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“Lucifer, I…” Chloe’s voice was something of background noise when she spoke, both to her own ears and to Lucifer’s. Her ears were filled with the rushing blood and her mind was spinning with the thoughts of what she had just done. The detective sat across from her partner, watching as his brows pinched together and his eyes searched for nothing that he would find. He’d been nervous, she knew this. Ever since she first arrived at the penthouse he would fiddle with his cufflinks, the nervous pacing, the stumbling over his words. And when he got up to turn on the music, it had been like someone had lit a fire under him the way he’d jumped.
This was when she took the chance to empty the vial into his wine, watching as the dark liquid disappeared into the red like it had never been there. He’d basically vibrated back to his seat across from her, and Chloe couldn’t find a way to actually listen to the words leaving his mouth. Her eyes were trained too fully on his hand as it grabbed the glass she’d just spiked. Then, her eyes focused more fully on his reactions to the drink. He’d downed it in one go to calm his nerves, meaning it was likely the effects would hit him faster than if he’d just sipped the drink. It also lessened his chances of noticing there was something wrong with the drink itself. But he’d continued his nervous, quiet chatter, and she felt her body going through the motions. She’d smile when he did, laugh when he did, and somehow he seemed so entirely entranced by her. The guilt had only grown more and more the longer this went on, but so did the sliver of hope that the sedative that Kinley had given her was a faux. Until he’d nearly dropped the wine bottle when filling his glass again. As he readjusted his grip on the bottle, she watched the way his fingers had slowly begun to tremble on the stem of the glass, the way it seemed he had a harder time forming the words in his mouth. There was a light sweat that had broken out on his hairline and she could see the color draining from his face. She could also see the denial, confusion, and inevitable hurt that filled his always so expressive brown eyes. It was almost like he didn’t want to look at her either, eyes looking all around the coffee table, at his own hands as the shaking got worse, and at the wine glass.
“Lucifer?” She eventually spoke, her voice quiet, trembling and holding too much emotion for her own liking. This was when his eyes finally rose to hers, and she could see that he’d connected the dots. The betrayal and hurt she saw there took her breath away, replacing all the images from those books with memories she’d shared with him over the past few years. She felt betrayed by herself as well, disgusted and horrified with her actions.
His eyes snapped away from hers almost as fast as they had connected, his head falling back for a moment and a choking sound leaving his throat. Confusion had filled the detective fairly quickly at this. What she’d given was supposed to be a sedative, knock him out. The shaking could be attributed to his body fighting it off, but what was now happening did not follow any knowledge she had of sedatives. His usually relaxed body was tense, arms pulled up toward his chest, hands shaking as his fingers spasmed in and out of a clenched state. Lucifer’s jaw was working constantly, teeth grinding and snapping. It didn’t take long for him to fall to his side, mostly out of her view on the floor across from her. She was almost too scared to move, to look over the coffee table and see what was happening to him, but she also couldn’t stop herself. Chloe was on her knees next to him before she knew she was moving, planting herself in the curve of his body where his knees had come up toward his chest. The Devil was seizing because of her, but maybe even worse.
Now looking at him, his eyes were still open as his body moved outside of his control, and the pain in them told her he was still conscious. Bile rose in her throat and left her reeling. He was supposed to just be unconscious… What had she done to him?
“Lucifer I- I’m so sorry! I didn’t- I wasn’t- I…” She tried to find the words that could make this any better, but knew there were none. There was nothing she could say here that would make this any better. Resting her hand on his shoulder to stabilize him, she grabbed a throw pillow from the couch and placed it under his head to protect it and his neck from the spasms that were wrecking his body. “Please forgive me… please, I’m so sorry.” She whispered, finding that he refused to look at her. She was soon horrified to see foam escaping from between his lips, tinted red. “Oh, god…” She huffed, immediately reaching for her purse on the other side of the coffee table, knowing she had to call for help. It was obvious it was not a sedative that was given to her, and obvious that the priest had lied to her.
A hand stopped her, the black cuffs giving away who it was almost immediately. Her blue eyes followed the arm up, finding the face of the very priest that had led to the situation they were in. “You said it was a sedative.” Her voice was venomous as she ripped her hand from his hold, trying to reach for her purse again only to find him snatching it before she could grab it herself.
“Well, I knew you would likely not do what was needed if you knew the whole truth. He needed to be weakened, and just being sedated with you around would not weaken him enough. But rest assured, this is still the correct thing to do. He must be banished.” Kinley stated, turning his attention to the other priests behind him. There were four of them, all different levels of unsure, but not willing to speak up against their brother. Kinley grabbed her phone from its place in her purse and turned it off before tossing it behind the bar. “Either you will help us willingly, or unwillingly. We need to do this before the effects wear off. Even if he is weakened around you, he still likely has an inhuman level of healing.” He stated, speaking as if it was just any other day, like he was speaking on something as inconsequential as the weather.
Anger filled the detective, letting her rise to her feet, hands balled into fists. “I’m not letting you take him anywhere. He’s been nothing but honest with me since I met him, and you’ve lied.” She stated, trying her best to ignore the sounds of Lucifer likely trying to speak behind her. She didn’t want to look at him, afraid of what she’d see. Kinley just chuckled before shooting forward and grabbing her neck with one hand. And using this as a distraction, he’d stuck her with a needle that left her limbs feeling heavy and tingly within seconds. Behind her, again, was the sounds of Lucifer, though this time he was on his feet. The priest pulled her away, and she watched the others stumble back in varying levels of horror. Her blue eyes found her Devil’s in seconds, finding the face that had led to this predicament. She couldn’t help the fear that crashed over her, looking at his scarred red visage.
“Do not worry, Devil. She will remain unharmed.” Kinley stated, watching the man step toward them with no fear. Lucifer's legs trembled, and Chloe knew he would likely not be able to protect them. As her eyes fell shut, her mind going silent, she caught sight of Lucifer, now his normal beautiful face, collapsing into the coffee table.