It had been a quiet night, peaceful even, something you hadn't the luxury to enjoy in a long time. You'd decided to sit on the balcony, and stare at the starry sky. Lucifer's penthouse was one of the few places you could star gaze in LA's bright and busy city.

"Isn't it a bit chilly?"

You didn't bother to turn your head, still gazing out at the sky above you.

"I don't get a chance to relax often."

Lucifer hummed a little, acknowledging your response as he  walked forward to stand beside you.

"Yes, but you are so very difficult when you get sick. It's a pain really."

He placed his jacket over your shoulders, giving you a charming smile when you looked over at him. You muttered a thank you, pulling the jacket around yourself, briefly finding comfort in the fact that it smelled like him. 

"It may just be me, but it seems as though your mind is elsewhere." He pointed out.

Your grip tightened on his jacket, just for a second, but he noticed nevertheless.

"What if he takes me, what happens when I don't have any fight left, if he breaks me?" 

Lucifer stared at you, studying your expression closely. Although your face remained devoid of emotion, giving him your best poker face, your eyes betrayed you.

"Those sound like an awful lot of what if's to me, besides, we may never need to find out. Try to think a little more positively my dear, it may not come to that."

His answer brought you no comfort, it didn't calm your nerves or put your dark thoughts to rest.

"And if it does?" 

Your voice wavered just a little, and he could see how much this was bothering you.

"If it does, then know I'll spend every moment looking for you and I will not let him take you from me." 

~

A cold splash of water woke from the light sleep you were in, tearing you away from comforting dream. You sputtered, coughing violently as you spat out water. Your eyes widely scanned the room in a panic, before settling on the cause of your rude awakening.

"Did you get enough sleep?" 

Your eyes narrowed as you scowled at the man in front of you.

"Are you still mad? I thought maybe a little time to yourself here would fix some of that attitude." 

You watched him closely, not daring to take your eyes off him for even a second. 

"You're pathetic." You hissed.

He sighed, as if he were dealing with an unruly child and was losing patience. That only served to irk you more, hardening your already fierce glare.

"I'm trying Y/N, I really am, but you're being so difficult." He scolded.

"Difficult? I'm not being difficult, I'm expressing how much I hate you, loathe you. Untie me and I'll demonstrate it for you." 

The loud crack that followed, echoed in the near empty warehouse. A metallic taste filled your mouth and your head slammed painfully into the wall from the force of his blow.

"Just apologize baby, we can go home, and forget about this whole thing."

His touch was gentle when he grabbed your chin to turn your head to look at him. You almost shivered in disgust from the feeling of his touch.

"We'll leave the city, go somewhere quieter, and who knows after a while, if you behave, I'll even let you out of the house."

You spat the blood in your mouth directly into his face, enjoying the small amount of satisfaction in seeing him stumble back.

"Fuck you." 

"You little bitch."

He wiped the blood from his face, eyes burning with rage. His foot connected with your ribs in a swift kick that filled your mouth with even more blood. Pain erupted in your side, and you let out a choked breath, breathing suddenly becoming painful.

You weren't sure if you could keep this up for long.

~

"Lucifer maybe-"

The shriek of a man drowned out whatever Amenadiel was about to say. He jumped forward a little to stop his brother, when Lucifer let go of the man he had been dangling over the side of a building. However, the vengeful Devil had caught the unfortunate man's ankle at the last second.

"Let's try this again shall we? Carter Wesson, you know the impotent little bug, don't you? Do try not to lie this time, my arm is getting a little tired, it would be a shame if I were to lose my grip." Lucifer said.

The man stuttered a little, trying desperately to form words in his fear-stricken state.

"Y-Yes! I know him! I do!" 

Amenadiel breathed a sigh of relief, happy not to witness a murder. Maze didn't seem fazed, watching the scene before her with a joyous gleam in her eyes.

"Wonderful! That wasn't so hard was it?" 

The man looked ready to cry, his face turning red from the blood rushing to his head. 

"I... I know him, but I don't know where he is!" 

Lucifer frowned at that, tossing the man back onto the roof. Maze stepped on the man's chest before he could try to crawl away, her heel dug painfully into his chest.

"Then who would?" Lucifer inquired, his tone making it clear he was losing patience.

The man gasped for air, wheezing a little as he struggled to answer.

"H-He has a brother... James I think, he'll know! Please I've told you everything!" 

Lucifer nodded to Maze, who delivered a swift punch to the man's face effectively knocking him out.

"Now what?" Amenadiel asked.

"We find James." Lucifer said simply.

"His brother might not be so willing to give him up, what will we do if he refuses to tell us what we want?" 

Maze grinned maliciously, already expecting what Lucifer's answer would be.

"Then I suppose Mazikeen will be removing a few limbs."

They were off before Amenadiel could protest or offer an alternative solution. Maze pulled her phone out, excitement shining in her eyes.

"Dan, remember that little thing we did together that you don't want anyone knowing about? I'm going to need a little something to keep me quiet." 

Lucifer gave his brother a small glance over his shoulder as Maze talked to Dan.

"It would be best if you sit this one out brother, I'm about to do the Devil's work, no place for angels." Lucifer warned.

~

"Are you certain we have the right address?" Lucifer asked looking at the almost shack like house.

"This is the address Dan found." Maze shrugged.

Lucifer simply stepped aside, allowing Maze to kick in the door like it was made of cardboard. The man sitting on the couch jumped to his feet, his face twitched in confusion.

"What the hell? Who are you?" He demanded.

Maze grabbed him by his shirt, slamming him against the wall. Lucifer stepped over the broken door venturing in the house and grabbing a chair from the kitchen table.

"I'm Lucifer Morningstar, this here is Mazikeen, and we'll be torturing you this evening."

Maze tosses James into the chair, the only thing stopping it from tipping over was Lucifer's hand on the back of it. James tensed, face turning white as Lucifer grabbed his shoulders.

"Now then, why don't you tell me what I want to know."

James opened his mouth to respond but Lucifer tightened his grip.

"Please don't lie, I'm afraid Maze doesn't have much self-control, it'd be unfortunate if she were to take one to many of your fingers." Lucifer chuckled darkly.

James eyes darted between Maze and Lucifer, practically shaking in his seat.

"What do you want?" He squeaked.

"Your brother took someone dear to me. I want her back."

Lucifer knelt in front of the terrified man, eyes flashing red.

"Where is he."