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Lucifer’s shoulders ached as his eyes adjusted to the light in the room. His curtains shifted slightly as a breeze blew through, chilling his skin. He rose slowly, invisible weights tied to his chest, his mind aflame. 

“Something bad is going to happen today…” He mumbled under his breath as he rose up from his bed. It was still early in the morning, the sun barely showing through a shield of grey clouds. 

Hands holding his pounding head, Lucifer made his way into the bathroom, showering briskly. The steam helped with the migraine, but didn’t do much to improve the aches that echoed throughout his muscles. He ran his hands up and down his face. His eyes were still barely open.

He looked like exhaustion.

The mirror in the bathroom fogged up, the tile becoming slick as the minutes ticked on. Birds could be heard chirping outside. The city was waking up. Sunlight hit Lux, the tinted windows set on fire with the afternoon sun. Lucifer stayed in the shower until nearly eleven.

After several hours, he stepped out, still feeling like he’d been paved over. The water had gone cold a while ago, his skin pricked with goosebumps, the mirror clear of fog. The reflection he saw didn’t look like someone he knew. He reached out his arm sarcastically, as if to shake the hand of the man in the mirror.

His mouth opened as if he were about to make a joke to himself, but it closed just as fast. He didn’t really have anything to say.

With heavy feet, he dressed. His usual white button up and back slacks. A blazer with satin lining on the inside. He put on a watch he would never look at, and combed balm through his hair to keep it in place. A spray of cologne, a drop of moisturizer. Nothing could get rid of the unruly bags beneath his eyes.

“What’s the point of silk sheets if I don’t sleep to begin with…”

He walked out of his room, into the elevator, and out the front door, his face neutral. He was bored.

Women stared as he walked along the sidewalk, not really sure where he was going. He needed a drink, but didn’t want it. He looked for a fight, but couldn’t find one. He felt miserable. 

He routinely made his way back to Lux and got into his car. In search of something to do, he headed towards the police station. There was nothing on the radio, so he drove with his windows down, listening to the sound of wind and car horns. People were so impatient.

The late afternoon sky has just as dull as the one of early morning, being that the sky had been fluctuating from clear to cloudy. It was still grey, and a fog had begun to drift in from the coast. A chill sat in the air.

The police station was nearly empty, officers finishing their paperwork for the day, drinking their last sips of stale coffee. People mulled about with files, and no one paid any attention as Lucifer made his was to Decker’s desk. She wasn’t there.

“What’re you doing here? Did Chloe call you in?”

Lucifer turned to see Officer Espinoza leaning back in his chair, and air of curiosity about him. As he saw Lucifer’s face, he stood.

“Just thought I’d drop by. Crime never sleeps, after all.”

“Neither do you, apparently. You look terrible.”

Lucifer smiled cynically, “I do try…”

Espinoza shook his head, “Sorry. I just mean, you look like you haven’t slept in days—“

“Lucifer?” Decker’s voice rang out across the room. She was carrying a stack of papers. Lucifer pocketed his hands and stepped away from her desk, allowing her to set them down.

“What’s all that for?”

“Drug bust. But it’s just a lot of paperwork,” she paused and examined his face. “Are you… okay?”

“I think I just need a chat.”

“Is Linda out?”

Lucifer rolled his eyes, “right, sorry, forgot we’re work-friends, not friend-friends.”

“That’s not true,” Chloe sighed and gave a look to Dan. He held up his hands and walked back towards his desk. “What is it?”

“I think I’m depressed.”

Chloe crossed her arms. “Depressed?”

“I haven’t been sleeping. I feel like I’m tied down…” He looked at his feet, “I have the strangest sense that something bad is going to happen.”

“Like a gut-feeling?”


Chloe turned and leaned against her desk, eyebrows raised as she waited for Lucifer to continue.

“I can’t explain it beyond that. But I just know that something isn’t right.”

He glanced up at Decker, who was chewing the inside of her cheek. She thought for a while before saying anything. 

“I think you just need a change of environment.”

“How do you mean…”

She gestured towards the station, “Look at this place! You’re here nearly every day. Nothing has been happening. I think you’re just falling into a rut, a routine that you aren’t used to,” she shrugged, “Go out, find a club that isn’t yours, and talk to Lisa. I’m not a therapist.”

“You’re probably right,” he looked around meekly, “All this police work is rather monotonous. I can’t even remember the last time I brought a hooker home.”

“See that’s… the... spirit,” Chloe sighed, “Go. There’s nothing here for you to do and I don’t want to watch you mope around for the next three hours.”

