Lost Soul ¦ Mazikeen x Ella

Chapter 1: Two Broken Hearts and a Demon

Mazikeen takes out the knife that got stuck in the couch. Chloe's couch. She sits back down on one of the kitchen stools with a sigh, and throws her knife again, this time grazing one of the cushions. Stuffing pokes out from it. The thrill of throwing her favourite knives doesn't give her any real satisfaction, however, she still gets up again. To get the knife again. To throw it. Again. This time Chloe, standing on the opposite end of the kitchen table, stops her.

'Maze,' she begins even though she can feel Mazikeen roll her eyes. Even though she is ready to throw another knife, hoping that will somehow solve her problems. Solve both their problems. She tries again. 'Maze, I know you're in pain. I know because, guess what, so am I. But slashing my furniture will not help us in any way.' 

Another deep sigh before she turns around to face Chloe. Something is burning in her eyes. Rage. Or maybe not quite rage but it's the most humane way to describe that violent flame inside of her. 'You don't understand.' Her teeth gritted, her voice loud. 'He took her from me. He took away the chance for me to really get to know my mother. The damned mother who abandoned us!' 

She slams the knife into the table. Chloe mouths an irritated "Oh-kay", her eyes wide at the sight of another damaged piece of home but she doesn't respond. She knows Mazikeen isn't finished. She knows tears are coming. 

And the tears sure do come. 'If only she had explained. Properly explained. I only had mere minutes with her. And then she just dies on me? What kind of mother does that?' 

Chloe doesn't look her in the eye but hands her a tissue. Mazikeen wipes her cheeks quickly as if no one ever saw. 

'Look, I'm sorry about what happened with ... Lilith. Your mother. I get why you're angry,' she moves closer to her grieving friend and grabs both hands in hers, 'but it was a promise. How would you feel if you asked Lucifer to keep a promise but then blabbed to your children?' 

Mazikeen shrugs, frees her hands from Chloe's grasp and wipes away fresh tears. 'I would never have children. Especially not to abandon them afterwards. Would you abandon Trixie?'

'It's not the-' But Mazikeen doesn't let her finish.

'Would you?!' 

Chloe sighs. There was no reasoning with Maze at the moment. But was there ever a good time to reason with her? 'Maze, you can torture Lucifer all you want once he's back. Within reason, of course. But that's the problem, isn't it? He's gone.'

Another shrug. 'I told you, he's not "gone". He's with his dear old Dad. You should be happy for him, got what's coming for him. Maybe his daddy issues will finally be resolved.'

Chloe crosses her arms, feeling angry and anxious. As comforting the mention of a loved one being in God's presence should be, she was not having it. She did not trust the situation and it didn't help that Amenadiel was with Lucifer and not with them, providing words of relief or answers. And then there is Lucifer's twin, Michael, who according to Maze is involved in this entire mess which is anything but comforting to Chloe. She wished to never hear his name or see his scarred face ever again but wishes for a normal life are impossible when you're close to Lucifer Morningstar.

Mazikeen plops down onto the slightly trashed couch. Chloe joins her, putting her arm around her. Maze tenses up for a bit and the awkwardness can be felt from miles away. They both remember the kiss and how awful that went but they also realise that if they both don't mention it, it'll be fine. Then the hand holding and the arm around the other won't be more than what it really is.