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Chloe practically stormed into the first bar she saw as a tornado of emotions wrecked her from the inside.
She couldn't get the image out of her mind no matter how much she tried. She couldn't stop seeing the tangle of limbs and hearing the moans of pleasure in their bed. She couldn't stop seeing Dan's horrified and guilt-ridden expression when he realized that he and whoever he was with had an audience.
She couldn't stop smelling the alcohol on his breath. She couldn't stop hearing his apologies and explanations that changed nothing.
Chloe now sat down on a stool at the bar, and looked down at the wedding ring on her finger. Her and Dan had been going through a rough patch for awhile now. She knew that their relationship wasn't what it used to be, but to resort to this?
Chloe felt sick to her stomach, and needed a reprieve. "I'll have a whiskey." Chloe ordered when the bartender approached her. She needed something strong, now.
She couldn't handle looking at it anymore, so she took off the wedding ring and hid it in her pocket. She was tempted to throw it down a drain, but still had some semblance of self control.
Once the drink came, Chloe shot it back and almost coughed when it burned her throat. But the burn brought seconds of relief with it, making her mind go blissfully blank, if only for a moment.
She continued to order another one with the complete intention of drinking her sorrows away.
Tonight would be for wallowing, and tomorrow would be figuring out what to do next.
"Rough night?" A smooth British voice asked from the stool beside her.
Chloe let out a sharp laugh full of bitterness as she glanced at the man beside her. "You have no idea."
The first thing Chloe noticed about the man's appearance was his dark, almost black eyes. He wore an expensive big name brand suit that consisted of a crisp white dress shirt, red pocket square, and black jacket and slacks. He was definitely attractive, but Chloe really didn't care at the moment.
"As it turns out, finding your drunk husband in bed with a random woman isn't much fun." Chloe remarked before she took a sip of her refilled drink.
The man whistled as his eyebrow a raised. "I can't imagine it being fun at all. But, to be fair, monogamy is a joke anyways. One way or the other, I doubt it ever lasts."
Chloe frowned at the man. "That's not true. Monogamy can work perfectly fine, as long as it's with the right person."
The man's lips quirked up on one side. "Coming from the woman who's husband is cheating."
"I didn't say anything about me being with the right person." Chloe corrected bitterly. She had thought she did, but apparently that wasn't the case.
The man hummed and took a sip of his drink, coincidentally the same alcohol of choice as hers.
Chloe sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Jesus, what has happened to my life?"
"Wrong deity, I'm afraid." The man replied with a hint of amusement, as if in on a joke she wasn't aware of.
Chloe knitted her brow at the comment, but didn't address it. "I'm a cop, for God's sake! I should've seen some sort of sign that he was capable of something like this. I know that for some people all bets are off when they're drunk enough, but come on!"
"Well, I've found that in most cases, the guiltier the soul, the better they are at hiding that guilt during their time on Earth. But don't worry, everyone gets their reckoning at some point." The man commented vaguely.
"I've never been much of a believer in karma." Chloe said. She's always believed that things just happened due to coincidence or circumstances. She's never been able to believe in a higher power. That's simply not how she was wired.
"Oh, I wasn't talking about karma." The man said with a momentary glance downwards. "And it's fair to say that I'm a bit of an expert on the topic."
"What are you, a therapist?" Chloe asked.
The man laughed at her guess that was apparently way off. "Dad no. More like a warden. In fact, you might've heard of me. Perhaps in Sunday school."
Chloe frowned in confusion. "Huh?"
The man wore a dashing grin and his eyes filled with mischief. "I'm Lucifer, also known as Satan, Beelzebub, Old Scratch-a favorite of mine, actually, Prince of Darkness, et cetra et cetra."
Chloe was dead silent for a moment before she broke out laughing. She slapped a hand on her thigh as she tried to get her laughter under control. When she looked back at the man, fully expecting him to be laughing along with her, he was completely serious.
Chloe looked at him in confusion for a moment when he didn't admit to joking. "Wait, what? Is that a stage name or something?"
Lucifer sighed and took a sip of his drink. "God given, I'm afraid."
Chloe's frown deepened as she studied the man. Either he was jerking her chain, or was simply delusional. But by the way his eyes and demeanor expressed nothing but pure honesty, she leaned more towards the latter.