So he left. He scrolled through his phone as he walked to his car. Completely distracted by the news, he started his car without noticing the large man in the passenger seat.


Lucifer jolted upright, eyes wide. Amenadiel sat nonchalantly, eyes directed towards the street. Cars zipped by. The sun was setting.

“What are you doing?”

“Checking in. You know I can sense when something is changing.”

Lucifer nodded, “You feel it, too.”

“I disagree with Decker. This isn’t just you. This is something big.”

Lucifer clenched his jaw, running a hand through his hair. His eyes closed for a moment. It felt good.

“Whatever it is, it’ll blow over. I’ve made it this far,” Lucifer offered a chuckle, but his brother didn’t return it.

Amenadiel shook his head. “Not this time. Just be careful.”

“I’m not a child—“

“Just... be careful.”

Then he was gone. Lucifer huffed out a breath, driving off faster than he should’ve. He was tired of life being so dull. He followed the sound of pounding club music. He was going to drink until he was unfazed.

A line had begun to form outside a colorful building. He pulled his car up to the curb and stepped out. Bouncers waved people in, while others stumbled out. It wasn’t even midnight and people were already wasted. 

Beautiful women in tiny dresses lined themselves up outside the doors. Smoke wafted out of the entrance, and the smell of sweet booze began to lift Lucifer’s spirits. He made his way towards the front of the line, sneaking in ahead of the fifty or so people that were there already. Apparently the wait was long.

He’d never really been to this part of the city before. He wasn’t far from home, and could probably see Lux from where he was, although not from the street. The clouds had finally cleared. If he could get up to the penthouse, he might have a shot.

“Hey there,” a woman’s voice came from behind him. “You here all alone?”

A blonde woman in a tight green dress raked her nails down his arm. She was obviously already very drunk.

He humored her, “I am. Are you?”

She shook her head. “I got threefriends inside alreeeeady. I bet they would love to meet you.” 

He chuckled, placing a hand on her shoulder. He was incredibly tempted. 

“Can I ask your name?”

“Veronicaaa,” she giggled. He makeup was smeared, her hair was curled haphazardly. Her dress squeezed her figure and left little to the imagination.

“You are a persistent one, aren’t you. Let me ask,” he bent down slightly so he was eye to eye with her. She bit at him in an attempt to be seductive, laughing all the while. “Miss Veronica, what’s your deepest desire?”

Her eyes glazed over and her movements stopped, “I want to forget who I am and start over again,” she spoke quietly.

“Is that right? I can help you with that,” he moved on her then, slipping a hand around her waist. She looked up at him, still in a trance, her eyes empty. Her breathing had deepened. He didn’t care that they were surrounded by people, that they were out on a street, as he kissed along the side of her neck. She groaned into his ear.

Before he could ask her to go somewhere else, there was a blood-curdling scream that made its way over the sound of the music. A few people in the crowd looked concerned, but didn’t pay too much mind. Mumbles of questions began to fill the silence.

Just then, a bouncer made his way through the groups of people, a dancer in his arms. She was sobbing loudly, clutching her ankle.

Oh God, it’s broken! It’s broken! Oh God, oh fuck!” She shouted as the bouncer set her down on the sidewalk. He was trying desperately to calm her down, but she continued to yell. Her breathing was hard and fast. Sirens sounded in the distance.

“That’s not good for business…”

Lucifer let go of Veronica, who forgot about him immediately as she latched on to another man. The dancer had quieted down, but she still choked out the occasional sob. 

Then he saw her. A woman in leather pants and a light pink blouse made her way outside, followed by a body guard. Whistled chirped behind her, but she ignored them and made her way to the edge of the sidewalk where the dancer was. Lucifer couldn’t hear exactly what she was saying, but she spoke to the bouncer harshly, scolding him for bringing the dancer out front.

The ambulance parked across the street, and paramedics made their way over. Lucifer watched the situation unfold. Assuming it was taken care of, he fiddled with his sleeve and redirected his attention elsewhere. His chest tightened suddenly, and a feeling of anxiety washed over him. Then, a feeling of absolute calm.

He felt a tap on his shoulder.

An electric shock flew through his body. He felt like he’d just re-experienced every drug he’d ever taken. He had one single thought before she spoke.

This is it.

“You look like a proper gentleman,” she smiled up at him then, their eyes meeting. She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Her voice was like silk, she smelled like peonies. He needed to know her. “Mind if I borrow your jacket?”

Maybe he already did.