The term forgiveness refers to the action of the said person letting go of a vendetta, or it being an act of self-acceptance that you feel when it's obvious the other person wasn't going to say a word of apology.

For me I'm learning how I'll not receive an apology from Malcolm, for how he hurt and deceived me when he was living.

Because it's with time wounds heal, but which leave behind the permanent mental, physical, scars which stay in your soul forever. It altered the chemistry in my brain as Linda describes it. That's why I've made the choice of forgiveness. Even though some aren't worthy, if not unforgivable, it wasn't a healthy option.

It would do more permanent damage if I were to hold on to the pain, much longer than I did, there would be no going back. There is nothing good which comes out of holding onto the past.

Which it leads me to an old, depilated church. Following the bond, I shared between Lucifer and myself, there are drones of punches that are thrown in all sorts of directions and came across Mazikeen Sparring in battle with Uriel.

Lucifer is knocked out, thrown into shattered pieces of torn apart pew chairs facing the alter, while Uriel has the upper hand breaking every finger in Maze's hand, which she grunts out in pain from. " But still predictable nonetheless." He weightlessly throws her entire body, out of the way, with startling and mighty strength. It didn't take long for him to notice I was in the church.

" I'm going to pridefully admit I didn't expect, or anticipate, this solution from where I stand. You, here, standing before me."

Uriel, a smile that attested to his shock, commented.

" But you just made things a whole lot easier."

When Uriel begins stalking towards where I stand, I had a courageous facade that I could feel begin fading. However it drops after Lucifer entered my line of vision, impaling a silver mystical-like dagger in Uriel's stomach. I couldn't start to imagine the horror Lucifer must feel. With a tremor of hand I covered my mouth. " I didn't see that coming."

The lifeless eyes of Uriel bore into mine, Lucifer laying his body on the stage floor, and recovering from a few broken bones Maze came running over to me. Uriel, before he did die, whispered several words to Lucifer.

Maze had shielded myself, planting her body before mine as if expecting Uriel to come back. " what was it he said? To you?"

Maze asked Lucifer, I could feel his distress through our connection.

" I don't know. I couldn't understand." He states, his breathing laboured. Coming to term he eradicated his blood. His brother.

" I wasn't.. I wasn't listening. All I could've hear him saying was on the lines of Ellie and Prophecy. That was all."

I moved out of maze's protective stance, throwing caution to the wind and fall to my knees beside Lucifer. " He was.. he was my brother. He was my brother." stated Lucifer, repeating the phrase, disheveled and I place a tentative hand on his arm.

Blood is on his hands, a morbid metaphor to be taken out of literal senses. Lucifer tore away his troubled filled eyes and turned to stare at me, afraid. He spoke, voice cracked.

" He tried to kill you. He could've killed you, Ellie. I couldn't let him."

" it's not your fault, Luc." I told Lucifer, as did Linda to me, moving my hands so they were each palming his cheeks. " It's not your fault."

He instinctively leaned his face into my touch. His face conveyed a deep hurt, inflicted by the fact he had to kill his brother in order to save me. Which I wanted to take away. " You did it out of fear, Lucifer. Those are emotions which make you stronger, better, than him. He had it coming. Don't feel guilty." Lucifer crumbled, in an instant, falling in exhaustion in my arms. I held him as he cried for Uriel, as he sought a source of comfort in me. " It's okay, it's okay."

" I'm sorry, Ellie. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, how.. how I.." I shook my head, weaving my fingers in his dark hair. What he said in the past, much it did hurt, is forgiven. I didn't care. Not after I witnessed him kill his family. All for me.

" When I saw how he.. he had that look in his eyes, I felt this searing anger, boil up my heart, I had to do something. Or.. or.. anything. You need to forgive me. Darling. I didn't mean it."

'Oh, Lucifer.' I hated how much this is tearing him apart. ' It's okay. I forgive you.'

~•~

Halloween.

The one night you can dress like a total slut, and no one will bat an eye. The quote from mean girls is totally true, seeing an actual girl dressed in a slutty nurse outfit at the local grocery store I came back from buying a few things from.

