Lucifer became an unofficial member of the pack after helping Stiles survive a cursed artifact incident.
Which honestly sounded ridiculous even by Beacon Hills standards.
The artifact possessed Stiles during a school fundraiser.
Because of course it did.
One minute Stiles was complaining about punch quality.
The next his eyes turned black and he started speaking ancient Sumerian.
Scott panicked immediately.
Jackson screamed once then denied it.
Peter looked delighted.
And Drake?
Drake looked tired.
"Why is it always Stiles?"
"BECAUSE THE UNIVERSE HATES ME," possessed-Stiles shouted.
The dark spirit inside him turned violent fast.
Even Drake struggled removing it without harming Stiles directly.
Then Lucifer stepped casually into the gymnasium carrying coffee.
He took one look around.
"…Seriously?"
Possessed-Stiles hissed violently.
Lucifer sighed.
"You possessed the anxious one. Rookie mistake."
Then the Devil snapped his fingers.
The ancient spirit immediately exploded out of Stiles screaming in terror.
Silence hit the gym.
Stiles blinked once.
Then pointed shakily.
"…Did Satan just save me?"
Lucifer looked offended again.
"You really must stop calling me Satan. Makes me sound like a tax accountant."
Afterward the pack's opinion of him shifted dramatically.
Especially Stiles.
Who now followed Lucifer around asking theological questions constantly.
"So like… dinosaurs?"
"Yes."
"Atlantis?"
"Real."
"Taylor Swift?"
Lucifer placed one hand over his heart solemnly.
"A gift."
Drake watched the chaos from the kitchen while Ciri smiled beside him.
"You like him now."
Drake scoffed.
"He's arrogant. Manipulative. Dramatic."
Pause.
"…And weirdly insightful."
Ciri smirked knowingly.
"You made a friend."
"I had friends already."
"You made an immortal friend."
"…That does sound useful."
Outside Lucifer and Death argued aggressively over celestial politics while Stiles recorded everything on his phone.
Normal evening.
Drake and Lucifer eventually became terrifying together.
Not intentionally.
It just happened naturally.
Because combining an ancient cosmic predator with the literal Devil created deeply irresponsible levels of chaos.
Their friendship solidified after a dimensional incident involving hostile entities from another reality.
A portal opened above Beacon Hills unexpectedly one stormy night.
Three monstrous creatures emerged.
Towering things made from void energy and teeth.
The kind Drake used to hunt long before becoming human.
The pack prepared for war immediately.
Scott transformed.
Derek gathered everyone.
Lydia started screaming warnings.
And Lucifer?
Lucifer looked mildly annoyed.
"Oh fantastic. Interdimensional parasites."
One creature lunged toward the town instantly.
Drake stepped forward—
But Lucifer stopped him with one hand.
"Relax."
The Devil loosened his suit cuffs calmly.
"I've been looking for stress relief."
What followed terrified literally everyone watching.
Lucifer dropped the human act instantly.
His eyes burned molten gold.
Massive white wings erupted outward violently.
And hellfire itself bent around him like a living storm.
The creatures froze.
Because suddenly, there were two apex entities standing in front of them.
Not one.
Lucifer smiled brightly.
"Oh, now you look frightened."
Drake stared beside him looking impressed despite himself.
"…You've been holding back."
Lucifer grinned.
"My dear Drake, I practically invented holding back."
The battle lasted less than thirty seconds.
Lucifer incinerated one creature with celestial fire.
Drake erased another from existence entirely.
And the third tried fleeing before Ciri cut its head off mid-portal.
Teamwork.
The pack stood silently afterward.
Jackson finally broke the silence.
"…We're never surviving a normal life again."
"Nope," Stiles answered immediately.
Lucifer folded his wings casually while Drake sealed the dimensional breach.
Then Lucifer looked toward him thoughtfully.
"You know…"
"What?"
"We should travel together sometime."
Drake blinked.
"That feels dangerous."
"Yes," Lucifer answered happily.
"That's why it sounds fun."
Ciri immediately pointed.
"I'm coming too."
Death appeared beside them looking exhausted already.
"…Absolutely not."
Nobody listened to her.
Lucifer stayed longer than anyone expected.
At first everyone assumed it was boredom.
Then curiosity.
Then simple amusement because Beacon Hills was essentially supernatural reality television.
But after a while—
Drake realized Lucifer stayed because he didn't want to leave yet.
Which honestly made more sense.
Beacon Hills was chaotic.
Violent.
Emotionally unstable.
But it was real.
No manipulation.
No celestial politics.
No expectations beyond surviving whatever nightmare appeared that week.
For someone like Lucifer?
That probably felt freeing.
