Almost three weeks had passed since Lynne left Lux, and it had been four full days since she had even thought of Lucifer. Everything was going according to plan - keep busy, get over him, and move on with your life – a tried and true method to avoid feelings that she had implemented so many times before it was second nature at this point.
It was hard at first, harder than all the others combined, but she had made a deal with the devil and had no other choice but to uphold it. Her friends were pestering her for details of her weekend dalliance with the infamous owner of Lux, but work had been the perfect excuse to avoid them and served as her anchor, keeping her from drifting away in the sea of emotions that threatened to drown her when he crossed her mind. She threw herself into extra projects and initiatives, which filled her days and nights when she wasn't playing SuperMom to Emily or finally giving in and joining the PTO at her school. By keeping busy, Lynne was able to escape her mental anguish long enough for it to slowly fade away and be replaced by a renewed sense of purpose within her former life, which was all she had ever desired. Or so she thought…
Lucifer woke up in his bed surrounded by bodies he barely recognized, a daily routine he had established the night Lynne left. He climbed out from under the them and walked out towards the bar. He tripped over another pile of people and caught himself on the counter. Bloody hell, where did they come from? he thought to himself as he grabbed a bottle of bourbon. He drank half of it as he looked around his penthouse.
Empty bottles, takeout containers, random articles of clothing, and passed out party-goers cluttered almost every surface he could see, and he slowly began to fill with rage. Hedonism had helped distract him from his pain, but he could no longer bear the thought of being surrounded by strangers for one more second. "EVERYBODY OUT!" he roared.
A few of the bodies began to stir, but none heeded his instruction. The rage within him grew stronger and he sighed in exasperation. He finished the bottle and threw it against the shelves behind his bar, the waterfall of crashing glass a rude wake up call to his no-longer-welcome guests. He walked through his penthouse, pulling them up from where they slept and pushed them towards the elevator, embers burning in his eyes.
"I said everybody out! LEAVE ME!" he bellowed as he walked into his room to remove the bodies from his bed. Barely awake but fully shocked, they scurried towards the elevator and tried to get dressed as they waited for its return trip. The doors opened again, and he walked back towards them. "NOW!" he commanded, the fury of hell in his voice. The frightened group piled in and left.
He rummaged through the mess behind the bar and found one lonely bottle that hadn't smashed. He drank half of it as he walked to his piano, lit a cigarette, and began to play. The elevator dinged and the doors opened. He heard footsteps coming towards him and his eyes became fully engulfed by flames. He kept them locked on the keys as he continued playing. "If you've forgotten something, see the doorman this evening. NOW BE GONE!"
The body pushed him to the side of the bench before sitting down next to him. "No, Lucifer! I'm not leaving until you tell me why three dozen humans just ran out of Lux like the hounds of Hell were chasing them."
Lucifer turned towards her, his voice low and graveled. "Mazikeen, now is not the time. I need to be alone. Leave me. NOW," he snarled as he moved to push her.
She grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back before punching him square in the jaw. "I've left you alone long enough, Lucifer, and if you keep acting this way, you're going to jeopardize everything we've built. You almost ruined both of our lives when Chloe left, I will NOT allow that to happen again!"
Lucifer wiped the blood from his lip with his free hand. "You insolent bloody demon…" He grabbed her, knocking the bench over in the process, and threw her over the piano towards the pile of shattered glass behind the bar. Her body skidded across the counter and she caught herself on the ledge before she fell.
She growled as she jumped down and ran towards him, leaping off the overturned bench to kick him in the chest. He bent down to block her, and she somersaulted over his back, landing on all fours. She stood up and brushed herself off. "Lucifer, cut the shit! You knew her for THREE FUCKING DAYS!"
"HOW DARE YOU!" He lunged towards her and grabbed her by the throat, lifting her up against his bookcase, bringing her higher and higher above his head as she choked. He held her there for a few moments, the flames in his eyes growing stronger, and she began to cackle. A look of surprise flashed across his face and she kicked him in his chest, her leather heel digging into his ribcage, causing him to momentarily loosen his grip.
She quickly fell to her feet, ducked down under his arms and catapulted him into his desk, laughing as it cracked into a dozen pieces. “So it’s gonna be like that, huh?” She smiled as he stumbled through the pile of broken wood to stand up again.
A devilish smile ran across his face as he brushed some splinters from his hair. “I suppose it is, my dear Mazikeen. It’s been far too long since we’ve done this,” he said, rubbing his hands together as they began to circle each other. “Shall we skip right to shagging, or do you desire more foreplay?”
