The Devils True Love

Ugh, seriously. This is the fifth suit this week!" he muttered to himself furiously as he practically ripped off his shirt throwing it to the corner of his room. He picked out a prada navy blue shirt and started putting it on as he walked to the elevator. His hair messy, he looked a mess. In his mind he blamed himself but in all due respect. It wasn't, it was Chloe. He pressed the elevator button as his mind wandered back to two weeks ago, when Chloe had broken his heart, broken him.

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TWO WEEKS EARLIER

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"D-detective...I mean..Decker..No, Chloe...Yes, I mean Chloe..anyway..." He started, for the first time ever, he was nervous, letting out a soft sigh, he took Chloe's hand, leading her out of the elevator and to his balcony as Chloe protested, she had plans. Plans to announce that her and Daniel were getting back together. Yet, Lucifer was having none of it. He stopped and looked at the sky quickly before looking at her. There she was, what he thought was the love of his life, his first love. "Chloe..i brought you here today..i wanted to tell you something" he continued, Chloe looking deep into his eyes, almost guessing what he was going to say.

She spoke softly, knowing her relationship with Daniel will hurt him enough "Lucifer, don't..please.."

He looked at her, tilting his head to the side in confusion "No, no no, detective, I was going to say that I think, no I know..i love y-"

Chloe cut him off, speaking really quickly "I got back with Dan!"

Tilting his head, his face full of hurt, pain, sadness, looking broken "I-I..i don't understand..."

"You don't need to understand, I love Dan...and.." she puts a hand on his cheek, trying to make it easier for him. "I know how much Marcus and....i..hurt you, so I..can't be doing this anymore..."

"But Detective....Detective Douche, seriously??" he almost growled, not at her, but at himself, at Daniel.

Hearing his growl, she got a little frightened. He was the devil, of course he would be mad, she was suprised he hadn't showed his face yet. "L-Lucifer, d-dont come b-back to w-work" she stuttered. After taking a few deep breaths, she regained the ability to speak normal. "I'm sorry Lucifer, it just wouldn't be right. We could never be how we used to be." Slowly walks towards him, planting a kiss on his cheek before walking away into the elevator. She had just lost her partner, the partner who would always annoy her, and protect her no matter what. The partner, who almost and infact died for her without thinking. The partner who, happened to be the devil and despite the presumptions most might make. He was good, capable of love. She hoped someone came along for him.

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END OF THE FLASHBACK

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He gripped onto nothingness, feeling empty. He had an eternity to remember her, the girl he almost got to love. He walks out of the elevator, grabbing a bottle of whiskey and wandering straight to his piano, he sat down and ran his fingers of the keys. He closed his eyes, remembering the time when he had played heart and soul with her. Sending shivers down his spine, he opened his eyes and looked around. Everyone was looking at him and for once, he hated it.

He screamed for everyone to leave, he wanted to be alone, he wanted to suffer, to be punished, but obviously he was only vulnerable around Chloe. Smacking his fist through his piano, raising his voice even more"OUT! EVERYONE GET OUT NOW!!"

Everyone cleared out quickly not exactly wanting to find out what would happen if they decided to rebel with the devilish club owner, although that may have been ironic.

Except one person.

One woman, who showed absolutely no fear towards him at all..and she was not Chloe, she was much different.

Lucifer tilted his head to the side, confused at how she hadn't cleared the room along with every other human.

But. There was one major thing.

She wasn't human.

Infront of him stood a young woman, she looked like she was in her early twenties. She had lovely dark brown hair that grew to just below her shoulders, her skin complexion matched her look, she had a light olive tan to her skin, although it was a permanent and definitely not a tan. Her eyes were a beautiful, mesmerising, mix of hazel and green blended together perfectly. She was roughly 5'7"tall with an athletic build. She also had some sort of graceful attitude, you could see it. She was definitely not one to mess with, unless you want to feel pain.

And most likely death.

She spoke with an attitude, not a single part of her was afraid. She looked around at the empty club taking in how fast everyone cleared, sipping a glass of whiskey she raised an eyebrow.

"Who the hell are you?"

Lucifer laughed awkwardly and shook his head slowly, speaking as if he was still mad, although he was. But not at her, she was far too beautiful for him to be mad at her.

"I'm..Lucifer bloody Morningstar.." He slowly removed his fist from the piano. "Ugh, seriously"

She laughed a little although she was also now curious, there should have been blood on his hand or a bruise, anything really to show that he had just put a fist through his grand piano. She responded with a softer tone as she smiled back.

"And, I'm Hayley Marshall"