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The Devil’s Wife - Part 4 (Lucifer Morningstar Series)

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Warnings: swearing and some strong violence and of course angst!

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Back when all of this started, life was hard for the soulmates. Pressure building and building as the tension grew in heaven, it was their job to control and maintain peace with their other halves. The true purpose was never disclosed but you soon figured it out when your husband fell: to be the upper hand for God. Using you to get to Lucifer, to control him. Things were never built on good intentions like it is shown.

Upon Lucifer’s downfall, or uprising depending on your perspective, you were punished. your one task, the only reason you were created in fact was to control and understand him. you did just that but what the winning side forgot was that emotions would come into play. Siding with them wasn’t easy when you’re in love with the other. Unbeknownst to you, they expected you to just open your mouth and the information to fall out but that never happened. It couldn’t. The one thing you swore to do was protect him and that’s what you did, you’ll be killed before you betray your literary soulmate.

So when it came down to the dirty work you swore yourself never to speak of again, you lost all hope. A slight part of you expected there to at least be talk of a scheme made by your husband but no. Day after day you sat, tortured for eons, and not a single thought crossed his mind about you still being alive. It did hurt, but you learnt to live with it the hard way. The same stone walls surrounded you, suffocating your mind, and at one point you had hope; there was one guard who would look at you with emotion and would actually talk to you but that didn’t last long. Soon the other guards caught into your late night chats and spoke out about them. Hope vanished as fast as it came and that was a blow that you couldn’t recover from.

The door creaked open, the sound scratching through your eardrums. Shuffling back further so that you were as far into the corner of the cell you could go, the smell of sweat and mould filled your senses. Glancing only for a second you saw the same sight you saw every morning: the chair. The man entered with his usual back, never uttering a word. You just nodded your head and rose to your feet. It was time. Multiple guards surrounded you, two holding you in place while the other one took apart your chains and disabled the cage you were bound to. Once released, you stretched out, preparing yourself for what was about to happen. Cracking if your back and fingers sounded the room, colliding with the noise of him setting out the agenda for the day. At this point, you feared the pain but apart from that, it was something to pass the indefinite time. Hands clamped to your shoulder as they forced your movements towards the torturous chair. The thought of whether they felt sympathy for you filled your mind, there was always a weak link in bands of guards but he most likely was just scared to hear the sounds escape the chamber like they always do.

“So, what’s on the table for me today Mr?” That’s always how you started the day, and as he turned around with the blade gripped to his hand, your smile faltered. Here we go again.

He approached you with the same lack of emotion he always does, he said the same scripted questions he always does and then the screams started as the blade found its home in your back.

Your eyes shot open, the sight of soaked sheets hitting you first, then him, peaceful. Tracing his face with you toughened fingers, they somehow even managed to scar you there. Closing your eyes and ridding your head of those thoughts you escaped his grip and made your way towards the en-suite, feet barely touching the ground in order to avoid Lucifer’s disturbance. Reaching the bathroom you went straight for the shower, letting your mind go blank and focusing on the task at hand. As time passed, quicker than you were used to, you were starting to finish up when the door swung open. At first you didn’t even notice it until the gasp. Swinging round, you expected to see you husband but instead you were harshly mistaken when Chloe stood there.

“Get out!” She didn’t need to be told twice, the embarrassment filling her features. The minute the door thudded close, you sighed out of relief but it didn’t last long, then shame filled your body. Drying off as quickly as you can, you throw your hair up in a bun, the wet strands falling and framing your face. Exiting the bathroom and opening the drawers, hoping there was something you could wear. The sight of Lucifer’s old t-shirts made you feel a bit better, dressing yourself and grabbing some shorts you found as well. Taking a deep breath, you decided it was now or never. As you left the solace of the bedroom you expected Chloe to still be here, you were correct, she sat at the bar with her face still a slight reddish tinge. At least we were still in the same boat.

Clearing your throat to announce your presence, her head shot round, her mouth open to speak. You let her, making your way towards her.

