Author's note: By popular request, here is the sequel to what was supposed to be only an OS. I too felt like having a better ending for this story. I even cried a bit writing it. It was quite therapeutic! :) I wrote it quickly in one day to make everybody happy, including me. So it has not been Beta read. Sorry for any mistakes, English is not my first language. Enjoy!

He feels completely drained out. After more than an hour of literal torture trying to get those bullets out, he is left trembling under painful spasms going through his wings and entire body. He seems unable to loosen the tight grip he has on the sheet under him. Damn it, it hurt! There is nothing to be done about that though, but wait for it to pass as he heals. It shouldn't be too long since it wasn't a celestial weapon that did it. Linda talked about going to get him some pills at the drugstore, but he is not sure it would do any good.

He tried to fold his wings away to be more comfortable, but any insignificant movement of the bloody appendages sends him into dizzying unbearable pain. So he settled for not moving at all and just hopes to heal soon.

A mad chuckle escapes his lips. He shouldn't complain about the pain. After all, it is more than well deserved. Did he not just killed a human being? No, he corrects himself, more than one, when he could have done differently and spare their lives. He is ashamed to realise that he can't even say how many he killed out there. There is no remnant of doubts in him anymore; he does deserve his Devil's face! He really is the monster they all say he is. And he who thought that he was becoming a better man! He had been badly mistaken. There is no way he can lie to himself anymore.

And Chloe knows it too now, she has seen him…

He chuckles madly once again. It feels as if reality is falling apart around him. At least he has the pain to keep him grounded somehow, to keep his mind from spiralling out of control, something to focus on.

He knows the detective is still here, for he can't feel himself start to heal yet. He is not sure why she came though. Probably to do her job and question him about what happened back there. Or maybe to question him about everything that went on behind her back during their partnership. That would be just like her, to be pushed by the need to get answers. Now that her first shock at seeing him is over, she has to be so mad! For everything he hid from her, for making her fall for the Devil…

He finds her very brave to be here to confront the Devil. He releases the sheet around his hand only to reach to his hair and grip it in desperation. From now on, he would forever only be that to her; the Devil!

Well, that's who he was after all. He had his Devil's face back to remind him of that fact.

Even if by some miracle she could someday see beyond that and consider him again as a friend, their love affair was definitely over for good now. She would never look at him with that spark of love in her eyes ever again. How could he resent her though? Even Linda would certainly not sleep with him anymore now that she knows, now that she'd seen. How could anyone?

He had been a fool! How could he have believed for an instant that she could really love him for who he is? She fell for that other version of him that he had created and had himself foolishly believed in for a time. But it had all been only an illusion. He knows what he is now. Time to come back to reality. But the fall was vertiginous and the landing agonizingly painful.

He can hear quiet talking in the living room, even though he can't comprehend the words. He hopes that Maze will be able to make the detective leave. Not because of the physical pain, but because he is not sure he can bare to see her accusing gaze right now, her hatred, and fear of him. He doesn't feel like being interrogated either. Yet, if that's what she needs at the moment, he knows he would do it for her. He would do anything for her.

"How is he doing?" Chloe doesn't even try to control the crushing desperation that transpires in her words.

It had been the longest hour of her life. To hear Lucifer scream and growl in pain almost without interruption had felt like pure torture to her. Around the end, only faint whimpers could be heard coming from the room, as Lucifer probably couldn't find any strength left in him to continue screaming. Now that it is all over, her face is bathed in tears and she feels as drained as he certainly does himself.

"He doesn't have anything left in him. Wings wounds hurt the most and we didn't go easy on him. Angel's wings are very sensible. He needs to rest now. Go home, Decker!" Maze's tone leaves no place for arguments as she stands nose to nose with the detective.

Chloe has absolutely no intention of letting herself be intimidated so easily.

"I'm not leaving before I see him, and not even a hell forged demon will prevent me from doing so. I'll go through you if I have to, Maze." She stands her ground and clenches her jaws, ready to fight her way to the bedroom if need be.

Maze snarls at her. "He is better off without you, Decker. Haven't you done enough damages already? I told you, he can't deal with those human feelings of yours right now. You'll have to do it by yourself. He has enough to deal with at the moment. He doesn't need to see resentment and hatred directed at him."

Chloe's face falls. "I don't hate him! Is that what you think? What he thinks?" Oh God no!

For the first time, Maze looks uncertain of her assertions. "Isn't it why you're here? To confront him with what he held from you?"

Chloe can't prevent a sob from escaping her lips. "Nooo! I… care for him. A lot! I just want to make sure he is ok. I just want to… make it better."

