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[All this talk about deities and divine influence in town has set her on edge over the last few days. Not at the concept of there being a god hidden away somewhere, exactly, given her knowledge of who and what her partner is, but it's larger in scope than she's used to. Mostly because she feels the shift of the town and the air before the rumors about a god even settles in. The odd, unsettling feeling like spiders were creeping slowly up her spine, or the uncanny sense that she was being watched.

At first she had been content to focus on other matters. Cases needed to be solved and she was still searching for information on the portals to find a way home. And trouncing off into the woods on a hunch just seemed like a bad idea in general, so she let the talk pass her by at first. And then she had that weird dream of that temple and suddenly it felt like some kind of chasm had opened inside of her; like it was trying to pull her in, beckoning her out. But she's always been good at resisting these types of things, apparently.

Still, tonight it's enough to move her. Not out into some nameless field or wooded highland, on, but to a place she knows she can trust. Where she'll feel safe. It's with that thought that she creeps out of bed and leaves for Lux, having already discovered the key Lucifer had snuck onto her keychain. It's late, far later than is probably polite to go see him, but he'd told her himself: she's welcome there anytime. So she sends him a text just in case he's awake and then quietly lets herself in, heading up the stairs and to the elevator that takes her up to his penthouse.

Hopefully Lucifer doesn't mind the late night intrusion.]

[He is not awakened by the text and is still sleeping when she arrives, nude under the sheets that are half spread over him, covering a swatch of his body from about mid stomach to just enough to cover his groin, black cutting across him like a censorship bar as he lay there on his back, smiling softly at whatever dream he was having. He was lit by the glow from outside leaking in through the windows and a soft ambiance lighting along the bar, toes flexing as he murmured something in his sleep before sighing.

Would she wake him to talk, or would she curl up beside him? He'd be fine with either option as he'd meant what he'd said; she was always welcome in his home. It was as much hers as his, really, considering they were both the only two from their world. A little slice of familiarity that he wouldn't deny her if she wanted.]

[Even the sight of him has the tension easing out of her shoulders a little. Being the Devil, this whole deity thing may not even be something that bothers him too much. He looks so comfortable, enough so that she wants to just crawl in with him and get some much needed sleep so she can actually think clearly about all this. But even with the changed nature of their relationship, it felt odd to not even alert him to her presence before making herself at home.

So she quietly steps up onto the dais that led to his bed and slowly lowers herself to sit down next to him, reaching out a hand to gently try and shake him awake.]

Hey. Lucifer.

Mm?

[He wakes slowly, squinting up at her with that lazy smile as he thinks for just a moment that he's still in his dream. Another few blinks and she's still there, dressed (so clearly not his dream) and looking down at him. He shifts, stretching a bit, which threatens to move the sheet off where it's covering, then reaching out for her, a finger hooking through her belt loop and tugging at it.]

Detective... I was just dreaming about you.

[He looked over at the window, seeing dark still showing out of it.]

It's late. Is something the matter?

[She's seen him naked so many times by now that his near-nudity doesn't bother her at all. When he blinks up at her, hair strewn and speaking with a low voice from sleep, she gazes at him with her own tired little smile. She reaches up to stroke her thumb along his arm when he tugs at her.]

Sorry for waking you. I-- [She stops and tries again, gesturing.] Can I slip in with you for tonight?

Always. My bed is your bed, love.

[He moved to shift over a bit, not that he needed to given the size of the bed, but it was symbolic in its own way, patting beside him even as he reached for her.]

Never be sorry. Any reason you feel like cuddling?

[She quickly disposed of her shoes and pants before she slipped in next to him, sighing a bit in satisfaction as the warmth from the bed and his body heat enveloped her. She moves until she's curled right up against his side, laying her head on the pillow and already feeling that safe kind of comfort washing over her.

His question draws out a small acknowledging 'mmm' from her. She hasn't talked much about this whole deity thing with him, or the fact that she's been feeling... well, she doesn't know what she's been feeling. A presence? A spark?]

Honestly, I'm not having the greatest night sleep-wise. Thought it might help.

[He watched her get half undressed, lifting the sheet and spreading it out so it covered both their lower halves, arm moving easily to tuck her in against him as she slid in to where he felt she belonged. Right there. Right in that Chloe-shaped space that was like it was made for her. He kissed the top of her head and hummed.]

Would you like me to wear you out first? Or is this more a... just wanting not to be alone thing?

[If she needed him to wake up enough to please her until she was exhausted, he was willing to make that sacrifice.]

