Mixtape: Collection of Deckerstar Drabbles

Iris

It killed him to see his precious Detective with Marcus Pierce. He tried to tell her who the lieutenant really is, but of course, why would she believe him? And he would've shot Pierce right through the head in front of her and let her see how he'd shrug it off in a minute or two. Lucifer decided to spare her anyway and spare himself as well. Chloe had good instinct. She would figure it out sooner or later, and the devil hoped it was sooner.

What to do about his feelings though?

Days went by slowly and each day he loathed Cain with every fiber of his being. He could do something, heck, he'd lock the miscreant in one of the doors in Hell, only if it wouldn't make too much noise in the mortal world, with Cain being one of the ranks. Lucifer showed up less in the precinct and she didn't fail to notice, but she was too enamored with the Lieutenant that she didn't give her partner the time of day and dismissed the behavior as him being his usual self.

Lucifer thought he had annoyed her enough to be ignored. This is when he discovers that the feelings he has for her are the reason of his vulnerability. He doesn't understand it at first, but the longer he stayed away, the less interested he became.

So, he goes back to Hell for a week, which was equivalent to a thousand human years. He became indifferent, learned how not to care and however impossible it may sound, he was able to relinquish all or part of his feelings for the detective.

What better way to test if it actually worked that he's no more vulnerable around her, was to put himself front and center and take the bullet.

Of course, he barged in the precinct looking for his partner and was told she was out on a sting operation to which was botched by a newbie the idiot Cain partnered her with.

Now the bullet. From a vantage point, he saw the suspect holler his weapon to the Detective and she was slow to react but well, Lucifer wasn't human so here he was, preventing her otherwise untimely death.

The bullet would have pierced his heart and kill him instantly, but all he felt was a nuisance of the impact it made and the now visible hole in his Armani.

Lucifer laughed like a maniac having proven his theory, and continued his approach while their culprit kept on pulling the trigger. He made no effort to stop, ignored the minor inconvenience of being hit and flicked his finger on the guy's forehead, the tip barely touching, because he could actually pop it's skull open if it landed full force. The poor guy got thrown a considerable distance, passed out even before he hit the ground.

He pulled his coat and rearranged it, dusted away an invisible lint and faced the panic-stricken woman.

"How did you...? He shot you. He couldn't have missed... Are you wearing a bulletproof vest? Right, that must be it."

Chloe chuckled nervously.

"No vest. Just me being the devil," Lucifer shows her the holes in his expensive suit, his skin visible upon closer inspection and no damn vest. Like she mentioned before, there was no way he could hide it under the suit.

"I've been telling you, Detective. Meh. I don't care if you believe me or not. Actually, go ahead and keep deluding yourself."

He clicked his tongue in utter annoyance "What am I still doing here?"

"You're different," Chloe stated as she frowned at his nonchalance. How long has it been since she last saw him? A week?

"I found out my immortality sitch is tied to my emotions, rather my deep feeling towards you,"

"Lucifer," This wasn't really the time for any confession.

"And those feelings are gone after spending a thousand years in Hell," Although Chloe was used to his metaphors, sort of, the first bit made her heart hurt, and God, why did it hurt? He went on anyway, not allowing her to speak yet. "It feels good to not have those anymore because it clearly hampered my jam. Now, I think this time is as good as any, to tell you that I can no longer be your partner."