Watching over you ✔ (Lucifer fanfiction/Deckerstar)

Ten years since Lucifer went back to Hell

It took Lucifer four years until he decided that it was time to go back to Earth. He had spent the past years finding reasons not to go, from not wanting to interfere with the Detective's life again, even by accident, to the pain that had shot through him when he had seen her with another man. But he eventually ran out of reasons that didn't come down to one emotion: Jealousy.

As much as he'd tried to push it aside, it wouldn't go away and it didn't want to be ignored any longer.

What if she still was with the man he had seen her with, and their love had grown deeper and stronger over the years? Would he be able to watch them together? Could he keep his own emotions under control for her sake and try to be happy for her? It was what he'd wanted for her: To go on with life and be as happy as possible. Then why did the thought hurt him so much?

And what if she wasn't in this relationship any more? Would that be better? Not really, wouldn't it? Because then she would be on her own again, and he didn't want that either.

So since he'd realized that he could either let his jealousy stop him or face it head on like he had learned from Linda, he was gathering courage, and today was the day. He'd go up. He pushed Azrael's silver feather in between his white ones and, casting one last look around over his doomed kingdom from the top of his throne, steadied himself and took flight.

It was a beautiful morning on Earth, with spring approaching fast. The sun was shining warm and bright from a cloudless sky and reflected on the windows of the very same house Lucifer had already visited last time he'd been here. So she still lived here, probably with the same guy.

Lucifer landed in the garden, a few yards away from the open window of the room in which he could feel her presence. He hesitated, though. No matter how strong his decision to just take a look at her to check that she was alright was, he wasn't convinced he could pull himself together if he walked in on her rolling through the sheets with her lover. Just the thought alone strangled him.

He listened closely and was relieved to hear three female voices. The first was the sweetest sound of the universe. The second one he remembered saying warm and nice things to him at the precinct, too, and the third had changed and grown, but still held the contagious excitement that had always been there.

He walked closer until he could peek inside. They were in the master bedroom, but he could only see Ella and Trixie, who had grown into a beautiful young woman. They were decked out in their best, with long dresses, Ella in blue and Trixie in red, their hair tied up elegantly.

Lucifer stared at them and took in their features as they smiled at each other, standing in the doorframe to what he assumed was an en suite bathroom. The Detective had to be in there, but he couldn't see her from where he was.

He could only hear her soft voice that reminded him so much of Heaven.

"Do I look alright like this?"

"Mum, you look great. Honestly, I think you can come out now. You couldn't be any more beautiful," Trixie beamed, rolling back on her heels.

"Thanks monkey."

At this moment, the doorbell rang.

"Could you open the door, please? It has to be the flowers."

"Sure Mum. Don't take too long any more. We'll have to leave in about ten minutes, or Timothy will get very nervous," Trixie replied and walked out of the room.

Lucifer's heart hammered away inside him and his breath began to shake as Ella stepped aside to let the Detective step out of the bathroom.

She looked stunning in her long white dress, shiny pearls woven into the fabric along the neckline, her hair falling around her face in soft curls. But the most striking were her eyes, bright and shining with happiness.