It was nearly two in the morning when Drake found him sitting alone on the roof.
Or rather—
Lucifer found Drake first.
"You know," Lucifer called casually without turning around, "for an ancient cosmic entity, you stomp remarkably loudly."
Drake climbed onto the roof beside him carrying two glasses of whiskey.
"You're literally the Devil. Your hearing doesn't count."
Lucifer accepted the offered drink with exaggerated appreciation.
"Oooh. Expensive."
"You're impossible to shop for."
"True."
For a while they simply sat there in silence.
Below them Beacon Hills slept quietly.
The preserve whispered softly in the distance.
Warm lights glowed from the house beneath them.
Drake could hear Ciri moving around downstairs.
Could hear her heartbeat too.
Steady.
Alive.
Home.
Lucifer noticed the way Drake's attention drifted instinctively toward the house.
Interesting.
"You do that constantly."
Drake glanced sideways.
"What?"
"That."
Lucifer gestured vaguely toward the house.
"You check where she is every few seconds."
Drake looked mildly defensive immediately.
"I do not."
"You absolutely do."
Lucifer grinned into his whiskey.
"It's adorable."
"I can erase you from existence."
"Yes, yes, terrifying cosmic power. We've established this."
The Devil leaned back against the roof comfortably.
"But you won't."
Drake snorted softly.
"…You're annoyingly perceptive."
"One of my better qualities."
"Pretty sure narcissism is still winning."
"Fair."
Silence settled again briefly.
Then Lucifer's expression shifted slightly.
Subtle.
But real.
"You know," he said quietly, "you're not what I expected."
Drake raised an eyebrow.
"That sounds vaguely insulting."
"I mean it sincerely."
Lucifer stared up at the stars thoughtfully.
"I've met ancient beings before. Older than worlds. Older than gods."
His voice softened slightly.
"They all become detached eventually."
Drake understood immediately.
Because he'd seen it too.
Immortality had a way of eroding things.
Empathy.
Warmth.
Connection.
Eventually eternity made most beings stop caring entirely.
Lucifer glanced toward him carefully.
"But you…" he mused quietly.
"You still care too much."
Drake laughed weakly at that.
"Feels less like a strength most days."
"Because it hurts?"
"Yes."
The answer came instantly.
Honest.
Lucifer nodded slowly like he expected it.
"I spent billions of years convincing myself emotions were weaknesses."
His smile faded slightly.
"My father certainly encouraged the idea."
There it was.
The real wound underneath all the arrogance and charm.
Family.
Drake stayed quiet.
Lucifer appreciated that.
Too many people rushed to fill silence when discussing pain.
Drake simply listened.
"You know the funny part?" Lucifer continued softly.
"I hated him so much for abandoning me…"
His fingers tightened slightly around the glass.
"…That eventually hatred became easier than admitting I missed him."
That hit harder than Drake expected.
Because underneath all the celestial power—
Lucifer sounded painfully human.
Just a son carrying old hurt too long.
Drake looked down at his drink quietly.
"I think ancient beings forget something important."
Lucifer glanced sideways.
"Oh?"
"We think eternity means we have infinite time to fix things."
The wind shifted softly around them.
"But eventually…"
Drake's voice lowered slightly.
"…you realize immortality just gives regret more room to grow."
Lucifer went very still after that.
Because that wasn't wisdom someone learned peacefully.
That was experience.
Ancient painful experience.
The Devil laughed quietly after a moment.
"…That was horribly profound."
"I try."
"No you don't."
"…Fair."
Lucifer took another slow sip before speaking again.
"Then Chloe happened."
Drake immediately smirked slightly.
"There it is."
"Oh don't start."
"You love her."
Lucifer groaned dramatically and covered his face.
"I genuinely regret opening up emotionally."
Drake actually laughed.
Rare.
Real.
Lucifer pointed accusingly.
"That expression right there is exactly why Ciri tolerates your brooding."
"She threatens me regularly."
"Yes but affectionately."
Fair.
Lucifer's smile faded softer this time.
More vulnerable.
"Do you know what the worst part is?"
Drake stayed quiet letting him continue.
"She sees me."
The words landed heavily.
No performance behind them.
No sarcasm.
Just truth.
Lucifer stared out toward the sleeping town.
"Not the Devil. Not the ruler of Hell. Not the rebellion or the myth."
His voice almost sounded uncertain.
"She looks at me like I'm… just a person."
Drake understood instantly.
Because Ciri did the same thing to him.
Even after seeing his true form.
Even after watching reality bend around him.
She still looked at him like Drake first.
Everything else second.
"That terrifies you," Drake realized quietly.
Lucifer laughed once without humor.
"More than battles ever did."
