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Morning time in the LAPD and surprise surprise, Lucifer is not in yet.
“hey Chlo have you seen Lucifer yet, I haven’t seen him yet today?” Ella says. Chloe signs “No I haven’t seen him today but he’s probably just being the same old Lucifer.” She states unenthusiastically…
A week has passed.
Ella groans “Guys Lucifer is still not in today.. I’m starting to get really worried for him!”
“hey, I’m sure he will be fine just like all the other times.” Chloe says to reassure Ella “Maybe..” Ella replies. “I mean at least I don’t have to worry about my pudding being stolen for the time being.” Dan says while mixing up his pudding before taking another bite.
A month has passed.
“Okay…Maybe nows the time to start worrying..” Chloe says with worry in her tone. “Yeah..” Dan sighs out. “We should probably check up on him soon.” “How about we head up to his pent house to check up on him if he’s there tonight?” Ella questions the other two. They agree to the plan before they all go off to finish their job for the day.
Later on that night.
The three friends crept into Lux and up the elevator to Lucifers pent house..
From whom all thought was a tidy man who could never leave a mess uncleaned was proven wrong in the state of his pent house. Lucifer could clean in a snap of his fingers but he left the pent house in a state.
Ella gasped as she seen the mess in lucifers pent house, empty bottles laying around, clothes thrown all over the place, the room left quiet dark and empty of joy.
“Lucifer?” Chloe yelled out..no answer.
Dan starts to step out of the elevator in hopes lucifer in in-fact in the pent house as this wasn’t a sign of something like break in.
The three friends make it over to Lucifers room
they pause…
The sound of sobs trying not to be heard.
The three friends, Unsure of what to do in this situation stand by Lucifers bed.
Whom once was known for being so prideful is curled up in a ball of blankets sobbing. Ella slowly takes the blanket off of Lucifers head revealing a face, puffy red eyes flowing with fluids, little sobs of sadness mixed with nervousness.
The tears of an angel.
“I’m sorry..” Is what manages to come out of the crying devils mouth. “I didn’t want you guys to see me like this..” The way he is speaking is barely above a whisper.
The three friends are in awe at seeing the angel cry. Being just a mortal seeing such a divine being like an angel cry is a sight for sore eyes. “hey Luce.. what’s the matter” Ella says helping Lucifer to sit up then hugging the devil. “Will you judge me if I say?” Lucifer says with worry and emptiness in his voice. Dan says “If we were going through something and wanted to tell you would you judge us?” “well..no…” “exactly.” dan reassures the weeping devil.
Lucifer presses his face into Ellas shoulder “depression.” he admits mumbling. “Aww buddy! don’t worry we’ll be right here for you!” Ella says with joy. “yeah you don’t have to worry, Trixie is at her grandparents house for the weekend so we’re free.” Chloe says before asking. “do you want me to ask Amenadiel to come over?” The angel nods his head the tear stains glistening at every angle.
Amenadiel comes over with Dr Linda.
“Luci.” Amenadiel says as he walks over with linda to his brother on the couch now. as Amenadiel goes over the angel stays silent looking mentally drained. “Can I see your left arm Luci..?” Lucifer hands his arm to Amenadiel with worry as Amenadiel grabs the first aid kit Linda brought with her and Amenadiel. He pulls up Lucifers sleeve slowly in his black hoodie and gasps and shocked noises are heard around the room as Lucifers scars and fresh cuts are revealed. Lucifer starts to panic tears go down his face as his breath quickens and his leg shakes up and down. “Breathe Lucifer, Breathe.” Linda says as she helps lucifer breathe with a panic attack exercise. After Lucifers arm gets patched up everyone has decided to sleepover for the night. They turn in a movie and get on the couches in lucifers pent house.
Wait..Is that snoring?
They look down in the corner of the couch to find the exhausted devil sleeping with a stuffed duck in his arms.
Rest well angel, you deserve it.