Lucifer pondered his sister’s words over the next several days. Henry stayed out of the way unless Lucifer called for him, until Lucifer said he should just come and go as he pleased. It was a bit disconcerting to see Henry mingling at Lux of an evening, but he had given his word not to snack on anyone, so Lucifer let him be.
He did wonder how many vampires there were in the area, and whether any of them were more inclined to eat more free range food, so to speak.
He tried poking around the morgue to see if any bodies with suspicious puncture wounds had come in.
“Nothing like that,” the chipper medical examiner replied. “What are you looking for, vampires?”
“You know about them?” Lucifer stammered. Was he the only one who had been left in the dark? And the ME was a bit pale. Maybe she was a vampire, too?
“Of course,” the ME replied, her tone serious. “After all, I’m a zombie.” She grinned and winked at him, then, and he was pretty sure she was having fun at his expense.
“I wanted to talk with you about something,” Lucifer said as he watched Chloe sort through Beatrice’s Halloween candy. The child had taken some of the spoils and had gone into her room, no doubt to start copious over-consumption of sugar.
Lucifer wasn’t sad that he had the annual Halloween party at Lux that evening.
“That’s a little ominous,” Chloe said, though she looked amused. “If it’s about tonight, I understand that you have to get back to Lux. I’m just glad you came over today. It really meant a lot to Trixie.”
Lucifer wasn’t sure quite why the child had been so insistent that he see her in costume before she and Maze left to extort candy from the neighbors, but it had been a simple enough request, and he certainly did mind spending time with Chloe. She paused in sorting to unwrap a mini Reese’s cup. “Here, now," Lucifer protested, "are you taking the child’s candy?”
“Parent tax,” Chloe said with a wink. “Want one?”
Lucifer shook his head. “What are you expecting to find, looking through the candy like this?”
“Nothing, really,” Chloe admitted. “It’s more a throwback to when I was a kid. Tampered Halloween candy was supposedly a big thing, though I doubt anyone actually put razors in candy. But I’ll throw out anything that’s ripped open, that sort of thing.” She looked up from her sorting, adding, “You can go on if you need to. It’s really okay.”
Lucifer shook his head. “No, I did want to talk to you first,” he said, and Chloe sobered. “It’s not just that I have to leave. I know you understand about that. But I understand something, too, and I wanted to tell you about it. See, Henry just knew that I was the Devil.”
“Henry’s that guy who just showed up at Lux, right?” Chloe asked. “Weird. How did he know?”
Lucifer hesitated. He hadn’t told Chloe all about Henry, as he had been a little wary of more worldview-destruction. Still, it was necessary to tell her the full truth for her to understand his realization. Or so Dr. Linda had told him. And after everything else, vampires wouldn’t be a big deal, right?
“Well, he’s a vampire,” he said, casting a sidelong look at her. “Apparently my identity is known in the vampire community.”
Chloe continued sorting through the candy.
“Did you hear me?” Lucifer asked, when the silence had gone on too long.
“Mm hmm,” Chloe replied, her tone absent. “Vampires, huh? Neat. Hey, does he sparkle? That would be awesome, but kind of awful, too, you know?”
“Ah, no.” Lucifer hesitated. “I feel like you’re taking this too well.”
Chloe smiled, unwrapping a Snickers. “If it makes you feel better, I would think this was some sort of Halloween joke if it was coming from anybody else. But this is you, and you’ve never lied to me. So I’m just… taking it in. Maybe self-medicating a little with chocolate. Okay?”
Lucifer felt his throat tighten a little. Chloe had shown other signs of faith in him in the time that they’d been together, but it still felt strange. He cleared his throat. “Just let me know when you’re ready to proceed.”
Chloe popped the Snickers into her mouth and chewed deliberately, then nodded, gesturing for Lucifer to go on.
“He just knew,” Lucifer said. “And then he told me that he was a vampire, and I didn’t believe him. Honestly, I wasn’t really sure I believed in vampires. I needed proof.”
“Wait, you didn’t know about vampires, either?” Chloe asked, her brows lifting. “Somehow that makes me feel better. But needing proof, good for you!” She covered Lucifer’s hand with hers. “We’ll make a detective out of you yet.”
“But that’s what I wanted to tell you,” Lucifer persisted. “I understand now about needing proof. About why you needed it. Some things are too unusual to just take at, ah, face value."
Chloe nodded her own understanding, saying, “I should have trusted you sooner, though. But vampires, the Devil? I mean, needing proof for both of those makes sense to me.”
“I just wanted you to know is all,” he said, feeling a little silly.
Chloe leaned in to kiss him. She tasted of the chocolate, which wasn’t entirely unpleasant, and Lucifer leaned against her just a little. He had found that he enjoyed just being close, even when he knew that, due to the presence of the offspring, sex was off the table for the day. “Hey, thanks," Chloe murmured.
And somehow when she smiled, he no longer felt silly. It was just right.