I bought decorations, to hang up on my back gate. Jack-o-lantern lights etc. Trixie and aunt Chloe were here, at my apartment, helping me settle in for the holidays. Aunt Chloe, stringing up fake cobwebs, turned to face me.

" You are growing up way too fast for my liking, baby. I will forever see you as the timid, quaint but all above smart little girl. Who used to beg me not to turn the lights off, 'cause you were scared a monster was going to get you."

She stated. She brushed my hair off my face. I smiled, lightly.

" Remember. If you want to come home, there will always be a place for you. No matter if you are away from us."

There are mischievous giggles, which is heard in the house and a squeak of leather, and I go towards where the sound is coming from. I see trixie, even Ana waiting her turn, on an explicit and obvious sex swing being pushed like it was an average day at the park by maze. I widened my eyes.

" That is definitely inappropriate. Oh. Goodness."

Ana, unaware of its nature, laughs.

" Ana. Trixie! Hey. G-Girls could you girls give me, and Maze, a minute to talk? Please?" She, not once letting her smile droop from her face, tugs Trixie by her wrist running to her room.

Mom went to distract the girls, pointedly she gave a look towards maze. I rubbed my head, I was not expecting a sex related play toy in my house.

" First off. I'm not going to ask where in the world you bought that from. Second, I do.. I don't think that is appropriate. Let alone the fact there are kids around."

I didn't have any problem with maze moving in with me, or her personal activities, I just wished she had first thought to come to me and ask what is alright. " It's sure is. You wanna hop on? I can teach you how to properly put it to use." My cheeks reddened at her provocative insinuation.

" I'm joking, Liz. Don't worry."

She plays too much. I cleared my throat.

" Did I get you all hot and bothered, Lizzie. Wasn't my intention."

Maze, enjoying and taking pleasure from my reaction to the swing, threw a subtle wink.

" Wait a.. are you a Virgin? You are a Virgin. Aren't you?"

" Yes. Yes I am, Maze. Can you not shout it out for the world to hear? Please?" I've yet to have lose my virginity I confess. It's not like this was intentional of me to do.

I haven't met the one. Though, be that it may, there is someone I had my eyes on but his intentions weren't completely honest.

" That isn't my point I'm trying to say. A sex swing is not going to be in this house, it's a thing you keep away from here. Okay. We need to meet on common ground here or otherwise this won't work. And I do want it to, Maze."

Maze slowly nodded, glancing over the swing, a hum of contemplation ringing out of her lips.

" There are children in this house. You need, and I cannot stress this enough need, to re-think the things you do now. Starting off with getting this swing down. Please, Maze."

She exonerated an aggrieved sigh.

" Fine, Liz. I will take the swing down. Only because I don't wish to upset you. It does something unpleasant to me, each time I see you upset, and It's a pain I do not enjoy. If you know me by now I thrive off of pain."

" Thank you, Maze. Now, help me hang up the rest of these decorations."

~•~

' A zombie wedding. Just when I think there is anything which couldn't possibly surprise me, I end up at a undead nightmare.'

Her name's Peggy Russo.

a famous make up artist, about to marry her fiancé at a Cemetery. As I stared at her pale, white, painted features I hoped there would be a way she'd come back to life and be the Zombie she cosplayed. ' that would be for real scary as heck if she did.'

That elicit an image in my head, and I tried nothing but keep on a normal expression. Not laugh. It failed as I spluttered out a little cough covered by a giggle.

' Shut up. Be professional, Ellie.'

" She is a make up artist from studio city. Died from a single shot to the chest. I'm still waiting on ballistics, but it looks like it's a large caliber bullet, most likely from a rifle."

Uncle Dan, comparing notes of the crime with aunt Chloe, had his hands on his hips and my hands wandered the dead corpse of the bride in search for an entry and exit wound. I found both.

" Did anyone see who fired the shoot or know who did it?" It was like a ghost had committed the crime. ' I outta stop with these puns. They are dreadful.'

The alter headstones, set as backdrop details, loomed in the corners of my eyes as I stand up to scour the scenery.

" Nah. We're still combing through the guest list but we have nothing so far no. Everyone was focused on the ceremony."

