Deckerstar One Shots

This is complete mess with no storyline and it barely makes sense.

Chloe laid back in her bed after a long day at work and instead of thinking about the case or Trixie or any of the other things that normally plagued her brain at night, she thought of Lucifer. Sure, he was delusional, but those scars on his back were real. He said his dad put them there. Actually he said that his demo bartender cut off his wings on his command to get back at his father, but again, delusional. 

Hours past and Chloe didn't even notice. She couldn't get the image of Lucifer as a little kid out of her brain. She pictured a little dark haired boy with big brown eyes and a British accent who just wanted to be loved, having his father tear him down over and over. Convince him that he was God in order to control him and convincing Lucifer that he really was the devil, that the little boy was evil and unloveable and maybe that's why Lucifer is the way he is. Maybe, Chloe thought, maybe I can prove to him that he isn't evil. Show him that he is a good man and that he deserves love.

Chloe wasn't too far off from the reality of Lucifer's childhood. Dark eyes, dark hair, and a gaped tooth grin made up the little boy he had been. He even had a smattering of freckles back then, which only added to his cuteness. Lucifer had always been a good kid. A bit mouthy and too willing to break the rules, but overall, a good kid. He did what he was told and over everything else, he tried to gain his fathers approval. When Gods favorite thing was music, Lucifer learned to play piano. When God liked art, Lucifer learned to paint. When God wanted sports, Lucifer mastered football. When God wanted dance, Lucifer became a pro on the dance floor. No matter what he did, it was never good enough. There was always someone who was better than him. God would torture him with any sign of weakness he showed. Once Lucifer flinched when God was thundering at him and until Lucifer got over it, his father would create thunderstorms just to make him miserable. There are more kinds of abuse than physical and Lucifer had gotten most of them. Verbal abuse, emotional abuse, psychological abuse, identity abuse, and neglect. 

Once Chloe had found out about Lucifer's true identity, she of course adjusted her views of his childhood but it didn't make her feel less bad for him. When she noticed things like the way he reacted to thunder storms, it made her want to slap God in the face (respectfully✨). When God came to Earth, Chloe watched Lucifer break into a million pieces but continue to pretend everything was fine and it made her furious. 

Lucifer of course, was too busy breaking to notice her anger. He was good at pretending though. Hiding how he felt, pretending all was right with the world and nothing mattered even when everything he heard;d dear was tumbling down around his ears and he never wanted to get out of bed again. 

(a/n) yeah so I'll probably take this down but I took my night meds and my brain feels funny and I ended up word vomiting all over this page. Sorry and goodnight.