Summary: When a powerful celestial artifact is stolen from Lux, Lucifer Morningstar and Chloe Decker are thrown into a dangerous game of cat and mouse. As they chase down a mysterious thief, their partnership—and their feelings—are tested like never before. But when the truth behind the artifact is revealed, Lucifer faces a choice that could change everything between him and Chloe forever.
It had been a quiet night at Lux—until it wasn’t.
Lucifer Morningstar stood in the wreckage of his penthouse, his usually smug expression replaced by a deep scowl. Glass littered the floor, the bar was overturned, and a gaping hole in the safe where his most valuable celestial artifacts were kept told him everything he needed to know.
Someone had stolen from the Devil himself.
“Well, this is bloody inconvenient,” Lucifer muttered, brushing glass off his suit. “I had plans for this evening, and none of them included playing detective.”
“You mean getting drunk and causing trouble?” Chloe’s voice cut through the room as she stepped over the debris, arms crossed.
Lucifer smirked. “Detective! So lovely of you to join me in my hour of need. I assure you, I am the victim here.”
Chloe arched a brow. “Yeah? Try telling that to my crime scene guys, who are currently wondering why a man was thrown through your glass doors and landed three stories down in the VIP section.”
Lucifer sighed dramatically. “That ruffian tried to stop me from interrogating the bartender. Can you believe it?”
Chloe shook her head. “Okay, focus. What was stolen?”
Lucifer’s usual playfulness dimmed slightly. “A little trinket called the Eye of Azrael.”
Chloe frowned. “Azrael—your sister?”
“The very one. It’s a celestial artifact with the power to—well, let’s just say it’s not meant to be in human hands.”
Chloe folded her arms. “So, who took it?”
Lucifer tilted his head, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “That, my dear Detective, is the question of the hour. And I suggest we find out before whoever has it does something irreversible.”
The chase led them across Los Angeles—from underground auctions dealing in supernatural contraband to a high-stakes poker game in Beverly Hills where Lucifer managed to win, and subsequently lose, Chloe’s car in the span of five minutes.
“Seriously?!” Chloe groaned as they walked out of the casino.
Lucifer held up a finger. “Now, in my defense, I won it back before I lost it again.”
Chloe rolled her eyes. “And how, exactly, does this help us?”
“Because our dear, now car-owning friend mentioned a name.” Lucifer’s smirk returned. “Alexander Greaves. Wealthy collector, morally bankrupt, and—” he paused for effect, “—obsessed with the supernatural.”
Chloe sighed. “Why is it always the rich guys?”
Breaking into Greaves’ estate was easier than expected. The man had all the money in the world but apparently never heard of decent security.
They found the Eye of Azrael locked in a glass case, pulsing with an eerie golden light.
Lucifer hesitated. “Oh dear.”
“What?” Chloe whispered.
Lucifer turned to her, uncharacteristically serious. “The Eye isn’t just an artifact. It has the power to return a soul from the dead.”
Chloe’s breath caught. “You mean…?”
Lucifer nodded. “Yes, Detective. If someone uses it correctly, they could bring back anyone.”
Chloe’s mind raced. “And if Greaves wants it—”
“He’s planning to use it,” Lucifer finished.
A slow clap echoed through the room. They spun around to see Greaves himself, flanked by two heavily armed guards.
“Well, well, well,” Greaves smirked. “The Devil and his detective.”
Lucifer sighed. “Honestly, does everyone know who I am these days? It really takes the fun out of introductions.”
Greaves ignored him, his gaze on the artifact. “I take it you understand its value.”
Lucifer shrugged. “Oh, absolutely. Which is why I simply can’t let you keep it.”
Greaves chuckled. “I’m afraid you don’t have a choice.”
The guards raised their weapons.
Lucifer smirked. “Oh, Detective. I do love it when they think they have the upper hand.”
A few broken bones and a rather undignified scream from Greaves later, the Eye was back in Lucifer’s hands.
Chloe, slightly out of breath, looked at the artifact. “So… what do we do with it?”
Lucifer stared at the glowing gem, something unreadable in his eyes. “We destroy it.”
Chloe blinked. “What? But—if it really can bring someone back…”
Lucifer met her gaze. “Exactly, Detective. Can you imagine what would happen if it fell into the wrong hands? The balance of life and death isn’t something to toy with.”
Chloe hesitated. “Lucifer…”
He knew what she was thinking. That maybe—just maybe—there was someone she would bring back.
“Chloe,” he said softly. “Some things are meant to stay as they are. Even if it hurts.”
She nodded slowly. “Then let’s do it.”
Together, they shattered the Eye of Azrael, watching as its light faded into nothingness.
Lucifer turned to Chloe with a small smile. “Well. Another crisis averted. I suppose we should celebrate.”
Chloe smirked. “You mean drink until you forget that someone broke into your club?”
Lucifer grinned. “Detective, you know me so well.”
As they walked away, Chloe glanced at him. “Lucifer?”
“Yes, Detective?”
She hesitated, then smiled. “Thanks. For doing the right thing.”
Lucifer chuckled. “Oh, don’t go spreading that around. I have a reputation to maintain.”
Chloe shook her head, laughing. And for now, that was enough.
End.