Lucifer 5x01 The One that Flew Away

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The detective came into the room followed by Mazikeen to find Azazel crouched next to Trixie, shaking her gently, and Patrick Brown lying some feet away, seemingly dead. She ran to her daughter's side and checked on her: she was breathing, unconscious, but fine. Her eyes trailed over Azazel, checking for new bullet holes or knife wounds. She was almost expecting her to be covered with her own blood, but she was completely alright.

"Are you alright?" Detective Decker panted. Azazel nodded, but either the detective didn't see her or that gesture wasn't enough to calm her down. "Are you alright?" She asked more impatiently.

"Yes. Yes," Azazel assured her. She frowned at her own lie and looked back at where Patrick laid, finally dead. She didn't understand what she had done and she was scared she had done something similar to Trixie. She could only wait to see if the child woke up.

"What happened?" Mazikeen, who had walked up to Patrick's body to check whether he was truly dead and confirming it, asked Azazel.

"I don't know," Azazel said, "I kind of just..." She didn't want to say she had killed someone in front of a detective, even if that someone was a psychotic demon from Hell. "I just..." Azazel tried to find the words but she was at a loss of them.

Detective Decker noticed the hesitation and, more calm now that she knew Trixie was okay, took Azazel's hand. "Hey," she said softly, "It's okay. It's over."

Azazel stared at her and finally nodded, not convinced but willing to let herself be lied to. She lowered her eyes and looked at Trixie, but Detective Decker squished her hand again, gaining her attention.

"You did great. You saved Trixie. I don't care what happened," she said, "Okay?"

"Yeah... yeah."

"We should take Trixie to a hospital," Mazikeen suggested.

Detective Decker agreed. "We'll stop by Lux to drop you off."

Azazel nodded and stood up. She looked at Patrick one last time, but the detective assured her she would take care of him.

"You've done enough," Detective Decker said, "Thank you, Azazel."

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"Lucifer?" Azazel called as she came out of the elevator. The penthouse was quiet, just as before Lucifer came. There was no glasses misplaced or missing liquor. No suited brother in the sofa to nag her about what she did or how she did it. "Luce?" She stepped into the hallway and checked for any noise that could hint that he was still there, but nothing could be heard.

She sighed and stared at her bar. She didn't really feel like a drink would make her happy right then, but it would be the only company she would be able to have that night. She grabbed a glass and filled it. She stared at the bottle, there was only enough for another glass. She took a second glass and poured the rest, taking both glasses back to the sofa. She placed the second one right in front of the chair where Lucifer usually sat and rose the other one to the empty space. They hadn't been able to have a drink to the success of their little mission.

She sat down and chuckled. She had gotten shot and tortured just for listening to Lucifer and doing what she was told. And the bastard hadn't even waited to congratulate her on not dying. She couldn't even tell him about her new found powers, whatever they were. She had no one to share the new knowledge.

Sure, soon enough Amenadiel would come around to batter her with questions, especially the second he found out from the detective all that had happened this past few days, but it wasn't the same. There was some kind of comfort on sharing these confidences with a stranger such as Lucifer. He didn't have any previous picture of her, no base to judge her, no bias. Amenadiel on the other hand, had the tendency to tell her off, and that wouldn't change with this sort of happy news. She wouldn't tell him about her powers, she resolved. He would only give her a lecture about them. She would figure out what they were on her own.

A pity. She really wanted to share it with someone.

"Bastard," she whispered.

The sound of a soft landing and folding wings came from the balcony and she jumped up and hurried past the sofas to see if it was really him. Lucifer came into the room with a victory smirk on his face. "Belial is gone," he said triumphant.

Azazel smiled as she hadn't smiled since she reached Earth and ran to hug him, surprising him with this new found love. He was so taken aback he had raised his hands in surrender, but he slowly lowered them to pat her in the back awkwardly. It made Azazel realise what she was doing.

She took a step back and cleared her throat. "Right," she said to herself, as if that would put an end to her current train of thought. She turned around and sat back in her seat. She took her glass and fidgeted with it, looking straight at it hoping the embarrassment would pass. "So, he's gone."

Lucifer didn't move for a second, with the remains of an amused smirk still plastered on his face. "Yes," he finally mused. "Yes, I popped back to Hell and he wasn't there, but he isn't in Earth either. Whatever you did, little sister, killed him." He sat down in his chair and pointed to the drink that Azazel had left in front of it. "Is that for me?"

She waved dismissive, meaning yes.

He took a sip savouring every second. "What did you do to him exactly?" He darted his eyes to her trying to be as gentle with the question as he could. Azazel had told him she didn't have powers, but he didn't believe her to have lied, so... what the hell had she done?

"I have no idea. I just wanted him gone and he died. I wanted Trixie back and she lived."

"But you didn't control it?" When she shook her head, he continued, "That's a problem."

"It's baffling. A bit annoying, sure. But a problem?" She said looking at him as her embarrassment had been overcome by curiosity.

"You could wish a human to die. And we can't kill humans," he said.

"Oh," she whispered. If she killed someone, would it give her father leave to kill her at last? Just when she was feeling at peace with being on Earth. Just as was proving to Him that she was useful and reliable. She couldn't screw it up just because she couldn't control her own powers. "What do I do? I can't go around killing people!"

"Don't panic," he said, "We'll figure it out. I'll help you."

"Aren't you going back to hell?"

"Everybody was quite submissive when I went there since they heard about Belial. I think they are afraid of you killing them all," he chuckled, "And me letting it happen... They won't bother me in some time. I was thinking on sticking around."

"For me?" She said incredulous. He hummed a yes as a response, but she didn't believe him. "Or for the detective?"

He grinned as he had been caught. "I must admit, seeing her again... I want to stay."

"Will you tell her that you're here?"

"Not yet. Belial targeted her even when I wasn't here. If I got involved in her life it would put her in more danger."

"She'll be in danger either way," she said, "Why do you care so much?"

Lucifer looked at his sister surprised that she didn't know this, as if his past epiphany was public knowledge. "Well, because I love her." He rose his glass just the slightest to his sister, a congratulatory toast to her not dying and his love, and he drank.

Azazel, for the first time ever, felt completely comfortable being herself in front of someone. This must be what is like having a family, she thought. She rose her glass just the slightest to her brother, a congratulatory toast to his love and her not dying, and she drank.

The end.