“I am so sorry, I didn't hear the shower on. I’ve found that his bathroom is the cleanest one here and-” Reaching for a drink, something strong you interrupted, “It’s fine, i'll make sure that a cleaner is hired, the other ones should be better from now on so if you don’t mind using those ones instead, I’d be very grateful.” The authoritative tone in your voice just made her nod. Then it hit: the awkward silence. Swirling the whisky around in its glass you figure it best to tackle the problem head on.

“Are we just going to ignore the point of this uncomfortable atmosphere?” Raising your eyebrows at her, you came to the conclusion it would be better for her to give you her side of the story. “I didn’t really see much, the steam from the shower was a lot so.” Chloe hung her head and from that you knew. She saw it. “You aren’t stupid, and I appreciate your consideration but I know that you saw it Chloe. The scars, and i want to put it out there that they are none of your business. That and the fact I’d rather you not mention this to my husband.” And with that you gulped down what was left of your drink, placing it down on the table next to where she sat, looking at her for her agreement to keep her silence, she was in the wrong after all.

“Of course. Like you said it’s none of my business but, why not tell Lucifer?” Detective nature was starting to leak out of her and you could tell she wasn’t going to let this go. You smiled.

“Like you said yourself: it’s none of your business. I take it you’re here for my husband?” She merely nodded, straightening her back and raised an eyebrow. As you nodded, you made your way to the bedroom, needing to move the conversation to its end. You didn’t have all day to just sit there and be interrogated.

When you reached your bedroom, Lucifer was already sitting up, elbows digging into the mattress as he looked around for you. Smiling at him, you just admired him for a split second before he saw you.

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes this morning, darling. Sleep well?” In all of your existence, you have never seen him smile so widely. Stepping forward towards the bed, you drop down and rest on the side on the bed. Hand finding his leg and resting it there.

“I slept fine, my love. As much as I would like this to last longer, the Decker girl is here.” The smile on his face fell only slightly. Nudging him slightly, you stood up, attempting to coax him out of bed, even if it was the last thing you wanted. Wishing that it was possible to go back and spend all the lost time with him catching up.

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Dressed to impress, the suit he wore was always impeccable, even all those years ago. The only time you saw anything but a perfect suit was when he was cast out. At least some things have stayed the same. Smiling, you sat on the sofa, gazing up at your husband. The amount of love you had for that man was so intense that sometimes it was hard to breathe being in the same room.

“What is your plan for today then, darling? I have to go with Chloe today but tonight we will have dinner together, sounds good?” Always so polite. Shocking Chloe to hear Lucifer ask for something, instead of just telling. She shook her head and scoffed. Rolling your eyes at the uninvited woman, you answered him.

“I'm going to go out with Maze, I’m in need of some better attire than this.” Referencing your current mismatched attire.

“We need to go, you can catch up with your wayward wife later.” This angered you, as did it for Lucifer, his sculptured head snapping towards her with his eyebrows raised.