Uncle Dan was watching me rub a blood painted white rose, I saw it as a symbol. that even though things that appear pure, it can be tainted by violence. Still a beautiful flower.

" I did question the wait-staff but it came up nothing. They didn't see a thing cause they were busy. We are running everyone's info, see if we have any priors."

" The groom was hit in his arm. Peggy was shot in the centre? It seems like he botches the first attempt and aces his second? It doesn't make.. sense. How can you miss the first and a second time you don't? It was like it's intentional."

My fingers grace the stained wedding gown, I felt a pang of sadness she was killed on her special day. Taken too soon.

" Maybe the bride was the intended target and her groom got in the way. If you want to talk to the groom, he's by the medics near the bay they set up to see if there are any other witnesses who were caught in the crossfire."

I stood up, listening to uncle Dans advice on getting more info, strolling up to the undead husband being examined in an ambulance. He had tears ruining his cracked, dead, skin.

" it's like I don't understand. why would any.. why would anyone want to do this?"

He questions, his eyes bloodshot from excessive crying.

" Are there any people who wanted her gone? Or any one who wanted to hurt her?"

I was then hit in the nose by the repugnant smell of alcohol, and turn to face a disordered drunk Lucifer whose breath reeked of alcohol. He had on the exact suit he wore yesterday. He startled not only me but the husband of Peggy.

" Ah. My Ellie, Ellie, Ellie. Isn't she a dream. I would do anything for her, you know. There's nothing short, for my darling Ellie." He slurs, hovering, and pushes his whole entire weight on me in a hug. ' He's creating a scene.'

I see a crowd of wedding guests murmuring amongst each other, commenting how inappropriate he is acting.

' Now I know for a fact he can't have an actual moment of being drunk. It's not the same for him since he is supernatural. So why.. is he like this? Acting as if he is really drunk?'.

" Seems like this whole Wedding took til death do us part quite literally. You can say they were dying to be together." He laughed at his own pun intended joke. " Oh, come on, Darling you outta laugh at that." He nestled his head in my shoulder, grinning at me with his blinding bright teeth. The Corpse groom tilted his head.

" Lucifer. I know you cannot get drunk. What is up with you?"

I excused myself, dragging a still tripped out Lucifer to a headstone prop of the wedding decor, and pinched Lucifer in his chest.

" Ow. What was that for?"

He whined, it was like a child being scolded by their parent, pouting childishly.

" is it wrong I wanted to be near you? Darling. And show you off?" He says while leaning his weight on the tombstone. His posture is leaning towards me. " Leave work to your aunt, and detective douche. Let's go have fun. Me and you, together. It's been a while."

' Oh. Boy. This is going to take a while.' I say, I mentally shake my head at his condition. Uriel dying really had taken a bad toll on Lucifer. He is acting irresponsibly.

" You need to sober up. I cannot have you acting like this, on the job. I need my partner, Lucifer, to stop.. being this."

I sighed, kicking a pebble.

" Do you still want to be my partner? Lucifer. Because the way it's been becoming clearer, to me, you don't wish to respect this relationship any time soon. The only way it'll work if there is some form of an agreement. To make work number one. You do like it? Don't you? Work?"

I quietly asked. His face turned stone, an intense seriousness I hadn't seen before drifted over his gaze.

" there is nothing I like more than work. It's the only bloody thing I look forward to, when I wake up each and every morning."

His gaze intensified, inching closer enough to where our breathing is in sync. He was mere inches from touching my chest, to a point our hearts could be beating as one if he had taken one more step. " I enjoy my time with work."

Needing to physically restrain myself, from the fact I wanted to lean in, I began backing up. He jousted his bottom lip pouting.

" Clean yourself up. Please, Lucifer."

' Cannot believe I almost kissed him. I need to focus.'

JASMINE SPEAKS;

I wrote this chapter shorter, than the last, as I wanted to make it a little more about how Ellie came to be forgiving of Lucifer and such.

I think she is still torn between if she does or if a little thing called The Bond is responsible.

I'll write her inner struggle and touch on details of their Bond come near the end of this season.

What were you thinking when reading the new chapter?