"So, now she lays in my bed half awake sweating the equivalent of the Nile river every day," Lucifer stated as he leaned back into the couch. His hands folded properly together as he stared at the woman across from him.

The therapist, who had been Lucifer's first human confident when it came to his true form. Was sitting across from the devil in her office, her mouth gaped. The Devil hadn't seen her look so awestruck since the first time she had seen his "nasty side". Lucifer moaned a little as he ran his hands through his hair. "For father's sake, broke the therapist again." He muttered as Linda continued not saying anything just staring at him with a look of pure shock on her face.

Lucifer leaned back against the couch and sighed. He had come seeking Linda's advice, as he typically did. Once or twice a week depending on the circumstances.

After Linda had been shown the truth he came more frequently. Not for the advice, ok well somewhat for the advice. He listened and typically took the therapist's advice. Well, after ignoring it for a few hours till he realized what she said was the truth. After he had come back with his perfectly pink under cover exotic dancer plastered to his arms. Things between Lucifer and the Detective had left him rather frazzled. Not expecting her to hurt him where he never thought he could be hurt. His heart. After that Lucifer had radically leaned against the Therapist. Needed all the help he could possibly get in stopping him from wrecking the relationship he had with the Detective further.

Lucifer cared for Linda and knew she was a true friend to the devil. Even going as far as to risk her own life just to protect Lucifer.

It pained him to remember how she looked lying in that hospital bed.

Blood soaked skin.

Weak, raspy voice.

A pain that could have been avoided, if only the Therapist had stayed away. He wanted to push her away. Keep her away from him and his dangerous family. Though, Linda wasn't one to stray from a fight. She stood her ground and told the devil something he never thought he would hear. That she was along for the ride. That she was willing to stand by his side through all hell,(or in this case hells former resident) and still wish to protect him. It made Lucifer feel sort of sick. Sick with a feeling he had never experienced. What it was, the poor devil was clueless too.

That feeling still surrounded him when he saw the Detective laying in bed that morning. She was still alive, and her temperature had slowly gone down closer to the standard temperature for humans.

She barely moved though. Two weeks, since she had brought the fires of hell in her soul to save his own life. Listened to his former self, and decided she needed to consume all of hell. Kill an angel of the high court, and bring him home safely. She had done all of that for him. Now, he was helpless. He couldn't do anything to save her from herself. She was stuck in a battle of hell on earth, while he sat and watched. She cried in her sleep. Waking up screaming at times. Lucifer stayed by her side, barely sleeping in the past two weeks. Ready to hold her in his arms as she screamed phrases he could not understand. Until she would finally say the same two sentences that were actually coherent.

Please don't go.

So he didn't.

Where's Trixie?

That was a bit harder. The young spawn called Lucifer every day at three thirty like clock work. Asking the devil if her mother was well enough for her to come and see her.

Lucifer and Dan had decided that it was best to keep Trixie away. They both knew the Detective would not wish her daughter to witness the poor shape she was currently. To see the horror that hid behind her seemingly peaceful eyes.

"Is she better today? Can I finally come see her?"

The little girl said softly earlier that day. Lucifer held back any fear that could possibly creep out of his lips. "Not yet i'm afraid." He responded.

"When Lucifer, when?"

He shifted in the Therapist's officer. Hearing young Trixie's voice over and over again in his voice.

When Lucifer, when.

He wished he knew. He wanted more than anything from the Detective to wake up no longer screaming. To awaken and not fall into a puddle of raw emotions and fears. It was not a good look on his Detective. Chloe Decker was strong. Dependent. A force to be reckoned with. Five minutes with hell, and that version of the women he knew seemed to be nothing but a memory. He was about to break. Thinking about the images of the Detective in pain curled up in his penthouse alone. He hadn't wished to leave her side, but Linda and has convinced him that keeping himself pent up inside, with his own torturous thoughts weren't going to save the Detective. He had only let her for an hour, but as the silence continued to loom in the room. The fears that she would wake up screaming for him. Begging for some kind of relief was starting to consume his soul. He was about to rise from his seat when he was interrupted.

"You were seven," Linda said dumbfounded.

The devil let out a soft groan. "Ah, of course, were hung up on that." Lucifer pushed himself back in a comfortable position on the couch, or at least as comfortable as he could get at the moment. The fears of decker being afraid and alone making it difficult to relax.

"I mean, how's that even possible."

Lucifer pointed to himself. "I'm the devil darling." He flashed her his iconic smile. "The impossible is my favorite play thing."

"Did it hurt? Can you do that all the time? Can you make me younger…" the therapist stopped. "I mean I wouldn't want that, pfft. But can you?" Linda said getting up from her chair and moving closer to the devil who looked beyond annoyed by the therapist's insistent questions.

Lucifer groaned with impatience. "Please, doctor can we focus on the matter at hand."

Linda pulled herself out of her own daze and nodded. "Yes, yes. Of course. Chloe."

Lucifer nodded, and a smile started to form on his face once more. Knowing that they were now on the right track once again. "Yes, the Detective. She consumed the fires of hell."

The therapist's jaw dropped again. The devil feared if she kept it up she would pull something. "The fires of hell!" Linda said a gasp. Lucifer just nodded, pure annoyance back on his face. "You mean something along the lines of your...face." She said gesturing towards Lucifer's face.