Lucifer stayed long enough to see the child in her pajamas, and to listen to the Detective read her a chapter from a rather fascinating book about a boy in a graveyard, and then he headed off to the party at Lux.
He stayed there longer than was really necessary, stalling. He wanted to help Henry, he did; he just wasn’t sure how to go about doing it.
“You can do it,” someone shouted, but when Lucifer whipped his head around to see, it just turned out to be a cheerfully drunk partier encouraging his fellow to ask someone to dance.
Still, Lucifer knew a cue when he heard one. He nodded to the floor manager, then headed for the lift. He’d just - his mouth twisted as he thought of it - wing it.
“Henry,” he called, as the lift doors opened, and the vampire all but tumbled into the penthouse.
“Seriously?” Henry asked, seeing Lucifer’s Bela Lugosi style Dracula outfit.
“It was the child’s idea,” Lucifer replied, his tone apologetic. “I needed something for the party.”
He did love the cape, though, and took it off with some reluctance.
Henry just nodded, watching Lucifer with a combination of uncertainty and eagerness that sent Lucifer to his decanter.
“One quick drink,” he murmured.
He sipped the whisky, though he didn’t taste it, and finally set the glass aside.
“Right,” he said, clearing his throat.
Lucifer walked out to the balcony, Henry following. Did the stars brighten as they emerged? Lucifer wasn’t sure. But he knew that if he could accomplish this, it would be here, before his most beloved creation.
“Azrael said that you don’t have a soul,” Lucifer said, groping for the idea as he spoke. “And I believe her. But maybe you can gain one.”
Henry rested against the balcony railing, not looking at Lucifer. “What, through… noble acts, that sort of thing? I don’t think it works that way.”
“Of course not. But belief…” He took a deep breath. “It has been my experience lately that belief can shape reality more than I’d thought. At least, for my kind.”
Henry shot him a quick, sidelong look. “Well, that’s lovely for you, but last I checked I was neither angel nor Devil. Nor good red herring," he added, a wry twist to his lips. "So, what, do you have to believe, and then I get a soul?”
“Maybe.” Lucifer cupped his hand, allowing the starlight to pool within his palm, cool and soothing. He looked up, meeting Henry’s startled gaze. “Look, even with all that my father has done to me, I find it hard to believe that he would remove the possibility of Heaven from any member of humanity.” And wasn’t that a twist of the knife? Not that Lucifer wanted to return to the Silver City, of course. He didn't. But he wanted the option. That was all he ever wanted, really.
“But I’m not human,” Henry whispered. He reached to try and catch the overflowing starlight, but could not grasp it; it became intangible once it lost contact with Lucifer’s skin.
“Aren’t you?” Lucifer smiled. “For millenia I saw myself only as the Devil. I refused to acknowledge my origins, wouldn’t fly. Here on Earth, I cut off my wings. And yet I find that I cannot deny that part of me.” He loosed his wings, not sure if Henry’s look of awe inspired pride or irritation. Maybe both.
The wings were his, after all, much as he hated to admit it. And the fact that they had reappeared meant…
Well, maybe something about the way he viewed himself. He still wasn’t sure what, and for a brief, fleeting moment wished that he could talk to Amenadiel about it. But maybe he could help Henry.
Lucifer let the starlight pool once more, and extended his hand toward Henry. “Drink.”
Henry looked dubious, but cupped Lucifer’s hand in both of his and brought it to his mouth.
“No teeth,” Lucifer cautioned, only half in jest, and Henry’s lips curved as he drank.
“It tastes…” Henry shook his head as he straightened, his eyes dazzled. “I don’t even know how to describe it.” He released Lucifer’s hand and stumbled back a step to peer into the sky, then turned back to Lucifer. “You really made them,” he said, though his tone was not one of doubt but rather of awe.
Lucifer smiled, turning to look at the sky as well. In the early days, when both he and the stars had been young…
Well, they had been simpler times. When he’d started spending more time on Earth than in the Silver City, the stars had always been there to remind him of who - of what - he was. They had welcomed him back each time he’d ventured from Hell, and when he had come to live in LA, he chose a spot as close to them as he could get.
“I did,” Lucifer answered softly, when he realized that Henry was watching him.
And then he did notice it: for the merest second, the stars blazed brighter, as if in recognition of his words. He gave himself a small shake, then turned back to Henry. “Do you feel any different?”
Henry nodded, and Lucifer realized that the vampire was glowing as if lit from within. Henry seemed to realize it at the same time, and lifted a hand to stare at it in wonder.
“That could be hard to explain,” Lucifer quipped.
Henry nodded. “At least it isn’t sparkles,” he murmured. “I could never live that down.”
Lucifer asked, “Do you still feel, ah, thirsty?”
“For blood, you mean?” Henry asked. “A bit, but I fed earlier. Why, was that supposed to make me no longer a vampire?”
Lucifer felt that this wasn’t quite the time to mention that he’d acted on impulse and really had no idea what he’d done. “Ah, no. Just wondering.”