“Don’t speak about my wife, or to her like that Decker. You don’t want me mad and on your service all day, that I can assure you.”

~~~

The day passed relatively fast, Maze and you catching up and gossiping as if nothing had changed. It was refreshing. Bags littering your arms, you both decide to call it a day; you needed to get ready for your dinner date after all. That thought brought a smile to your face for the first time in a long while.

“What’s your verdict on Decker?” Maze quizzed you. Back way when, you weren’t the quietest about opinions and little has changed. “Rude, uninvited and unwelcome from my end. She’s starting to show her feelings. This morning she interrupted me and decided the words to describe me best was a ‘wayward wife’. Good I’ll give her that but she needs to be put in her place.” Maze’s face was riddled with shock at your words but said little, “How is Lucifer taking your return?”

“Well we’re having dinner tonight, his idea, so I think well. Truth be told I haven't seen him smile so wide since we were young.” The happiness was short lived. “I wouldn’t be so sure, not to blow your bubble Esther but Chloe has got a hold on him. I wish she didn’t but she does. I just hope that you can loosen it.”

It was way into your dinner date with Lucifer, and you haven’t been able to get a word in edgewise. Chloe this, Chloe that. It was breaking your heart as the seconds went by and the only thing he can manage to think of is his new woman. Dropping your cutlery, you’ve had enough.

“Enough Lucifer!” You bellowed. He hadn’t heard that exit you in so long, even then it was a rare occurrence. “What is wrong Esther?”

He had some nerve, it honestly caused a laugh to escape your mouth. What’s wrong? Who does he think he is? Obviously over the years he had dulled.

“Is this a date or an excuse for you to confess your love for your new plaything?” Eyes wide with shock, he didn’t even try to think of an excuse so you continued on. “The entire time you father had me locked up, all I could think of was you. Hoping for you to come and get me, soon i realised that was bullshit. Was she the reason you never tried?! Because if she was, I swear to God I will kill her. The audacity you have to think that we can just continue on normally Lucifer, everything has changed and you don’t even want to admit it!” Fire was coursing through your veins and you weren’t gonna even try to halt it.

“She told me about your scars,” It was barely a whisper coming from him but that whisper made you stop in your tracks. You scoffed, the one thing you told her not to do, she even agreed not to. “I didn’t want to mention it because it’s something that you should bring up, it’s your pain to share. I’m not going to pry it out of you.” His words were soft and sincere.

“I will tell you what happened Lucifer, just not yet. I have barely come to terms with it myself and I know it was a long time ago for you, but for me it was like it was yesterday. I asked her not to tell you that Lucifer, it wasn’t her place to say shit and yet she does. She cannot be trusted and I certainly don’t. She has come into your life and has a seemingly stronger grip on you than I, your wife does. So I am going to only tell you this once: she isn’t welcome in this house and if she does come here, she better know what she is risking. Am I clear?”

At this point, you were both stood up and fuelled. “That is hardly fair Esther! You are my wife, My literal soulmate and i will always support and love you but this is my life. She is my friend and I trust her.” He tried to approach you but you stepped back, alarmed that he would defend this woman.

“Since the moment I met her she has insulted, betrayed my trust and interrogated me. So no, this is fair! No one has the right to treat someone so badly without reason and the funny thing is, is that she does! The Decker girl is head to toe in love with you and I refuse to let her ruin a relationship I have endured hell for!” Panting, you looked at him, hoping that he would understand now,

“She’s isn’t I love with me! This is ridiculous Esther, what has gotten into you woman?” Lucifer was angry now, but you didn’t care. You understood everything now. Shattered, you let the tears that had been building in your eyes during his response.

“You’re in love with her..”

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The Devil’s Wife - Part 2 (Lucifer Morningstar Series)

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It was a while before Lucifer made an appearance, the nerves of seeing his face after so long were getting to you and you just wanted to hold him in your arms and kiss him. You had sacrificed so much for this to work and you hoped that he would at least be happy to see you.

The queue out front was winding round the building in anticipation of the clubs opening for the night and you wondered if it was always this busy. The glass of whiskey that you were nursing in your hand was dangerously low and as you reached out to refill, you snapped out of it and left the, now half empty, bottle on the counter and walked over to where Maze was preparing the bar.

“You are definitely his wife, that bottle is the best in the house and your treating it as water.” You smiled, your back to the door as you heard it open. You didn’t turn around, expecting it to be another of the men that were bringing in last minute booze that had been coming in every now and then.

You heard a hand grab something, you guessed a glass and they sat at the bar.

