Out of Sorts

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"Oh. Yeah. It must be terrible to not control your own fate." The Detective replies nonchalant, her sympathy out of the window at the moment as she's also dealing with her own dilemma.

"I get it, Detective! You're struggling with feeling like you can't cope. Well, welcome to the Bloody Club!" Lucifer argues back in frustration and the tension further rises.

"You have no right to yell at me. Our situations are nothing alike. You are an angel. You deal with Celestial shenanigans all the time! I am just a person, Lucifer. Just a person who is already dealing with the fact that I am in love with the Devil and THEN — I find out that I was made to feel that way! So I am sorry that your brother is a jerk to you sometimes."

Lucifer understands this and he tries or is trying to be patient, let her come to terms with it on her own. He deflates and sits down on one of the bar stools.

"I spent millennia in Hell imagining our reunion. Getting my partner back. Getting you back, and now," He pauses "I just thought it would go differently."

"Yeah, me too. I thought what we had was real."

That was it. Something in him just broke — he was tired of staying afloat so he let himself drown.

"How would you know if you're made to feel that way, Detective? My Father is all about free will and that free will has been given to you lot. He may have carved a different path for you but ultimately it would still be your choice. I've been trying so hard to make you see that whether you're made for me or not, it doesn't matter!"

"It matters to me!"

"Why? Why can't we just live in the moment?"

"I wanted to, but I can't. Not when it bothers me so much."

"What do you want me to do?" He pleads one more time.

"I don't know, okay?"

"Then allow me to tell you what you need to do,"

She didn't even get the chance to defend herself from Lucifer acquiring her service weapon. Lucifer cocks the gun and forces her to take it and pull the trigger.

"Kill me, Detective. Here and now."

"No. Are you insane?" She tries to take his hold off the gun but obviously he's stronger. Chloe forgets sometimes that he's the actual devil. Not when he bleeds when she's around.

"Perhaps. Here, let me do it for you." He stood there, gun in hand, pointed to his temples.

"Lucifer, don't do it," She pleaded, palms in a halting gesture.

Lucifer is manic, several thousand years in Hell may have hardened him since he is its master but coming back on Earth dredged up all those years of longing and his mind just snapped.

"Right," He says and lowers the gun. "I shouldn't do it here. I don't want to make a mess of your apartment."

The Devil walks outside, his long legs striding and in a short amount of time, he's over at the parking lot with Chloe close behind.

"Lucifer, please stop. Let's talk this over." The tears wouldn't stop coming now and the horror at how this reunion turned out is also taking a toll on the detective.

"We've talked plenty and it got us nowhere. I told you I'm out of time and instead of just spending it with me, you chose to let this stupid celestial issue get in the way. This was probably what Michael aimed for. I hate giving him the satisfaction but I," He pulls his hair in utter frustration and continues, "I am only here for you and you rejected me. And now I'm only asking you to put me out of my misery and you can't even grant me that!"

"Killing yourself won't solve anything. Let me help you."

Lucifer shakes his head and Chloe's fears intensified as he points the gun again to his temples.

"I love you more than anything, Chloe. I just realized I never said it back. And now you'll be free from me."

Chloe's eyes widen at the unexpected declaration and wail the next when Lucifer pulls the trigger. Blood spatters on his left side when the bullet penetrates his skull and he drops ungracefully to the ground.

The Detective trembles as she snaps back to reality and she had half a mind to call for an ambulance.

Lucifer is back in his throne, his corporeal form left on Earth for his friends to mourn. He really doesn't care anymore. He swore he would wait until she's passed on and then he'll make Michael pay. By then it wouldn't have made any difference but the satisfaction will be worth it. For now, he will be the Lord of Hell. The next, he will have his twin's head on a platter.

I'm a Devil of my word   

xxxx

Notes:

Yeah sorryyyyyyyy. T_T
Feel free to yell at me. >_<