"Don't go." Chloe tearfully begged again.

"Goodbye," Lucifer told her and stepped back, showed his wings. For a second, she was once again awestruck as he held her face once more to say that one word she hated to hear. Chloe leaned into his hand and then wound him into a tight embrace.

She started to beg again in between sobs as she tried to hold onto him for as long as he'd allow. The Detective knew her partner had made up his mind. She knew he had to do this.

"I really wish there was another way," He whispered into her ear as he returned the embrace and then gently pried her arms away.

Chloe hesitantly lets go.

It has been a year since the day he said goodbye.

It had been difficult. Even with the constant reminder from Amenadiel that Lucifer did it for the greater good, it didn't make it less painful.

Chloe wished... still wishes, she hadn't taken so long to process the whole celestial shenanigans. Kinley wouldn't have been in LA, to begin with, had she just —

Don't do that, Detective

She could almost hear him say.

You're only human after all. If things didn't happen the way they did, who knows if we'll ever get to the point where we both admit we're in love with each other?

The tears fell again and she's trying so hard not to fall apart completely. Lucifer wouldn't have wanted that. He would have wanted her to move forward.

Chop, chop, Detective. Your offspring awaits.

Chloe wipes the tears away and heads for the door when someone suddenly appears in front of her.

She gasps and runs towards the figure, embraced him with all her might. She holds on a little longer for good measure and then wondered why he hadn't moved at all. Is this a dream?

"Lucifer?" The Detective says, and all he did was stare at her.

"I can see why my brother is drawn to you," He speaks for the first time in an accent she isn't accustomed to. And for the first time, she takes notice of his current get-up — a grayish robe or dress maybe — Lucifer would never wear those.

Chloe slowly backs away and as she blinks, Amenadiel appears in front of her while Maze readies her knives, waiting for a good opportunity to strike.

"What are you doing here, Michael?"

Amenadiel asks as the tension arise.

"Just paying a visit to the human who made the Devil assume his throne. You did well, Chloe Decker. Lucifer is where he truly belongs."

Chloe doesn't try to reign her anger, walks past Amenadiel and slaps Michael so hard she thinks she broke her hand in the process.

"He doesn't belong there, you asshole ." She clenches and unclenches her hands as if preparing to strike the bastard again.

Mazikeen could only smirk at the gesture while Amenadiel wouldn't openly admit he enjoyed the whole scene.

"He doesn't deserve it now — Hell, I mean. But he's the only one fit for the role," Michael explains while pretending to nurse the afflicted cheek.

"Get. Out. Of. My. House."

"However, we're working on giving him some reprieve, for other angels to watch the gates."

"What? What are you saying?"

"It is Father's will. Good day."

And he's gone as soon as he came.

"Well, that was unexpected." Amenadiel couldn't believe the sudden turn of events. But if anything, he knew Michael would never disobey orders.

"So,"

"It means Lucifer can come back, dummy. It's only a matter of time."

A/N: I couldn't help myself. I had to write this. T_T