“Now who may you be darling?” You smiled wholesomely at the soothing, flirty voice of the man you had missed oh so very much. Swiveling in your seat, you turned to face him with a smile. Once your eyes met his and you were graced to witness the features of something you thought that you’d never see again, you felt your yourself begin to tear up, stopping yourself however.

“Well, I didn’t think that I would need a reintroduction, my love, I am your wife after all.” The teasing smirk that was once there had now dropped, replacing itself with a look of disbelief.

“Esther?”

“Well I am glad you know my name after all these years. Hello, dear.” He was brought out of his daze by your sarky response, pulling you into a hug and not letting go.

“It’s actually you. I thought you died, love.” You smiled at his response. Maybe your doubts were pointless, fallacious, maybe it was all a mistake. You pulled away from his embrace and cupped his face in your hands, your thumb caressing his cheek.

“Well I’m not, didn’t you miss me?” You tried to play it off as though you had no doubt, that you were sure of his love but Lucifer could see straight through it. Even after all these years of separation, the understanding and connection was still there. He smiled sweetly, the love clouding his eyes as he drank in your appearance, attempting to remember all the little details that he may have forgotten over time, though there wasn’t any.

“Oh I did, I just never thought that I’d see you again. I’m glad you are back.” You took his hand in yours, the bubble that you had been submerged in slowly bursting as you didn’t feel the titanium ring that once claimed his finger. Looking down, you were met with a hand bare of any trace of there ever being a ring. Looking back up at him with a creased brow, you waited for an explanation.

“You worry too much.” His hand left yours to pull a necklace that had been hidden beneath his button up. It exposed that same ring dangling from the chain. You lightly smiled, but a small grimace still lingered. Why had he taken it off in the first place?

As the night progressed and the customers rolled in, you and Lucifer made your way up to his penthouse. With whiskey in hands, smoke ghosts around your bodies and you huddled into his sideon the leather sofa; his head resting on yours that found comfort on his shoulder that was now bare of any shirt that was there prior. You had always found comfort in the scent that clung to him, a defined coat of cigarettes and alcohol but it wasn’t polluted or overbearing, instead it was comforting and subtle- classy. You had missed being close to him, the arms that cradled you in a way that made you feel at home and remind you of time long before anything.

“I’m proud of you. The reputation, the kindness.. I’m proud.” Even as your voice broke the silence, it remained serene. You felt like you could tell him about what had happened to you in heaven, the trust was there but there was something holding you back. His eyes bored into you as he tried to meet your gaze. You just closed your eyes and pushed yourself further into his comfort, trying to rid yourself of the apprehension. His embrace welcomed you as he kissed your forehead.

The thought of you always made Lucifer giddy and you being his, something that was truly meant for him, created a bond between the two of you that he stood by. The loyalty and love that you had built up over the eons would make anyone jealous. The complete confidence you had in one another, even when there was a lack in their selves, was something that was selfmade. Not a gift from God, or something given but something that was its own and could be treasured. Nothing had changed for Lucifer when it came to you. The woman that was his everything: his dreams, his definition of perfection, someone that was there through whatever that came his way and he could confide in fearlessness of mistrust. Yet, the circumstances had altered. Since his time on Earth and his new found day job, and new found friend, he felt torn. In his defense, he thought that you had died, and with that knowledge it caused a lot of issues which had, ultimately, led to his ‘vacation’. Chloe Decker was someone that, other than you, had led him to question his actions and that terrified him. He had always reserved that role for you. You had earned it but now so was she.

“Lucifer?” The sound still sent chills through his body, causing a smile to break out on his face and pull him from his torments.

“Yes darling?”

“What caused you to take off your ring?” His face creased in concentration, he didn’t want to offend you. Sighing, he took both his hands in yours and faced you head on.

“Thousands of years ago when we were separated, which you still have to account for by the way you little minx, I thought you had died. There was rumours but nothing concrete and I had demon scour for you but nothing. I believed the conspiracies and I mourned you, I tried to move on and I thought that that was the best way. When I came here, I took it off, keeping it around my neck instead.” You nodded, heartwarmed by his mention of getting demons to look for you.

Wrapping your hands around his neck, you pulled him in for a kiss and pouring all the unexplainable feelings into it. The desperation, the love, the thankfulness. Everything.

He was your everything and you weren’t going to give that up.

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