There was something different about Henry, though. “Just a moment,” Lucifer murmured. He folded away his wings and stepped into the penthouse. Henry, entranced by the faint glow still emanating from his fingers, barely seemed to notice his departure.
Even as Lucifer pressed his hands together in preparation to call her, he spotted Azrael sitting on the couch. “You figured it out,” she approved.
“Figured what out?” Lucifer asked, pulling his hands apart as if he’d been burned. “What did I just do? Did I really give him a soul?”
Azrael made a gesture somewhere between a nod and a shrug.
“But he’s still a vampire?”
This time, Azrael nodded. “A vampire with a soul. Neat, huh?” she asked. “I think I saw that happen on a TV show once.”
A little uneasy, Lucifer glanced at the balcony. “Will he go to Hell?” he asked quietly.
Azrael shook her head. “You know I can’t tell you that, Lulu.”
“Don’t call me that,” Lucifer said, though, really, he didn’t mind too much. Not when it came from Azrael. His sister just smiled, and Lucifer asked, “Will the glow fade? Only it’s a bit conspicuous.”
Azrael shrugged. “I don’t really think this has ever been done before,” she admitted.
“Could I do it again?” Lucifer asked, not wanting to voice the thought that had occurred to him.
Azrael hesitated a moment before saying, “What you did was restore the soul that was his before. You didn’t make a whole new soul. That… I don’t think anybody but Dad could do that. Sorry.”
Lucifer nodded, pushing back his twinge of disappointment. And, well, who was to say that Maze would even want a soul? But the option would have been nice. Maze did tend to put herself in dangerous situations, after all; he pushed back the thought of her possible, final demise. “Thanks for confirming,” he said, trying to keep his tone breezy.
Azrael nodded, her expression sympathetic. “Sorry.”
“Did it really have to be today?” Lucifer asked, eager to talk about something else.
Azrael grinned, and Lucifer, reminded of the mischievous child she had been, felt a small pang for all the missed time. “Nah. I thought it was poetic, though. Vampire gets his soul back on Halloween! Fun, right? I couldn’t resist.”
Azrael winked at him, then slipped out to the balcony and departed, Lucifer following.
“So you do have a soul now,” he informed Henry. “Azrael confirmed it.”
“She was here?” Henry asked, startled. “Well, good to know.” He opened his hand, revealing what he’d been looking at with such intensity: the crucifix from his rosary. “I can hold it now. Guess I’ll have to remember the Apostles’ Creed.”
“Huh,” Lucifer said, wondering how much this new ability was rooted in Henry’s belief that he could do it.
How much did belief really matter for humans? Lucifer had always scoffed at tales of people praying themselves back to health; he knew his father didn’t work that way, though he suspected that his brother Rafael may have stuck his oar in on occasion. But maybe belief mattered more than he’d thought, because clearly something had happened.
“What are you going to do now?” he asked.
Henry shook his head. “I don’t know. Your sister, did she say where I’d go?”
Lucifer smiled apologetically, saying, “She can’t tell. Not sure if that means she doesn’t know until you die, or that she knows and can’t say, but you don’t have an answer.”
Henry nodded, his expression a little uncertain. “I didn’t realize it would be like this. For so long, I’ve known what would happen if I died. Nothing. But now? This not knowing?” He chuckled, a short, uneasy sound. “Not sure I like it.”
“Well, welcome to humanity,” Lucifer quipped. “Or soul-bearing-vampire… anity.” Growing more serious, he said, “You have the chance of Heaven now, but also the risk of Hell. And Heaven is boring, but I think you’d like it better.”
“Yes,” Henry agreed, still looking a little unsettled.
“Look, there was a cost,” Lucifer said, trying to keep the bitterness from his tone as he added, “There’s always a cost, and most people don’t check what it is in advance, they just say, yes, do it. But yours isn’t so bad. Live a good life, one you can claim as your own with pride, and you’ll have the ending you desire.”
“Yes,” Henry repeated, sounding more sure of himself. “I will.” Looking a little embarrassed, he said, “Think I’ll clear out of here and go back to my apartment, get my life in order. But maybe I’ll come visit sometimes, if that’s all right?”
“Of course,” Lucifer agreed promptly. He’d enjoyed Henry’s company, after all. “Wait, what did you say?” he asked, as the rest of Henry’s words registered. “You have an apartment?”
Henry smiled, his pale eyes twinkling with mirth. “Of course. I have been at this for a few hundred years, after all. But there’s a certain cachet to living at the Devil’s house. I’ll see if I can get some actual bats to come live in your small house, though, if you like?”
Lucifer nodded, still not quite sure how it hadn’t occurred to him that of course Henry would have a home. “Yes. The child would enjoy that, knowing that her work had paid off.”
“I will, then.” Henry extended a hand. “Thank you, Lucifer. For everything.”
Lucifer shook the vampire’s hand, wondering if he had done him a favor or not.