"I see." Chloe said, trying to keep her voice even. She knew that she should probably feel uncomfortable and make an excuse to leave... But somehow, being in this guy's presence made her feel better than she has in weeks, even before walking in on Dan that night.
"No, you don't. Humans never believe me at face value... Well, this face value." Lucifer shrugged uncaringly.
He then leaned in with amusement. "But you want to know a secret? That's part of the fun. One of your favorite quotes is ' The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist'. Well, irony of it all is that I continuously tell you that I'm real, yet you convince yourselves that I don't exist. Hilarious, really."
Lucifer leaned away, and took another sip of his drink. Chloe nodded slowly and turned back to her drink. Yep, definitely delusional. That was the real irony.
Lucifer then glanced around the bar, as if looking for someone. "You haven't seen a demon around here by any chance, have you? She's terrifying in an attractive way, clad in strips of leather, has blades strapped to her hips, and is often times thinking about murder."
Chloe's eyes widened and she huffed a laugh. "Can't say that I have, sorry."
Lucifer sighed as he apparently didn't see her either. "She's probably gone off to enjoy Earth's offerings before any pesky angels can drag us back down below. In fact, I should probably be getting a wiggle on myself. Only Dad knows when I'll get another chance."
He then slid off his stool, pulled out a money clip from his pocket and carelessly dropped a couple of hundreds beside his drink. He then looked at Chloe with interest. "You know what, why don't you join me. Miss....?"
Chloe hesitated before giving out her name. "Jane. Jane Phalange." It was the first thing to pop into her head (thank you, Phoebe). It was never a good idea to share real names with strangers, much less strangers who believed themselves to be evil incarnate. "And what exactly would I be joining you in?"
Lucifer gave her a Cheshire grin that practically exuded confidence. "Well, that certainly depends. Tell me, Jane... What is it you truly desire?"
Chloe chuckled at the strange question. "Is that your go to pick-up line? It's certainly something I've never heard before."
For the first time that night, Lucifer's confidence faltered and confusion slipped through the cracks. "How did you..." He wondered, looking her up and down.
He seemed to shake it off easily enough, and slapped his grin back on. "Well, I had a few certain extracurricular activities in mind, but I could certainly switch things up to whatever you wanted."
Judging by the waggle of his eyebrows, Chloe knew exactly what he was suggesting. Her first thought was to immediately decline, knowing that it would be wrong on so many levels. Knowing that she would never betray Dan like that.
But then... The image of Dan with another women flashed through her mind, and filled her with a whole new cocktail of emotions. She looked at this stranger in front of her. He was definitely attractive, seemed confident and fun to be around, if a bit dickish. He was delusional, there was that. But for some weird reason, she didn't feel threatened.
And besides, there was something intriguing about this self-proclaimed Devil. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but it was there all the same.
"Sure, why not?" The words tumbled out of Chloe's mouth before she could really think about what her words would entail. In that moment, she didn't know just how much of an impact those three little words would have on the rest of her life.
How those three little words would make it so much more complicated, yet so beautiful.
•••••••••••
Chloe went with Lucifer to an extravagant hotel where a single night could cover a month of her rent. As they walked through the hallway leading to their room, Chloe was finally second-guessing herself.
What the hell was she doing?
About to have a one-night stand with a complete stranger who called himself Lucifer? Really brilliant, Chloe. One of your finest moments.
This was monumentally stupid. Not only were there countless risks, but she didn't do things like this. Not anymore, at least. She's had her wild phase during her Hot Tub High School days, but those ended the moment her father passed away.
This wasn't Chloe Decker, level headed, calm, think things through, by the books cop. But of course, look at where all of that got her. Cheated on, heartbroken, and probably facing a divorce.
... Maybe being someone else for one night wouldn't hurt. Just for one night, maybe she should allow herself to be impulsive. Tomorrow she can be Chloe Decker, tonight she'll be Jane Phalange.
As soon as Lucifer slipped the key card into the door and it unlocked, Chloe then wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled his lips against hers before she could change her mind.
Lucifer didn't protest in the slightest, and easily adjusted to the kiss. One thing Chloe had to give this guy credit on, he definitely knew what he was doing. In the kissing aspect, at least.
She gave a light gasp of surprise when he easily lifted her up in his arms, opened the door, closed it, and walked into the room in almost one motion. Strong, too.
Chloe wrapped her legs around his waist, and moaned into the kiss. Thoughts of Dan and difficult days ahead mercifully hid into the back of her mind as she got lost in the moment.