Maze doesn't feel any pity for the detective. She has broken Lucifer's heart when refusing to see him for anything else than the Devil. Lucifer has not said a lot about the way Chloe discovered his true self, but the demon understands enough from the devastation she saw in his face to know that the detective has broken him.

Even though, she can acknowledge that Lucifer deserves at least some apologies from her. And to learn that she feels bad about some of it could possibly do him good. She thinks that Chloe has some nerves standing up to her like that, and there is that glimmer of something in her eyes that tells Maze that maybe not everything is lost for the Devil after all.

"You better not hurt him more than you already did, or I'm the one you'll have to answer to, Decker!"

The Devil's former bodyguard reluctantly steps aside to let her pass.

"You can't stay for long though, he needs to rest, and he can't regenerate while you're around."

Chloe's eyes snap back to the demon's. "Why is that? You also said I can make him bleed. What's that crazy idea?"

Maze understands that she needs to explain some of it otherwise the detective might insist in staying around.

"Only the truth Chloe. For obscure reasons, Lucifer is not immortal around you and can be hurt and killed by human weapons. That's how you've been able to make him bleed at the beginning of your partnership when you shot him and why those bullets could hurt him today. Now he can't heal while you're around and he is suffering even more because of it."

Chloe's eyes widen in horror at the thought of making him vulnerable that way.

«You're making me vulnerable… »

That's what he said, a long time ago. It clearly meant a lot more than what she thought at the time. In spite of that, he stayed by her side and continued working with her when he should obviously have gone away long ago. And he was still protecting her, despite the danger to himself. An immortal being risking his life to save a mere human… How crazy was that?

She already knew she was responsible for his suffering, but apparently didn't even know the beginning of it.

Chloe tries to gather herself together. She wipes the tears on her face with her sleeve and realises that her hands are still shaking slightly. She knows it's not from fear of the Devil, but from fear for him.

Chloe barely registers Linda saying something about going out for supplies before she hears the elevator's doors close behind her.

Her gaze is fixed on the bedroom's entrance. Now she feels unsecured, unsure of herself. What if he doesn't want to hear her out, what if he is mad at her, and has lost his faith in her? He thought her to be special. She has just proven to him how wrong he was.

She tries to dry her eyes once more, then takes a deep shuddering breath before walking slowly towards his room.

The curtains are shut, but there is still enough light in the room to see him clearly. Her breath is immediately taken away by the sight of divinity. When she first saw his wings earlier, she was too shocked by the horrible scene to really appreciate the sight. Now she can.

Lucifer is lying on his right side, away from her, with his wings spread out behind him. His magnificent wings… The celestial vibes coming from them is unmistakable. She feels completely awe-struck.

After a few seconds of admiration, her brain registers again all the blood covering the feathers and the damages done to them. Tears threaten to overcome her once more. She walks silently around the bed to take a better look at him.

Lucifer's eyes are tightly shut and his jaws strongly clenched under what can only be unbearable pain, if his grimacing face is any indication. He looks as tight as a bow string, with his fists clinging the sheet and his back arching. She notices perspiration on his face, his breathing is coming in short little gasps, and he is slightly shaking under the tension in his body.

She can hardly stand to see him in such suffering. The tears she has been able to contain until then are suddenly released and run along her cheeks.

Already, she can hardly picturing him with his Devil's face anymore. Once more, to her, he is only Lucifer, a man she deeply cares about.

She crouches slowly in front of him and tenderly puts a hand over one of his.

His eyes open up instantly to reveal a maelstrom of emotions; surprise, fear, uncertainty, desperation? She is not sure. All she knows is that she wants to try and appease all those horrible feelings that are eating him up.

She smiles at him softly through her tears to let him know that she is there for him. To her surprise, he turns his gaze away from her. He doesn't try to pry his hand away though. She hopes it's not because he is hurting too much to move it.

"What are you doing here?" His voice sounds raw from all the screaming. "Looking for answers I guess!"

The bitterness in his words takes her by surprise. But what else did she expect really? She deserves it. But now isn't the time for self-pity. She has a point to make.

"I do have a lot of questions of course, but that's not why I'm here now."

Lucifer has clearly not been expecting that answer. He chances a quick glance towards her, as if trying to decipher what she has in store for him.

Eyes averted again, he continues. "Then what do you want? To hit a man already down? Or to torture me?" And his gaze lowers to their joined hands, as if she were already torturing him. Then his voice becomes only a whisper. "Or to tell me what a monster I am? Believe me, I already know."

She bits her trembling lips. "No, Lucifer… that's not… I came to apologize."

Lucifer looks genuinely puzzled. "What for?" Still, he can't bring himself to look at her.

