My Fallen Angel.

Your choice.

I KNOW, I KNOW. BUT LIFE HAS BEEN CRAZY LATELY.

ANYWAYS HERE IS THE NEXT CHAPTER.

Turning to Trixie he jerked his head to the car. "Get in the car." She didn't have to be told twice as she jumped into the sleek black car.

"What the hell are you doing with my daughter?" Dan growled.

Lucifer gave him a smug look. "Well seeing as though you were busy with work, I decided to take Beatrice for a night out."

"She is my daughter!" Dan yelled.

Chloe had walked out, having heard the yelling. "Dan enough!" Both men turned towards her. "Lucifer you're going to miss your dinner reservation."

"Right, wouldn't want that." Giving her a smile, he glanced towards Dan. "Stay away from Chloe." As he drove off, Dan walked over towards Chloe.

But she was quick in getting back in and closing the door. "Go away."

Dan groaned, kicking the door he ran off. He was going to be back.

Lucifer watched as the child beside him, happily swung her feet back and forth, glancing out the window. He never really took the time to study her, she was different than the others. the small humans he met were sloppy, sticky and clingy. Yet Beatrice was the opposite. She as smart, knew how to work others and rather charming. She reminded him of himself as a child. Maybe that was what he liked about her. Turning his attention back to the road, Lucifer pulled up into a small restaurant. Opening the door for her, he led her into the elegant place.

"I like it." Trixie grinned.

Lucifer scoffed. "Of course you do. What's not to like?"

They were seated and Lucifer helped her order. He had a glass of champagne and Trixie had a glass of soda.

"Are you going to marry my mom?" Trixie asked, laughing at how quickly Lucifer paled.

Wiping his mouth with his napkin, Lucifer sighed. "I don't do marriage child."

"Oh."

"But that doesn't mean I will abandon you or your mother." Lucifer reassured. "I will be around for as long as your mother will have me."

The rest of the night went good; he took her to the movies. He wasn't really paying attention, since the movie didn't catch his attention, but Beatrice seemed to enjoy it. Later he took her to a toy store, letting her pick anything she wanted. Not that was the scariest part of his day, having random kids run past him, mothers hitting on him and not to mention his once clean perfectly pressed suit, now had what he hoped to be chocolate on it. Trying to hold back his snide remarks, Lucifer placed all her toys in the backseat and helped her in.

"Was daddy mad?" Trixie suddenly asked.

Lucifer glanced at her for a moment. "Yes." Now he never lied to her mother, so she wasn't going to receive any different treatment.

"Do you think he will hurt mom?" She jumped at the sudden growl. "Lucifer?"

"No." His voice was more demonic, than human. "He will not lay a hand on her. That I promise." For some reason, he pressed down harder on the pedal. He wasn't so comfortable in leaving Chloe alone anymore. Douche was agitated when he left. "So did you have…"

"Fun?" Lucifer nodded. "Yes! This was the best day ever!"

"Good." By the time they arrived Lucifer was tense. He senses something wasn't right, the moment he pulled up the drive way he nearly jumped out of the car. Cops were scattered around the place, an ambulance drove past them, sirens going off. "Stay here." He ordered.