That's exactly what Chloe wanted right then. No talking, no memories, just to have a blissfully blank mind.
Chloe hadn't been paying attention enough to realize what was happening until he was placing her on the king sized bed and his lips left her mouth to begin a trail down her neck.
Once his kisses had reached her collarbone, Chloe suddenly snapped her eyes open as a thought came to her. "Condom." Was all she said. The last thing she needed was any diseases or oopsie babies.
Lucifer paused his kissing and chuckled lightly, as if he was again in on a joke she wasn't aware of. "No need. I'm clean and sterile."
"Oh." Chloe replied. She probably should have questioned him further, insisted on precautions anyway, but thinking clearly was becoming increasingly difficult when his lips kept on traveling down.
She liked being Jane Phalange.
•••••••••••
The next morning, Lucifer awoke in bed beside Jane, who was snoring like an Albanian field wench. She seemed peaceful as she slept, hair strewn around her head like a tangled halo.
They both laid naked among the tangled sheets, clothes discarded carelessly to the floor. Lucifer propped his head against the palm of his hand, and watched her with interest.
He wondered how she could've possibly been unaffected by his power of desire. He'd tried using his power again a couple more times during sex, but the results were always the same. She'd played along the second time, but he could tell by the clarity of her eyes that it wasn't working.
It boggled his mind.
But since his time on Earth had most likely been dwindling, he decided not to think too hard about it. Amenadiel would no doubt come any minute now to drag him down to the bowels of Hell once more.
Mazikeen had most likely gone off to the closest drug-filled orgy she could find (She's a demon, he had no doubts that the hellion could find one on short notice). Ordinarily, Lucifer would follow in the same direction, but... There was just something about this woman that intrigued him.
He wasn't sympathetic to her little squabbles by any means. Compared to his immortal existence, her little problems with her husband were minuscule. She was just another drop in the vast ocean that was humanity over the centuries.
If the way she had seemed lost in the bar had made him feel anything other than indifference, Lucifer wouldn't say. He also wouldn't admit to feeling the tiniest bit pissed at her obviously idiotic husband.
Nope, he didn't care.
He knew that Jane Phalange had obviously been an alias. He had noticed the way she hesitated before answering, but didn't say anything of it.
Her snoring suddenly seized when she woke up with a snort. She blinked the sleep from her eyes, and turned her head towards him. Jane's eyes widened in confusion for a moment, but then she relaxed when the memories of the night before trickled in.
"Well well, you've officially disproved the stereotype of Plain Jane." Lucifer commented cheekily.
Her lips turned up into a slightly embarrassed grin as she bit her bottom lip. "Did I?"
"Of course! You had moves that made even the Devil blush." He winked at her for good measure. "I'm pretty sure that we made Rosemary's baby."
Jane closed her eyes and let out a giggle before covering her face with her hands. "Oh my god!"
Lucifer frowned in slight disgust. "As a general rule, I always ask to avoid using my father's name in bed. It can really kill the mood."
She peeked at him through her fingers, and her shoulders shook as she held in another laugh. "Riiiiiight. Cause I just slept with the Devil himself... Of course. Does this mean that my soul is condemned to Hell?"
Lucifer's frown deepened a bit. He knew that she was only joking, thinking of his identity as a simple game, but it bothered him nonetheless. "I assure you that I have nothing to do with souls going to Hell. The only time I ever bother with them is when they've already kicked the proverbial bucket."
She didn't comment on it, probably thinking that he was due for a visit for the loony bin. That was fine. She wasn't the first, and most definitely not the last.
Jane shrugged it off easily enough, then sat up in bed, and then stood from the bed. "I need to use the bathroom for a minute." Moments later she was closing the bathroom door behind her, leaving the Devil to his own devices.
Lucifer laid on his back, and stared up at the ceiling. There had been no acid fueled raves, but this had been a good visit to Earth. He glanced at the bathroom door and grinned. A great one.
Lucifer held out his hand, palm open, and focused on the Pentecostal coin in his trousers pocket. After a moment of struggling through the fabric, it flew into his waiting hand. Since it was so draining, Lucifer didn't use his telekinesis often. Only for the occasional lock and coin.
He began flipping it in the air and catching it to pass the time. But as he tossed it the fourth time, the coin's movement slowed until it almost appeared to be floating.