"I understand why you were afraid of showing me, Lucifer. You thought I would betray that trust by running away from you, and that's obviously what you think I did. But I'm here…"

He doesn't answer, stubbornly keeping his eyes away from her.

"Look at me, Lucifer." She says softly.

"I can't!" He chokes out, voice trembling.

She cups his face with her free hand and turns his head towards her. He doesn't resist, and at last their teary eyes lock together.

"I'm not proud of how I handled learning the truth about you. It felt like too much at the time. I guess I needed time to process everything. And I suppose I'll still need a lot of time to wrap my head around it. But what I already understand, what I know deep in my heart and believe without a single doubt, is that whatever you look like, whatever you did in your past, the Lucifer I know is a good man, not a monster. And I am deeply sorry that I let you think otherwise. I'm sorry I hurt you, Lucifer!" A little sob escapes her trembling lips.

He is looking at her as if he can't believe his ears.

"But… you saw what I am, what I'm capable of, and what I did. How can you still think…" He can't go on, unable to find the words.

"Yes, you killed some men, but they deserved it, and you did it to protect me, and yourself. Pierce… Cain, would never have stopped hunting us until he got what he wanted. You had no choice."

Lucifer was clearly trying to process her words. She lets it sink in for a moment. Then she caresses his cheek with her thumb to bring his gaze back to hers. When he is once again focussing on her, she continues in a softer tone.

"I still believe what I told you last night, Lucifer. To me, you'll never be the Devil. And I plan on proving to you that you are much more than that. You are Lucifer Morningstar… my friend…, my partner…, and I am deeply and thoroughly in love with you!"

He just can't believe her words! It all has to be a dream! He grips her hand back to make sure she is really there, that he didn't imagine her saying that she loves him, even after everything. He tries to speak but nothing comes out. She is still cupping his face, stroking his cheek, his lips, as if she knows that he needs a physical proof that everything really is happening.

She is overtly crying now, without even trying to stop the flow of tears cascading along her beautiful face. She chances a smile at him and he answers her with the most relieved and loving smile ever.

She leans towards him, approaching her face slowly to let him the chance to pull away if he doesn't want her. Instead, she sees him part his lips to welcome her. She captures his lips in a sweet, caring kiss that also conveys all the love she feels for him. She feels him respond eagerly. She lingers there, savouring the feel of joining and completeness.

She moves her hand at the back of his neck to grip his hair as if afraid he might disappear. When they slightly pull away to look at each other's adoring gazes, they both let escape a wet sob of relief. Instinctively, their foreheads come to rest together so they can bath in their closeness.

They are now both giggling softly, trying to wrap their heads around what's happening.

Lucifer brings a hand to her face to caress her tenderly while looking at her in wonder.

"I thought I had lost you!" Her voice cracks once more. "It was the worst feeling in the world!"

He chuckles slightly through his tears. "Tell me about it!"

They giggle again a little, even though they both feel like crying.

"Now I have to go if you want to heal." Leaving him is the last thing she wants to do right now but she knows she has to.

"No! Please, stay!" There is so much desperation in his voice that it breaks her heart.

"But you're suffering because of me! I can't allow it, Lucifer."

He shakes his head vehemently. "Seeing you leave me would hurt a thousand times more than if you stay. I have all the time in the world to heal and anyway, it won't take more than a day for me to get back to my devilish handsome self. Please! Stay!"

It doesn't take more to convince her. "I'll stay for a while then." Her smile splits into a radiant one. "I'll leave later once you're asleep. But I'll be back soon enough afterwards, I promise. Nothing will keep me away from you for too long."

And to his surprise, she gets into bed and lays facing him. They embrace each other gently and resume their position with their foreheads together. Chloe interlaces the fingers of her left hand with his right, and with her other hand, starts making soothing patterns over his back, arms, face, and hair. Soon, she adds soft kisses over his temples, cheeks, and lips to take the pain away.

It seems to be working, for she can feel the tension ease slowly from his body and his trembling subsides. After a time, his breathing evens out and he looks peaceful.

Lucifer feels like he is in heaven, everything seeming to be too good to be true. Now he believes that there might still be hope for him, that maybe, he isn't a complete monster. After all, Chloe Decker could never love a monster. If she can forgive him for the horrors he did, maybe he could forgive himself someday too. Her trust in him had already helped heal him once, maybe her love could heal him once again.

He finally falls asleep with the love of his existence in his arms, thinking that there still might be some hopes of redemption for the Devil.

Author's note: I hope you appreciate this ending. Personally I feel more at peace with it that way. There is still hope yet for another season, I'm not giving up! Please tell me if you liked my story, it will help me deal with the loss. Thanks for reading!