Reckless

Bloody Hell

Lucifer parries her attacks with ease and hits her right hand with an open palm which made Maze stumble back. But no matter what he tries, she wouldn't stop with her onslaught so he leads the demon to his room and slams her on the bed, only to be head-butted, causing his nose to bleed.

The demon ceases her assault when Lucifer tells her "Why didn't you ask Amenadiel to fly you down there?!" in response to her calling him an idiot. She doesn't have a retort for that because it actually makes sense. It wouldn't count as the Devil leaving his most trusted General behind because she's technically not her boss anymore.

Maze stands up from the bed and deliberately bumps his shoulders, which was particularly annoying but he understood.

"Look, I'm really trying to listen. So if you're telling me that you want to stab me, then just avoid the old parsnip for old time's sake."

With eyes closed, he looks up, lifts and spreads both his hands leaving his body open. He's used to Maze blowing off steam throwing a fit and literally stabbing on things if not scheming for the perfect revenge.

The curve blade hits him perfectly on the stomach and makes his knees buckle. He forgot how these nasty little buggers stung and Dad, it hurts.

Mazikeen walks off leaving her prized weapon behind; one stuck on the Assyrian wall and the other on the gut of a writhing Devil.

Unlike Amenadiel, who almost died that one time he got stabbed by Malcolm, Lucifer had been in Hell for some time and had developed some sort of immunity to whatever was forged from it. He wouldn't die but it doesn't mean it wouldn't be painful. Not to mention the time it would take to heal from such wounds.

Lucifer receives a text message from his Detective, asking him to meet at a certain hotel.

The day just keeps on getting better and better, he mutters to himself.

The club owner asks one of his staff to bring him an emergency kit and he patches himself up, wrapping a bandage tightly around just above the waist in an attempt to stop the bleeding. It didn't help one bit by the way, as blood starts to seep through.

Great. Just great.

But Lucifer doesn't really care about his current predicament so off he goes, directly to the address and acted as if nothing happened.

"Sorry, I'm here. Forgot about the traffic," Which isn't a lie entirely but it's a good thing that Chloe is still clearly distracted that she brushes him off.

They haven't even finished looking into the guy's place when the two Diablo actors barged in and it went downhill from there. All three were ushered out of the room as Chloe surveyed the area on her own, overwhelmed by what she found out before the case was handed to her.

Lucifer could feel nausea creeping in as he closes the door behind him. No doubt his divine healing is taking a hit by being in close proximity with the Detective and it's starting to annoy him.

"Yup, still bleeding." He says under his breath when he feels his shirt is getting soaked. He should have gotten stitches. He's kicking himself for allowing Maze to stick her Hell-forged knife into his gut before solving the case. Why does he always have to learn things the hard way?

But the Devil has no time for stitches. He has to go back to Hell ASAP. He has to fix what Michael ruined before returning to his duties. Time is running out.

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Back at the precinct, Lucifer looks on, outside of the lab and sips on the spiked coffee when Dan blocks his view.