Lucifer groaned irritably and looked up to find his inseparable brother Amenadiel wearing his grey dress, stern expression, and wings out. Maze was in his arms bridal style, but almost immediately pushed her way out of them.
She was wearing many parade beads around her neck, a black domino mask, and was holding a leather whip in her hand as she glared at the angel.
Lucifer looked to his right hand demon with a raised eyebrow. "I see that you had fun after abandoning me."
"I was having fun." Maze said venomously as she continued to glare at Amenadiel. "Until some jackass dragged me out of a foursome."
Amenadiel cringed in disgust as he remembered the scene he found the demon in. But he pushed the images away and turned to the Devil. "Alright, Luci. You've had your fun, now it's time to go home. As you can see, I've done the liberty of locating your demon."
Mazikeen stuck out her tongue at God's mightiest and flipped him with both of her favorite fingers.
Lucifer gritted his teeth as he snatched the still floating coin from the air. "Oh, come on! One night is all you'll give me? Even though I'll have to spend another eon or two before my next trip?"
Amenadiel crossed his arms sternly. "That's the way things are."
"Why? Because that's how you say it is?" Lucifer asked bitterly.
Amenadiel narrowed his eyes at the Devil’s reluctance. "Should I get our other siblings involved?"
Lucifer stiffened at the threat. The first few times Lucifer played hooky in Hell and visited Earth, he had outright refused to go back when Amenadiel tried to 'set the balance of the worlds'.
But it hadn't ever gone well for Lucifer whenever Amenadiel brought the rest of Heaven's softball team as muscle.
"Fine, fine." Lucifer acquiesced. He stood up, stark naked, and carelessly retrieved his clothes from the floor. "I see that the stick up your arse is extra deep today."
Amenadiel's eyes widened comically and he looked away in embarrassment. Maze only continued to look on in appreciation unashamedly.
Once Lucifer was dressed, he spread out his wings for his descend to Hell. When the demon and angel weren't looking, he sent the bathroom door one last glance.
A mystery for another time, perhaps.
Lucifer took Maze in his arms, and with a flap, they were all gone.
••••••••••••
Chloe was done emptying her bladder in five minutes, and made her way into the hotel room. She didn't see Lucifer in the bed, or anywhere in the room. His clothes were gone, too.
Chloe felt a rush of disappointment when she realized that he was gone. He was probably a wham, bam, thank you ma'am type.
Though she shouldn't be surprised. She wasn't delusional (unlike him) and thought of this as something it wasn't. It had been a one time thing. Nothing more.
And besides, Chloe had much bigger things to worry about at the moment.
••••••••••••
It has been two months since the night that turned Chloe's life upside down. In those two months, her and Dan had separated.
Neither had officially filed for divorce, but they both knew that it was inevitably coming.
Or, at least it had been. Before Chloe found herself in this situation.
She currently sat in the tub of her mother's house with the positive pregnancy test in her hands and tears running down her face.
How the fuck had she managed to land herself in this situation? Knocked up and possibly facing single motherhood? And not only that, but she wasn't even sure of who the baby's father was. Either it was her cheating ex, or a complete stranger who believed that he was the Devil.
Fan-fucking-tastic, Decker. You've really outdone yourself. Just wonderful.
Chloe briefly considered going to a clinic and getting rid of it, but her stomach turned at the thought. Chloe's tears turned into sobs as she leaned her head against the wall of the empty tub.
It's not like she didn't want children, she did. But not like this. After leaving her career as an actress and deciding to follow her father's footsteps, Chloe has had certain expectations of herself. Of what her life should look like.
She would be living in a house with two, maybe three, children, and a husband who she adored. She would have a successful career as a detective, and brought justice to the lowest scum of the world. To people like the one's who took her father away. She would make everything a little brighter.
Chloe curled in on herself as she sobbed, wishing desperately that her dad would be there. That he would take her into his arms and make everything okay again. That he'd make the world seem bright, even when all the others saw was darkness.
But he wasn't here anymore.
Chloe would have to pull herself together, and figure this out. Her sobs subsided eventually, and Chloe sat up in the tub. She rubbed at her swollen eyes and sat the test on the side of the tub.
She hesitated a moment before lifting her t-shirt, placing a hand against her flat stomach. The gesture felt weird to even her, to acknowledge that she wasn't alone in her own body. A small, hesitant smile grew on Chloe's face.