The devil looked at the Therapist. Somewhat pleased that despite all her expressions of pure confusion and lack of comprehension she was still gathering all of the information he was laying out for her. "Yes, we'll sort of. While this face is quite charming." He said flashing Linda one of his dashing smiles. "My true face...is anything but."

Linda laughed a little. "You can say that again."

Lucifer nodded in agreement. "Nonetheless, that face is the powers of hell inside of me. It's part of what gives me my powers."

"So, like your mother's light form...but just...opposite."

Lucifer smirked and nodded in agreement. "Exactly. Shiny perfection was never really my thing anyway. That was more of an extension of my parent's egos for them." He said waving it off. "The fires of hell, however, can burn inside anyone who gazed into them...but it's a bit too much for you mortals. Well, most of you anyway."

Linda had a look of some sort of pride when the devil said that. She knew that he was referring to herself, and his detective. Both women had experienced hell, and while it had taken the good doctor a bit of time to gather herself. She did come around after a brief period. While others, like Malcolm. Had gone mad. Hell had corrupted him, broken him. Made him a killer who would stop at nothing till he was safe from his internal damnation. Though, fate would have it another way.

"But, it's not too much for Chloe. She's fine, isn't she?"

The devil let out a soft sigh as he ran his hand through his hair again. "Only my father knows for sure."

The elevator dinged signaling the arrival of the Devil himself and his therapist. After a few more minutes of explaining the situation. Lucifer and Linda had agreed it may be a good thing to have the Therapist check on Chloe to make sure, she wasn't harmed. That is if she was awake.

"And that's why I hate otters." Lucifer said as he strolled out of the elevator his hands shoved into his dress pants. Linda gave him a puzzled looked as they took another few steps into the apartment.

"Well, that was a surprisingly terrifying story."

The devil scoffed. "Oh, honey. You haven't heard anything yet." He said in an American accent. Causing the therapist to laugh, until her eyes caught something.

"Chloe!" Linda said happily as she walked towards the Detective who was standing in the middle of the devils living room looking out over the city of Angels below.

Lucifer's heart fluttered for a moment. The sun glowed around her, giving her an angelic look. While he would never tell her, Lucifer remembered every second of the days he was a child. Everything she did for him. Him of all beings. She cared for him and loved him. At first, Lucifer chalked it up as maternal instinct. That Chloe was treating him as he would treat her own spawn. Which caused the devil's heart to ache at the thought. As the days progressed, he realized it wasn't the case. That she was doing it all because she cared for him, and not just that. She loved him.

He knew he couldn't bring it up to her. It was a moment of pain and weakness. The Detective, much like him was one to very rarely bring down his barriers and allow all those bottled up emotions to flow out.

If he wanted his detective to know the truth, he was going to have to come clean. He was going to have to put his pride aside.

"Detective," he said in his typical smooth English accent as he moved towards her. As soon as Lucifer took a step forward he felt something was wrong. Heat. He could feel the heat radiating from the Detective. "Chloe?" He asked softly as he took another step towards her. The room started to shake slightly, and Lucifer quickly stepped back.

"L-Lucifer," Linda said as she too took another step back along with the devil. The room started to shake more, and devil knew what was coming.

"Doctor!" He screamed as he quickly wrapped his body around her, as the room erupted with fire. The devil and therapist blasted into the devil's bar. Glass shattering all over the floor as shards dug into the devil's skin. He groaned in pain as liquor followed down his blood soaked face. The Therapist had been spared and didn't as a scratch on her as she crawled out from under the Devil. His blood dripping on her body. "Lucifer." She said softly again, the devil shifting as glass crackled under his feet. "Lucifer, you're bleeding. Really badly."

"Who cares, look at my bar! I just had it redone!" The devil groaned as he pulled himself off the floor. Linda rolled her eyes at Lucifer. Only he could be thrown into a bar by the women he loves, only to get badly injured and be more upset about the state of his bar.

Lucifer peaked over the counter to see Chloe just feet away, eyes with hellfire. The devil cursed under his breath as he moved from around the corner. His hands up in the air. "Chloe, please…" he said softly. Blood dripping from his forehead and hands.

The detective looked at him and noticed the blood. Her eyes quickly turned blue again. "Lucifer...I'm so sorry." The Detective said as she dropped down to her knees. Just like lightning, he moved over to her side. The detective shook slightly, as the devil gently pulled her up to her feet.

"Back to bed, you silly sod."

"You're bleeding…"

"Am I? Didn't notice." He said sarcastically.

"I-I did that…" Chloe said almost choking on her own words.

Lucifer gently shushed her as he laid her down gently on the bed. "Rest, Luv." He said calmly as Decker laid against the bed.

"But...Lucifer…" he gently put his hand on her forehead, as she said that. "No, no! Please!" He ignored her cries. "L-Lucifer...no…" decker whined as her eyes slid shut, and she fell back into a deep slumber.

The devil sighed as he watched his sleeping angel. "I'm sorry."

He strolled out of his room, to find the poor Therapist on the couch. Her face tangled in a look of pure shock and horror. He had seen that look on her several times that day alone. Lucifer sat down next to her and placed his hand gently on her shoulder. "Doctor?" He said softly. Linda stared off into space, ignoring his words.

Lucifer threw his head back, as he stared back up at the heavens. "I hate you."