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From "Don't take yourself too seriously-Nobody else does" to "Life isn't tied with a bow, but it's still a gift," these lessons will strike a chord with anyone who has ever gone through tough times--and haven't we all? Prime Time with Bonus Content.

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She turns and finds the androgynous angel from before. A tiny voice in the back of her head screams that she is taking this too well. What was that thing from before?

Lucifer is an angel. Now what? Her eyes had adjusted to the light and now she can see the angels surrounding her; wings and feathers all over the place, their weird grey clothes from another time, their blank expressions and apathetic eyes fixed on her.

All on her. Watching, judging. The man on the throne stands up and all the angels around her kneel at the same time, without God ordering them. A shiver goes down her spine as he approaches her slowly, like he has all the time of the world, which in retrospective he indeed has, his steps too quiet for her human ears.

God puts a hand on her shoulder. We are sending you back. She has skin as a soul? Chloe looks behind his shoulder at the still kneeling angels. Instead of an answer, the man makes a gesture with his other hand and the floor under them changes, showing Lucifer sitting on the floor. His clothes are bloody and torn in a lot of places, barely holding together.

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His hair is all over the place, like he had passed his fingers way too many times through his locks, unkempt and disheveled. Chloe takes a step towards the image, her heart beating fast. She had never heard his voice sound like that. Please come back. Please, Dad. The miracle child. God continues talking. It was the perfect opportunity. She turns and glares at the deity behind her, shaking his touch away from her skin.

Were they mine at all? All her life, was it just a project? A pet designed to keep the Devil happy and away from trouble? A lollipop to bribe a child? She wants to hate them. All of them. God, Lucifer, the angels. Every one of them. Was Maze on the joke, too? A demon. She was a demon! Did everyone know about this? Is not fair! All this time… All that made her, well, her. A lie? A pretense? A preambule to her final acquaintance with the Devil? She feels dirty.

Did he know? Was he just waiting for the perfect moment to reclaim his prize? His promised bride, made by God as a token of peace.

A toy to keep him entertained. From the corner of her eye she notices the black haired angel raise from his kneeling position, alert. What are they gonna do? Kill her? I want to go back! She looks down at the image of Lucifer and his tear-stained face, his deep brown eyes as they gaze at her dead body, the unnatural fire in them as he frowns and looks up to the sky. Why did you have to take her? Says Lucifer.

That my power only serves to destruction? He sighs with an air of defeat, closing his eyes like this was somewhat expected. Why did you put her in my path only to take her away? Why make me love her? With what I know now, I can have a direct conversation with him, no secrets.

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She is hurt as hell! It hurts. What is it this time? Recognition shines in his eyes. Sirens then approach for afar, she can hear them. She looks around to find way less equipment she had expected after such a horrible accident. He has his phone in his hand like he had just finished a call. Instead of addressing her revealing declaration, she opts for sitting up and point at the simple saline bag connected to her arm.

She stares back with a controlled expression, not letting any kind of feeling show. She leaves room for the horror and torture and Hell he surely has lived, and she is going to be legitimately scared for sure, but he had never seemed more human than right now.

She shrugs. Except for the eyes. Wow, she thinks. Archangel Michael. The Michael. That Michael.

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At least to me. With actual words? She nods. Why bloody bother talking to me , giving roundabout tasks and tests instead! She is nervous even if she tries to keep a straight face.

She sees now that he knew about her being a miracle put on Earth by his father to play matchmaker. She wants to feel angry. She wants to cry. How long had he known? Was he waiting for her to actually fall in love for him and then tell her? Was he ever going to stop playing with her, pushing her away and then ask for her forgiveness? How fast he can escape this situation. Some months. It was the perfect opportunity, she remembers.

She swallows, preparing herself for the next question. Nice hairdo today. Great icebreaker. To sleep with her? The nagging feeling in her gut is eating her from the inside out. She flinches when he makes a move, freezing Lucifer as he reached for the flask in his suit jacket. Lucifer tries to reach for her, her name in the tip of the tongue, when the hospital door opens and people start to pour inside in waves.

Dan, the child, Ella, Linda Her mouth twitches imperceptibly and nods. Taking advantage of the distraction, the Devil vanishes from the room.

She laughs at the thought. Physically she was a hundred percent practically the same day she woke up in the hospital. Some bruises took a while to disappear, but they eventually did and all marks from her miraculous survival went away. Emotionally… she had been trying to wrap her head around the idea of being some kind of arranged bride for the Devil.

Was she supposed to become a cop? To have Trixie? To… dunno, to make the effort of befriending her weird partner? She thought she loved him. Was that real? That he found out around the time she was poisoned, when she had already kissed him and - The beach. They had kissed and she was sure of her decision and she loved him as she thought he loved her.

He had said he was vulnerable around her, too. He had memorized stupid facts about her life that no one bothered to learn she could bet a leg that no one at the precinct knew her middle name. A memory struck her when the clock by her bed showed 2 am in her fifth sleepless night. Did you know, too? He was furious and any other moment she would have given him hell no pun intended for stomping into her house so late at night.

Maybe he… maybe he was rethinking every decision, every hug and moment they could have had together. Thinking that he had found someone to be just himself with and discover that that person has been created for such end. She walked down the steps to the kitchen, getting the lights on since Trixie was with Dan for the weekend and Maze was lately out all the time. What a lonely weekend she was going to have. The woman poured a glass of milk and took a deep gulp trying to make sense of her thoughts.

Her wants. Her best friend was the Devil and she was created by God to convince him to stop his millenia old tantrum. No biggie. And she had died and went to Heaven to find this out, too; a fact that with all the fussing over her decisions not being hers had went unnoticed. She had actually died.

She sighed feeling tired beyond the accumulated lack of sleep. It was like her soul was tired, too. It was late for phone calls, right?

She could call Lucifer in the morning, ask him if he was up to meet with her and finish their talk from the hospital. What was left to say, though?

The thought paralyzed her hand. Did she? It was what God wanted, right? He can shove them up his bloody arse for all I care!

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Yeah, that sounds more like him. She misses him. Lux is filled to the brim by the time she arrives after a quick decision to drop by unannounced.Suddenly, the door pops open. He turns off his cell, turns around, and disappears into the house. He looks impressive in his dark suit and light-colored shirt. Eric wants to buy me a safer car, but I refuse.

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