She tried putting everything else aside, Dan, Lucifer, the separation, her living situation, everything. Only leaving room to think about the baby.
Baby.
Chloe was having a baby. The smile widened and she felt herself laugh in disbelief.
Her dad couldn't bring her light anymore, but maybe Chloe could start bringing light to someone else.
•••••••••••
Chloe stood outside of Dan's apartment door, hand hanging in the air before she forced herself to knock. She felt nauseous and wanted nothing more than to turn on her heel and run.
But she had to do this. She couldn't keep this from Dan when he might be the father. She had tried searching Lucifer, but of course that hadn't turned up anything useful. She had tried calling the hotel they stayed in, but apparently he had paid for the room in cash and also introduced himself as Lucifer. So, dead end.
Chloe really didn't know what to hope for regarding her unborn child's paternity.
Dan opened the door, cutting off Chloe's train of thought, and looked at her in surprise. "Chlo? What are you doing here?"
Chloe opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. They both stood in awkward silence for several moments. They had avoided each other the best they possibly could at work, and never saw each other outside of it.
"Can I come in?" Chloe asked, voice surprisingly steady.
Dan nodded a little too hard, and opened the door wider. He rubbed the back of his neck and stepped out of her way. "Yeah, sure, come in."
Five minutes later Chloe was sitting on a chair while Dan sat on the couch, uncomfortable silence descending upon them like a heavy fog.
"Sooooo," Dan started. "What's going on?" As soon as he saw her, Dan assumed that it was something to do about the divorce. He had been dreading this conversation, but he knew that it was coming.
Dan had fucked up, bad. He had gone out drinking with Malcolm (someone he didn't even like), and after a few too many beers, his marriage troubles had tumbled out of his mouth like a flood. Afterwards, that prick had said that a quick fling might lesson the tension.
Dan had refused at first, but Malcolm wouldn't just stop pushing. And the seed had eventually took root in Dan's mind and grew. It grew until next thing he knew he was in bed with the waitress, and Chloe was throwing a book at his head (ironically the Bible) before storming out.
He wanted to put all the blame on Malcolm, but Dan had screwed everything up. He'd been the one to ruin his marriage. He was brought back to the present by Chloe sighing.
She felt jittery, doubting that any of her news would be well received. "Okay, so.... There's really no good way to tell you this... But I'll just start at the beginning. Two months ago, the night I saw you... you know... I had a one-night stand."
Dan's eyebrows raised in surprise and the tiniest bit of jealousy flared in his chest, even if it was unjustified. "Oh?"
Chloe nodded and took another deep breath. "Yeah, and the thing is... I took a pregnancy test yesterday."
Dan's expression froze for a minute as he absorbed that, then his eyes widened in shock and his jaw went slack. "You... you're...?"
Chloe nodded and felt emotionally drained. "Yes, I'm pregnant."
Dan wasn't sure what to do with that information, what he should feel. He bitter, but again, it was unjustified. "You're pregnant with someone else's kid?"
"Maybe." Chloe admitted, she straitened her shoulders and tried to keep a strong demeanor. "I'm not sure which one of you is the father. The guy I slept with said that he was sterile, but who knows."
Once Dan realized what she was saying, he was absolutely flabbergasted. "Wait... So it might be...."
Chloe nodded again. "Yeah, the baby might be yours. But again, I don't know."
Dan's heart rate increased and he felt an onslaught of emotions course through him. "Holy shit!" Dan exclaimed as he jumped from the couch and began pacing around the living room. He ran a hand through his hair as this possible reality sunk in.
One thing was certain, he was scared shitless.
Dan felt himself begin to hyperventilate as his mind tried to grasp this. "HOLY SHIT!"
Chloe simply watched him from the chair with a frown. Dan couldn't believe this! Just as his and Chloe's relationship is at its lowest point, this happens.
She was pregnant, and there was a very good chance that the baby was his... Huh. Dan's breathing slowed as he began to calm down. Holy shit, he might be a dad. A hesitant smile crawled its way onto Dan's face.
"Holy shit, Chloe!" Dan exclaimed, but his words were followed by a laugh. It was infectious, and moments later Chloe found herself laughing too.
Dan then sat beside her on the chair and pulled her in for a hug. Chloe instantly stiffened, and Dan pulled away once he caught on. He cleared his throat, and tried to fight off his smile. "Well, I definitely wasn't expecting to become a dad when I woke up this morning."