[That got a soft, tired chuckle out of her, one arm moving to wrap around his front. While she appreciated such a generous offer, she wasn't in the mood for those kind of activities currently.]

The second one. And a you thing.

[There's no one else she'd feel comfortable enough about this. And right now she's far too tired to really consider the implications of that and how easily it was to show up at Lux in the middle of the night; besides, it just felt natural.

She tilts her head up to look at him, voice quiet.]

Have you been hearing all this talk about a god recently?

[Smiling, he tucked the sheet around her, nuzzling against her hair as they settled in together. This? This was something he could get used to. The smell of her quietly surrounding them while they drifted off to sleep...

But she was still talking, so he felt obliged to concentrate enough to answer.]

Apparently, there's loads of gods here. Found one in my hot tub the other night. Why?

[Normally she would be more inclined to respond to his comment about the hot tub, but she's off-kilter tonight, a little lost in her thoughts as she lays with him.]

There's been a few rumors going around recently about something waking up. Some people are saying it's a god and that all the new arrivals are the cause of it. Normally I wouldn't put much stock in rumors without something concrete, but... I've been feeling... weird lately.

There are a plethora of 'gods' here, love. They all seem rather mortal to me when compared to my Father. I can't say I'm all that worried about a new one rising. But... define 'weird', mm? Is something the matter beyond gossip?

It's different. It's not like Thor or Loki. It's like...

[She gestures over her body in a creeping gesture, as if trying to convey spiders or some other creepy-crawly walking over her.]

I've been getting this strange feeling lately. Like I'm being watched. Or something's trying to pull me in a certain direction. I've been seeing things, too.

[The notion of something messing with her had him lifting his head to look down at her, hands smoothing over her as if he could cut off any imaginary or invisible ties to her.]

Something's ogling you and pulling at you? Well, here I was thinking that was my job. But, if you're concerned, I suppose I could go nose about tomorrow and see what there is to find out about this... 'god'.

Yeah. I don't know if it'll actually pan out into anything, but something's just off. I can feel it in my gut. There's a group that's going out beyond the wall soon to go look into it. I mentioned something I'd seen to one of my roommates and he's all gung-ho about it.

Yes, I'm sure he is.

[He rolled his eyes, then settled back on the bed, tucking her closer.]

Not that I don't think you're competent in the city, love, but... I'm not certain that beyond the wall is the best idea. Not that I'm not all for adventure and fun and whatnot, but... it's a bit like dropping off a mallbaby in Saigon.

I'm not planning on going with them. Not on this outing, anyhow. But, you know, I've been getting this feeling that something's just going to go wrong somehow. I keep seeing this temple. Sometimes I'm dreaming and sometimes I'm not.

I don't know. You know I'm not usually the type to go out on some wild goose chase or believe something unless I have reason to,but if they actually go out and find this thing... kind of hard to ignore, don't you think?

Not really. It's likely been here long before we showed up, and it may well be here long after we leave. That's rather the nature of immortal beings, love. If that even is what this is.

Perhaps you need to spend less time around gossips if it's affecting your dreams. I'd much rather you have visions of sugarplums, or my sugarplums, in your head.

So you think I'm imagining the whole thing?

[She supposes it's... possible, but not very likely. Not now that she knows that the Devil and demons and angels and Hell and magic portals all really exist.]

Well, don't you? How often do you have dreams of weird portent? You were partners with me for quite a while and you lived with a demon. Anything crop up in your dreams then?

[Because really, Chloe. People didn't just magically wake up with magical magic.]

[Or did they?]

Nothing like this, no. But it's not just in my dreams, either.

[Don't make him question everything, Chloe. Gosh.]

Oh? Alright, then. I'll bite.

I already told you. It's like... an image or flash. I'll be sitting at work or walking home and I just see things. Sometimes it's that temple or just the woods. Or people. And coupled with everything else, it's just really starting to freak me out.

So you're saying that you've somehow managed to wake some powers of, what, prognostication? Here?

[He was quiet for a moment, thinking to himself. He didn't want to call her a liar, because he believed that she saw what she thought she was seeing. It just didn't make sense to him how that would happen.]

You think it has anything to do with the portal?

I don't know what it is. I don't know if what I'm seeing is real or something some creature is making me see to try and entice me out there, but it's like I've got this string tied around me and something's trying to pull me by it. Now that I know all of... these things actually exist, it's hard to think I'm just losing it.

[Or maybe she is. Who knows. Either way, she's obviously a little more distressed about this than she initially told herself she was.]

No idea. But I've heard more and more people have been brought in lately. I was asking around and someone mentioned something being woken up by all the new arrivals. Prayers or energy or whatever.

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