Lux was dark as she walked off the elevator. The only sound was those of piano keys playing softly throughout the abandoned nightclub. Chloe didn't understand why it was closed since it was a Friday night - the busiest night. What she did know was that Lucifer was hurting, that he wouldn't tell her why or how.

She walked down the stairs, looking at the piano and the man that sat at it. His sleeves were rolled up, a bottle of whiskey sitting on the top, his usually crisp shirt was wrinkled. She saw his hands move across the piano seamlessly, no effort as if floating on water. When she looked around after her eyes adjusted, she could see why it was closed. Tables were overturned, glass was shattered, the mirror behind the bar was the same with a large crack down the middle. It looked as if the place was ransacked, but here Lucifer was, playing the piano.

"Come to interrogate me after today's events, Detective?" he asked, not pausing or hesitating with the song. Of course she had a million questions. The top one was why he was asking a trained sniper to shoot him. The answer - to an extent - was obvious. Lucifer was suicidal, but not so much so that he'd do it himself. No, she knew he was too proud to go out like that.

"No," she answered softly, continuing to slowly make her way towards him and the piano. Carefully, she stepped around broken bottles and glasses before she finally made it to the piano. She took her seat next to him where she'd sat many times before.

Neither said anything as he continued his haunting melody. She didn't recognize it as any song he would normally play. Usually it was more upbeat or dancy. This was dark, haunting. This was sadness embodied in the music and the melodies and the harmony. Softly, as he began to falter, she put her hand on his forearm. His hands stopped moving, and she saw his eyes close.

"Lucifer. I'm here for you," she assured him. A sad smile played across his face before he looked up at her. His dark eyes were brimmed with tears. "Just talk to me."

"You don't believe me, Detective. And if you don't believe me, I'll just sound even more like a lunatic." She sighed softly, her hand still resting on his arm.

"Try me." She gave him an encouraging smile, trying to coax him into it. Although, there wasn't making Lucifer do something he really didn't want to.

"I was trying to protect you," he told her softly, eyes looking down at his hands again. "He said if I didn't give him Mother that he'd hurt you. I…He was my brother… And… I..."

"Shh," she said softly. If her gut told her anything, she didn't want him to continue. She didn't want to have to arrest him. His hands pressed down on the keys as she pulled him to her, his head resting on her shoulder as he cried. A few moments later, his arms snaked around her. One of her hands stroked through his hair as the other rubbed his back like she'd done a million times before with Trixie.

She realized, that even without a confession, she knew some of what had happened. Even if the Devil was a metaphor he used, she knew he had family issues. She believed him when he said that his brother threatened her and his mother. She believed him when he acted as if he had no other choice. Lucifer was not a bad man, he was not evil. He would not do something like kill his own brother unless he felt he had to.

"Lucifer, why do you want to die?" she then asked. It was a fact that he wanted to die. There would be no other reason as to why he would ask a sniper to shoot him. She heard him take a few shaky breaths.

"The guilty deserve to be punished."