Chloe frowned and swallowed. "The baby might not be yours, Dan."
"But didn't you say that the guy was sterile? That has to swing the chances in my favor at least a little bit." He reasoned.
Chloe shrugged, but wore a soft smile herself. "We'll just have to wait and see."
••••••••••••
Over the next several months, things changed significantly for them both. Dan went to every single one of Chloe's doctors appointments, and was there during the morning sickness, weird midnight cravings, and every milestone.
Surprisingly, the pregnancy had brought them back together. Chloe had eventually forgiven Dan for the cheating after several months of him sucking up to her, and they moved in together when Chloe hit her six month mark.
They hadn't ever told anyone about Chloe's one-night stand, so everyone naturally assumed Dan the father. And if they were being honest, they had as well. They had both unconsciously agreed to ignore the possibility until the absolute last second.
Which came after Chloe went into labor.
After several hours of screaming, cussing, and Dan fainting twice, they had welcomed Beatrice Joanne Espinoza (nicknamed Trixie) into the world.
Dan sat in a uncomfortable chair in the hospital room as Chloe slept in the bed after giving birth. Trixie was sleeping comfortably in Dan's arms, wrapped up like a taco in a pink blanket.
The second he saw her, Dan knew that he was in love. He could hardly believe that he got to call this precious little thing his daughter. A niggling voice at the back of his mind chimed in and said that she might not be his, but Dan chose to ignore it.
He was going to enjoy this perfect moment for as long as he possibly could.
Just then the doctor walked in, holding a clipboard and wearing a carefully neutral expression. Chloe woke up from the noise of the door opening, and blinked up at the doctor.
"How are you feeling, Chloe?" The doctor asked.
Chloe stretched a bit and winced. "I'm feeling fine, considering."
The doctor nodded, then glanced down at her clipboard. "We got the test results in for the paternity test."
Dan sat a little straighter and Chloe instantly woke up completely. The couple shared a glance, both dreading the possible results. "And?" Chloe asked.
The doctor took a breath before announcing the news. "I'm sorry, Mr. Espinoza, but you are not the father."
Dan's heart crumbled as he looked down at the newborn. This perfect little girl that he had been dreaming about for the past several months, worrying over, preparing for... wasn't his.
Dan hadn't even realized he was crying until a drop fell on the blanket. He sniffled and looked up at Chloe to see that she was crying too as she watched them. Dan hadn't even noticed the doctor leaving.
Dan carefully stood from the chair and made his way to the bed. He gently placed Trixie in Chloe's arms, and laid down beside them.
Chloe swallowed and fixed her gaze on the baby's face. "What now?" Her voice was soft and shook just the slightest.
Dan sighed as he tried to get his thoughts under control. He looked at the baby, and found that the all consuming feeling of love and adoration didn't diminish in the slightest. It hurt like a bitch, but didn't change how he felt towards Trixie.
"I guess..." Dan started, trying to keep his voice from breaking. "I guess the same thing that would've happened before."
Chloe looked up into Dan's eyes with barely concealed hope. "Are you sure? Nobody would blame you if you wanted to take a step back..."
Dan swallowed and shook his head. "Chloe, I... I want to be her dad. Even if not biologically. If you'll let me."
Chloe's face broke out in a smile, and she leaned into him. Dan wrapped his arm around her shoulders, and placed a hand on Trixie's side as they gazed at their daughter.
••••••••••••
Seven years later...
Things had certainly changed over the years. Chloe and Dan's relationship had fallen apart again in recent years, but nothing as dramatic as an affair. They simply didn't work anymore as a couple.
Nobody knew about Trixie's paternity but her parents and grandparents. So as far as the rest of the world (Trixie included) knew, Dan was her biological father.
Chloe had made detective, though it wasn't at all how she hoped. Being the office pariah while a potentially dirty cop was celebrated proved to be a bitch.
At the moment Chloe was walking through a club called Lux, about to question the owner. She had laughed when she heard the name Lucifer Morningstar. She wondered if this Lucifer believed himself to be the devil as much as the last one did.
Chloe was tapping her notepad against her thigh as she walked through the club when her eyes landed on the figure at the piano. She stopped in her tracks and the notepad fell from her hand as she gaped at the club owner, heart stuttering.
Or, more specifically, as she gaped at Trixie's father.