Maze took a tentative step towards him and laughed again as he flinched away from her. “Wuss,” she muttered as they continued their dance. The flames in his eyes grew brighter and in an instant he had her by the throat again, ready to throw her through the wall of glass, but he hesitated momentarily and she quickly spun around and swung a leg against the back of his knees, causing them to buckle, and he collapsed to the ground.
She rolled her eyes as she ground her boot into his back. “You're patheti-“ Lucifer grinned as he grabbed onto her legs and swung her across the room, laughing as she crashed into his couch. She groaned. “A soft landing? That’s all you’ve got?” Lucifer grinned again and ran towards her, hurtling both of them into one of the stone pillars and creating a new crack.
“Oh, there’s plenty more where that came from, darling. Surely it hasn’t been that long that you’d have forgotten…” He ran his tongue across her cheek and she kneed him in the groin, chuckling as he doubled over.
“In your dreams.” She scoffed as she picked him up by his shoulders and threw him through the wall of glass onto the patio. He quickly jumped back up and ran towards her, and she stuck her arm out just in time for him to clothesline into it as she blew some dust away from underneath her fingernails. He grabbed her by the hair and tackled her to the ground on his way down.
He seized her hands and held them above her head as he leaned into her ear and whispered. “Well if we can’t make love, then war it is.” He kissed her cheek before grabbing her hair again, picking her up by it until they were nose to nose, and grinned as he moved to smash her head against the floor. She twisted out of his grip and rolled them over, straddling him as she pulled out her blade and held it against his neck.
His fingers quickly released their grasp in her hair. "Lucifer, don't make me do this. You're lucky I still give a shit about you after everything you've put me through over the years. I'm here to help you, you idiot! Don't push me away like you do with everyone else." A flash of sorrow ran across his face and she loosened the grip of her knees against his chest.
His lips curled into a smile as his body began to shift and she pressed the blade gently into his neck, causing a small stream of blood to trickle down it. "Final warning, Lucifer. Stop fighting and start talking or I walk out of here and never look back."
He looked up at her, gazing into her eyes as he pondered his next move. He desperately wanted to throw her off of him and towards the elevator, giving her some assistance on her way out of his life. He knew that he could, that she would never actually hurt him, but he saw a flash of pain mixed with the anger in her eyes and knew that her words weren't just an idle threat. He couldn't bear the thought of losing the only other person he genuinely loved, and tears welled in his eyes, dousing the flames within them. "Please don't leave, Maze, I can't lose you too."
A few tears began to fall and she slowly climbed off him, a look of disgust on her face. "You're a wreck, Lucifer, I barely recognize you right now.” She crouched down, sitting on her heels as she sighed. “It's bad enough that you chose to remain among humanity and try it on for size, challenging yourself to try and 'find balance'. Hell, I even chose to stay along for the ride of my own accord." She shook her head. "But this? This blubbering mess on the floor in front of me right now? This isn't you, Lucifer.” She grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!"
Lucifer sat up and hung his head in his hands. "I don't know, Maze, I don't recognize myself either. This is different than the last time. I'm different. She's different..." His shoulders began to heave as more tears fell.
"Enough with the waterworks already…" She rolled her eyes and sighed in frustration. "You can't keep going on like this, Lucifer. If everything is so different this time, maybe you need to do something different to snap out of it."
"I can see someone's been spending too much time with their favorite human…" He scoffed. "Tell me, Doctor Demon, since you're such an expert now, what do you suggest I do?"
"I don't know, how about you try talking to Linda and actually listening to what she says for once?"
Lucifer began to laugh. "Come, now, Maze. I've been doing that for years! But maybe I could use a dose of the good old Doctor's medicine for old time's sake…"
Maze brought her blade to his neck again. "Don't you dare, Lucifer. She's off limits, and you know that." He threw his hands up in defeat and her voice softened a little. "I meant you should try letting her help you. Not just twist her words into supporting whatever it is you feel like doing at the moment."
"I most certainly do not-" Maze twisted the blade, adding another small cut on his neck. Lucifer sighed. "Fine, fine. I suppose it couldn't hurt to give it a whirl… Now would you please put that bloody blade away unless you're planning on using it to shave my beard?"
Maze rolled her eyes as she twirled the blade with a flourish and deposited it back into her belt. "Shave that monstrosity yourself, and take a shower while you're at it. You smell like a street urchin that's been bathing in bourbon for weeks.” She scoffed as she stood up and kicked him towards the bathroom. “I'll let her know you're coming."