She's Got The Devil's Eyes - Deckerstar (Completed)

Chapter I

"So, Charlie is back with Linda and Amenadiel," As Chloe walked inside the penthouse, she couldn't help but think that things felt eerie. She had a hard time finding Lucifer, only to see his back as he stood over his balcony, seemingly thinking about everything that had gone on that day. "So... you know... it's over," She pauses, hoping the devil will respond with some sarcastic comment pulled from underneath his sleeve and everything will go back to normal. She's not a celestial being, but she doesn't have to be one to realize that what she was hoping would never happen. "Isn't it? Is it over?"

"I'd say yes, detective, but I'd be lying," She could see how his back looked tense, she could hear it in his voice and yet, she couldn't give that eerie feeling a name. She didn't like things she couldn't explain. "And we both know I don't do that," the devil turned around and looked at his beloved detective, the only woman since the beginning of time that had made him, the devil, bleed. The only woman who had managed to break his heart and glue it back together. "Tonight we won but we just plugged a hole into a very flimsy boat, now the demons know I have no intention of returning, they... they'll continue to defy me. It's only a matter of time before they come back to earth," it was audible in his voice, the fear. He had never been defied before, no one had ever dared to stand in front of him and threaten him. Well, he never had something he was afraid to lose before. If he was sure of one thing was the way that the demons could get to him, she was standing right there in front of him. He had promised himself that no harm would ever come to her and his word was his bond. "Who knows where next? Or maybe they'll just come back for Charlie, or..." He paused, finding it difficult to voice his feelings. "Or maybe you,"

"I see," Chloe wanted to say she couldn't see where the conversation was going, but she could, and that simple fact terrified her. "So what... what are you saying?"

"I have to go back," her world fell before her feet.

"So for how long?" She attempted to sound casual, to not let Lucifer know how she was feeling about it, but she was unable to. She was just transparent, an open book, and the devil was able to read her with ease. "Like a couple... a couple of weeks? Or maybe a month? Or-"

"-You were right about the prophecy, we did get it wrong. It is about hell coming to earth and we may have stopped it now, but for how long?" Chloe's breath hitched at that and she shook her head, not wanting to believe what she was hearing or rather, what she would hear. "I need to keep them contained, they must have a king," She knew what she would hear, she could see the yet unspoken words between them like a halo, she knew. It was in that moment when she knew and all that was left for her was to beg, beg that the enigmatic, sarcastic and eccentric devil she had grown fond of wouldn't leave.

"No, no, no," she actually laughed there, unable to believe that this was happening to her, to them. It was unfair that every time she was close to saying that they were standing on firm, solid ground regarding their feelings something like this would happen. I was unfair that something had to come and tear them apart. "No, see, this is... this is what I meant, Lucifer, when I said you can't leave me," she knew she would break apart, it was only a matter of time. She could only hope it wouldn't be too hard to pick up her own pieces and build herself back up again. "Listen, I'm so sorry that... how I reacted when I first saw your face, it was stupid and... please," Lucifer's eyes were on her and she couldn't help but feel small under his gaze, to feel insignificant. Right there the three little words that threatened to leave her mouth back at The Mayan formed again in her mouth. She had nothing left to lose, right? "I... I love you. I love you, please, don't leave," The devil smiled bittersweetly at her.

"You see, we were wrong about something else in the prophecy," She had seen him step closer, she had felt the warmth of his body as he approached her but moreover, she had seen the look in his eyes, begging for forgiveness. "My first love was never Eve," His right hand rose to touch her cheek; the callous hands of the devil leaving the sweetest and softest caress on her wet skin. She couldn't help herself, she had to cry, she was seeing the love of her life as he left her. "It was you, Chloe. It always has been,"