Set at some point where Chloe still knows he is the devil but he still hates himself and cuts off his wings. Huge blood and gore warning ⚠️

The lux elevator pinged as the blonde detective strolled out and into the luxurious place the devil himself got to call home. She planned to pay him a surprise visit and sneak up on him, as he had shook up on her earlier in the day at the station. Time for payback. She crept around his penthouse in hopes of finding him- she prayed that he wasn't 'busy' with other women- but he did seem less , let's just say 'active' recently. Possibly because he loved decker so much- she kind of knew, but didn't want to confront him. Although, he didn't particularly try to hide that fact, just like the fact that he was the actual devil. She walked into his bedroom prepared to shield her eyes- to see nothing but a perfectly made bed. Strange. She thought. He could be out but from the way he was talking in the station it sounded like he wasn't. Suddenly, she heard a pained cry echoing from the large bathroom. She instinctively reached for her gun and placed a hand on it for comfort. She followed the noises that sounded so painful it made her cringe. She flinched as a particularly loud and pained scream rung in her ears. She wanted to call out but she knew it was too dangerous and she would have the upper hand if she remained inconspicuous. After walking down the long black corridor she finally saw the light from the bathroom casting yellowish light inter the dark walls.

The screams where louder than ever. She peaked around the corner to see a sight she never expected to see. Lucifer. Sat on the floor, in a pool of his own blood, as he cried desperately scratching at his back with a hell blade, mercilessly hacking at the stem of his heavenly white wings, which where now stained in warm red blood. She gasped in horror and dropped her gun at the atrocious sight. She couldn't bare to see lucifer like this. One wing was already on the floor while the other just about hanging on. "D- detective." Stuttered lucifer in shock, his sweet British accent now filled with an unrecognisable twang of insanity. "Don't look at me!" He roared in a deep, hellish voice. "No lucifer," the brave detective said slowly pacing towards Satan himself, who was now in an unrecognisable state with tears rolling down his face. His red puffy eyes where stained with tears. "I can't let you do this to your self." She said boldly. The usually happy and sarcastic man that she had grown to love was now lying on the floor in a pitiful state. He clearly never wanted Chloe to see him like this. "Your wings." She said, eyes wide as cold hard reality slapped her in the face. "Lucifer how could you do this to your self!" She cried rushing over to him as she kneeled down to be level with him. He hung his head in shame as another tear rolled down his cheek. She pulled him into a hug, he felt a warmth inside of him- but once again, as they often would (which was what drove him to insanity), his wings sprouted back to life, the blood disappearing from his body but leaving a mess around the marble bathroom. "Bloody things!" He cried hysterically. Chloe recoiled in shock. "They just keep on coming back yes- just an almighty screw you from dear old dad." He drawled "what do you want!" He cried seemingly aimed at the night sky. "What do you want from me." He said in a much quieter and more broken tone.

"Lucifer," Chloe said cautiously. "You are amazing." She said honestly "maybe it's a sign that he forgives you." She reasoned. He let out a loud sniff, as she continued to comfort him. (666 words here😈) . "Come on," She said smiling after successfully calming the devil down. "Let me make you a cup of tea- maybe a whisky?" She smirked playfully. "Oh detective."  He smiled for the first time in a while. She helped him up, his huge glowing wings knocking over multiple items- but he was too weak to retreat his wings at the moment as he had stated to Chloe in dismay. He groaned in annoyance when Chloe came back which the drinks as he struggled to get comfortable with his vast wings taking up most of the room. "I have an idea of where you can put those wings." Said Chloe cheerfully to a confused lucifer. She plonked her self down next to him and snuggled close to his side. His strong aftershave lapped against her nostrils- the smell she could always recognise and always loved- as it always accompanied lucifer. He wrapped a wing around her smiling and they sat beneath a black warm blanket and watched movies until the sun rose, eventually falling asleep together. This was lucifers heaven.