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Chloe and Lucifer are walking down the plank boardwalk into the marina to see if they could find the notorious billionaire Anders Brody for questioning.
Chloe stops and asks Lucifer, "Have you ever considered donating any of your vast fortune to charity?"
Turning to his partner, Lucifer asks, "What makes you think I don't, Detective?"
His question left her gaping like a fish, her mouth moving soundlessly.
"Detective, I donate millions of dollars each month to various causes. I retain lawyers whose job it is to track such things. I donate to the World Food Kitchen, Great Ormond Street Hospital, St. Jude's Hospital, The Red Cross and Red Crescent, the Father Frank Memorial Fund, that's a charity I created and there is much more each month. I vet each and every charity personally before I add it to the list. I give out many thousands more through granting favors. Second only to the desire for sex is the desire for money. If I consider the request a good cause, I generally grant it. I've paid for medical procedures for many loved ones of people I've only ever met when they tell me their desires, asking nothing in return. I also pay all living expenses for Amenadiel, where do you think he gets his money?"
Chloe is still looking at him with her mouth agape. She shakes herself and begins to speak, "I--I had no idea."
"That's rather obvious, but why would you assume that I don't help others?"
"Because the devil is supposed to be self-centered and evil?" She asks quizzically.
"I did think you knew me better, Detective. I am saddened that you don't." He turned to continue down to the waterside.
"Lucifer, wait!" He pauses. "I'm sorry, I do know you better, I let a crazy priest color my thoughts because I was completely out of my depth."
Lucifer turns back having spotted their quarry trying to fish a bottle from the water. "We can continue this conversation later, if you desire. Right now, we have a killer to catch."
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Later after the questioning and release of Mr. Brody. Lucifer looks up from his perch opposite Chloe at her desk.
His eyes are sad, "Detective?" Chloe raises her head, "you've known me for three years now, why would you think me selfish and evil?" he asks her softly.
She sighs as she puts down the file she was looking over, "Lucifer, I'm sorry, I should have remembered better, but I was so scared and the priest made me even more scared. He was so easy to believe, he seemed like a nice uncle. Priests are supposed to be trustworthy." She almost said the last part too loud and other officers turned for a moment before turning back to their work.
Now it is Lucifer's turn to sigh, "Detective, there are many thousands of priests in Hell."
"I'm sorry, I didn't know what to do--I had no one to talk to." Tears were beginning to form in her eyes.
"I've never lied to you, Detective, I would have answered any question you had. I would have given Dr. Linda permission to tell you anything..."
Chloe gasps, "Linda knows?"
"She insisted. If I didn't 'stop speaking in metaphors' she would no longer treat me. She assured me that she could handle it," he said sadly.
"Wait... was that after the sniper incident when you were afraid you broke your therapist?"
"Indeed it was. It took her two weeks to be a functioning human again. The reason I was acting so unhinged is that I had recently killed my own brother to save you, Maze and Mum."
"The car accident really was a plot to kill me? Chloe gasped.
"It was. I am so sorry you didn't believe me." Lucifer looking even more devastated as he pushed through the memories. "There was no need to go to Rome to find Catholics, Miss Lopez is right over there," he raised his hand in the direction of the lab.
"Yeah, and Dan, my ex-husband, right over there," Chloe indicated Dan's desk under the stairs. "I really was a bit out of my mind," she smiled sheepishly.
"But really Detective, why would you think I'm selfish, have I not died for you enough?" his expressive eyes were still supremely sad.
"Died? You died for me?" This time she did get just a little too loud and nearly drew an audience. "More than once?" she loud-whispered as people turned away.
"Yes, I have. And have saved your life many times as well."
Her eyes got big, "Do angels come back from death?"
"Under certain circumstances, yes. If Dad intervenes, definitely yes. If the death is caused by a human weapon, then as soon as celestial healing kicks in and heals the body, the angel comes back to life. At least that's how it works in my personal experience, normally human weapons cannot harm an angel. In the case of celestial or demonic weapons, if an angel is killed, it is permanent. The blade of death, the knife responsible for the yoga massacre, will kill the very soul of a being, so no afterlife even for an angel."
She again mimics a fish, "When did you die? Oh, when Malcolm shot you? You really died?" "I did, my father healed me. And I saved you and the urchin."
"Why didn't you tell me?" "I did. Remember when I told you 'I got better'?"
"Right, I'm so sorry, Lucifer, can you forgive me?"
"How can I not, Detective?" He smiled softly, "But it may take a little time."
"When else? You made it sound like more than once." she leaned toward him, keeping her voice low.
"Professor Carlisle, I had to go to him in Hell to get the antidote to the poison. And then there were the times I saved you without having to resort to such dire measures."
Chloe stares at him with large eyes while covering her open mouth with her hand, "Ohhhhh..." she groans.
"I didn't do anything the time you thought Pierce saved you. He put you in danger, his shooting was staged. He died, but revived within a few minutes. He manipulated you throughout that entire time."
"I did save you from getting your chest bashed in by the Heartbreak killer. I wasn't supposed to be there--remember?" Chloe nodded her head, her hand still clamped over her mouth.
"The most recent time I saved you was at the shootout in the loft. You had been shot by Cain and landed in my arms. He told his goons to 'finish it' and the only thing I had time to do was to open my wings to shield us both from the bullets. When the shooting stopped, I managed to fly you to the helipad, which, fortunately, was far enough away that I was no longer vulnerable when I returned to the loft and fought Cain and his minions. Father's number one rule is that angels cannot kill a human, and I killed Cain, a vile excuse for a human, but still it violated Father's mandate. He felt no guilt and I didn't want him to advance to the Silver City where he might find hundreds or even thousands of his victims. So I spoke to him, reminding him that he killed Charlotte, an innocent person. I believe the guilt I felt for killing a human, no matter how deserving, caused the return of my Devil face. Detective, I am so sorry that you saw it, I would never have shown it to you in that fashion if I were cognizant that it had manifested."
"Lucifer, we really need to talk more. Do you mind?"
"No, I would like you to know everything you desire. I suppose that is enough for tonight. Would you like to have dinner with me?"
"I can't, I have Trixie tonight. She has missed you terribly, would you like to have spaghetti with us tonight?"
"Only if I can make the bolognese," and Lucifer stands with his first real smile in days.