doing just that, her fingers tightened her hold on his grey vest. Lucifer could feel a headache coming on and sighed again. Uncomfortable with the situation. "How do you feel about a deal then? I carry you upstairs…" A big smile was now to be seen under all that wetness. He can't believe himself for doing this. But rather than angry, he felt a certain proudness. "But you have to call your mother right away." That put a damper on her happiness, but she nods anyway. True to his word he held his arms out and she wasted no time to make her dream come true and be held by Lucifer. She put her arms around his neck and tucked her nose in his open collar. Sniveling loudly. Ignoring his uncomfortable shudder.

He really didn't know what's wrong with that child. Nobody wants to cuddle with the devil himself. She clung to him the entire ride in the elevator. No questions asked, no answers given. A few minutes later he was searching for some kind of juice she left him with "for her next visit". First he thought about throwing it in the trash bin, where it belongs, but didn't want to be without, should there be in fact a next visit. The one time he gave her adult juice didn't end very well for either of them.

"Mommy?" "Trixie? Oh my god, I was so worried! Where are you, baby?" He can hear the detectives voice on the other end of the phone. The incident with Malcolm came to his mind. He would visit that scumbag first.

"I'm sorry, Mommy, but I have to see Lucifer. I missed him!" A lump was forming in his throat . Young Beatrice missed him? Why would she miss him? Nobody ever has missed him. Not even his own family. They gave him away to a life in bitterness and darkness, like it was no big deal. "You can't just ran away, Trixie! I'm sure Lucifer's very busy. You're not in his club, are you? Is he there with you? " She tried not to be mad at her only child… not very successfully according to her tone. "Mommy, calm down! I'm perfectly safe with Lucifer! I know you have a fight with him, but I am not! He looks so sad, Mommy. Like when his brother died. Can't I sleep here? Just tonight? And comfort him? Not even Maze liked him anymore. How can you guys do that?" Now the little one was on the brim of tears again and he cursed his celestial hearing. It breaks his dark heart. Footsteps came closer and the phone was held in his direction. Not even has she phoned her mother, but facetimed her on the phone he gave her. With a pleading expression she looked up to him and mouthed "Say yes!". The child of her mother indeed.

"Detective!", he greeted with false happiness. It was not that he didn't wanted to talk to her. He had fucked up and now she was with the first murderer of the human history. Lucifer took the phone from the detectives spawn, gave her the juice and motioned for her to go out of hearing range. Just now he saw the bag she put on his precious couch. She had planned this hole thing rather well.

"Lucifer! Why the hell is Trixie with you, of all people?" That stung. She never had a problem when the child latched on to him before. It had always amused her to see him struggling with that kind of affection. "Just so you know, detective, I was working…" Her scoff interrupted him. The headache was getting stronger. "Like I said, I was working and surprised by Beatrice as well. She wouldn't let go of me, so I took her upstairs and dried her tears. You know I wouldn't do her any harm, don't you?" She answered him with a sigh. "Of course, Lucifer. I'm sorry I snapped at you. Are you…

I don't know… alright?" After all that happened? Most certainly not. Instead of reassuring her of his mental health, he himself was not even sure about at times, he pleaded the child's case. "I know you have a pervert to catch, so I believe I can provide everything Beatrice might need for one night." After a long pause she said "If she really wants to and you swear to me…" Her last words were drowned by the happy squeal of the eavesdropping child. What had he gotten himself into?

Instead of partying all night long… his last night on earth… he argued with Beatrice over Monopoly. "I am not a sore loser!" How dare she insult the devil. He was NOT pouting after he had lost at their last game night. The girls tricked him and that was his final word. "Then play with me, Lucifer! I know you bought the game!", she giggled. "After dinner, child. I will end you!", he promised from his place in front of the stove. "Should I go easy on you? It was not my fault you had to pay so much!" Easy on him? The child had nerve. "Isn't it bed time or something already?" He narrowed his eyes at her. Going easy on him, tz. "Nice try, Lucifer but I don't have to go to bed before nine.", she informed him smug. "Funny.", he said. "You're mother said eight." "Did she? Well… maybe…" "Nice try yourself, child, but I have been on her bad side for quite some time now and let me tell you.. it's a bit chilly there."

He let her prepare the table, while he cooked and listened with half an ear to her chattering about school and how a girl that bullied her once was quite nice now.

"We need to say thanks before we eat! " She held her tiny hand out for his. "You're quite welcome to thank me for it. My father's head is big enough as it is. Now eat before it gets cold." She looked at him with those big eyes, but he wouldn't give in this time. In the end she thanked his father und he remained silent and unnerved. Her praise of his cooking skills made up for it.

At nine o'clock sharp Lucifer ordered the child to do what she usually did before bedtime. First she pouted, then stomped loudly to the guest room he had showed her. Exhausted to the bone Lucifer waited for her to get ready and hoped that she didn't need help with something. How old was this child again? Eight.. Nine.. Something like this, he thought. Children did things on their own at that age, didn't they?

Beatrice called his name and so his musings were cut short. "What is it now, child?" She layed down in her bed and yawned loudly. "Mommy always tucks me in." "But I'm not your mommy.", he deadpanned. Her face fell. "Lucifeeer!" With a sigh he tucked her in. If it made the little one happy and spared him the wailing.

"Why did you and mommy fight, Lucifer?" She just had to go and add salt to his wound. "Let's just say we disagree on a very important matter. It shouldn't be of your concern." He reluctantly let her hug him goodnight and stepped out on his balcony. Far away from the child's prying eyes and ears.

He remained there. Watching his creations on the firmament, thinking and smoking. A few hours ago he had written his last will and had handed it to his lawyer. LUX was going to run smoothly without his permanent presence. Maybe he would come back now and then. The corvette was safely stored in his warehouse nobody knew about. And the most part of his money had been invested in a college fund for the only spawn he could tolerate. The detectives salary was after all not more than a cruel joke.

"Lucifer?" He looked down and saw the young lady in question stare up at him while rubbing her eyes. "Why are you up?", he asked rather gently. "Can't sleep.", was the answer. Her voice was slow, like she was really tired, but didn't want to give in to that urge. He stomped out his cigarette and sat down on the settee. Maybe he was soft after all, because he didn't fight the child when she curled up in his lap. Despite the blanket he saw her form slightly shivering. Before he could comment on it, he heard her sobbing again in his open collar.

"You're never going to come over again, are you, Lucifer?" He was caught off guard by her question, but composed himself soon enough. "It's for the best, child. You won't even notice my absence. Life will be busy and hectic as always. You will forget about me pretty soon." She fiercely shook her head. "Don't go.", she pleaded. The devil rubbed the little ones back and hugged her to him. Fingers were fisting his very expensive black button-down-shirt. "I have to. There is no other way for me. It's where I belong after all." The thought of hell was not a pleasant one, but he just couldn't go on like this. The fighting… the betrayal… the constantly danger he submit his friends to. He did them a favor by going back to his throne.

Minutes passed before her voice reached his ears again. "You're not evil. You're the best." With that last statement she dozed off. Lucifer let his instinct take over and wrapped his wings around her little form to keep her safe and warm.

So, what do you think?