Silence settled between them again.
Then Drake spoke carefully.
"You know what I learned after becoming human?"
Lucifer sighed dramatically.
"That emotions are inconvenient nonsense designed to torture immortals?"
"Besides that."
Drake looked toward the lights inside the house again.
Warmth spilled softly through the windows.
Home.
Still such a strange beautiful thing.
"You can survive eternity alone," Drake said quietly.
"But you can't live that way."
Lucifer's expression shifted slightly.
Drake continued.
"Power matters less eventually. Fear matters less too."
His voice softened.
"What matters is having someone who reminds you why existence feels worthwhile in the first place."
Lucifer stared at him silently.
Actually silently.
No jokes.
No charm.
Just thought.
Then finally—
"…You really love her."
Drake blinked once.
Because the answer came easier than expected.
"Yes."
Simple.
Certain.
Lucifer smiled faintly at that.
Not teasing this time.
Almost proud.
"Well," the Devil murmured quietly.
"Would you look at that."
Drake frowned slightly.
"What?"
Lucifer leaned back against the roof with a small smile.
"The ancient eldritch horror figured out happiness before I did."
Drake snorted softly.
"That feels like a personal failing on your part."
"Oh absolutely."
Then for a while they simply sat together beneath the stars.
Two ancient beings.
Two immortals shaped by loneliness.
Quietly discussing love like it was the most terrifying thing either of them had ever encountered.
And honestly?
For both of them—
It probably was.
Lucifer took Drake's advice far more seriously than anyone expected.
Which became immediately obvious three days later when Chloe Decker arrived in Beacon Hills entirely unannounced.
Drake realized something was wrong the moment Lucifer started cleaning the house voluntarily.
That alone qualified as supernatural activity.
The Devil stood in the kitchen adjusting his suit sleeves while pretending not to care.
Which only made it more obvious that he cared deeply.
Ciri watched from the counter drinking tea with visible amusement.
"You've rearranged the flowers three times."
Lucifer looked offended.
"I'm cultivating atmosphere."
"You're nervous."
"I am the literal Devil."
Ciri raised one eyebrow slowly.
"That was not a denial."
Lucifer opened his mouth.
Paused.
Then pointed dramatically.
"…I dislike how observant everyone in this dimension is."
Drake walked into the kitchen mid-conversation holding coffee.
One glance at Lucifer's expression immediately told him everything.
"Oh no."
Lucifer sighed deeply.
"She's coming."
Drake blinked once.
"…You sound like you're preparing for war."
"In many ways I am."
Ciri nearly choked laughing.
The front door opened twenty minutes later.
And Chloe Decker walked directly into absolute supernatural nonsense.
The timing honestly could not have been worse.
Scott and Jackson were arguing loudly in the living room.
Peter was teaching Stiles poker "for psychological warfare purposes."
Death sat at the dining table reading a book titled Mortal Civilizations and Their Poor Decisions.
And Derek was threatening someone over the phone with enough intensity to concern nearby wildlife.
Normal Beacon Hills evening.
Chloe stopped just inside the doorway.
Slowly looked around.
Then turned toward Lucifer.
"…What exactly is happening here?"
Lucifer smiled brightly.
"Ah! Detective! Welcome."
"That explained nothing."
Fair.
Lucifer crossed the room smoothly and kissed her cheek affectionately before she could continue interrogating him.
Drake noticed the immediate shift in Lucifer afterward.
Subtle.
But real.
Softer around the edges somehow.
Interesting.
Chloe noticed Drake standing nearby almost immediately.
Her expression sharpened slightly.
Professional instincts.
"You're Drake."
Drake nodded once.
"And you're Chloe."
"The famous detective," Peter added helpfully.
"And apparently the only person capable of emotionally controlling Lucifer."
Lucifer pointed aggressively.
"I emotionally control myself perfectly."
Death looked up from her book without missing a beat.
"No."
Chloe laughed unexpectedly at that.
Warm.
Easy.
Drake immediately understood why Lucifer loved her.
She grounded him.
Not through force.
Through normalcy.
Something immortals rarely found.
Dinner became chaos almost instantly.
Mostly because Stiles decided this qualified as "historically important social interaction" and refused to behave normally.
"So like theoretically," Stiles asked while eating garlic bread aggressively, "if Lucifer and Death fought, who wins?"
"No one," Death answered calmly.
"The universe loses."
Stiles looked thrilled.
"THAT IS THE COOLEST ANSWER I'VE EVER HEARD."
Across the table Chloe observed everything carefully.
Scott accidentally flashed glowing eyes during conversation.
Nobody reacted.
Jackson complained about enhanced senses while Lydia insulted him casually.
Peter openly admitted to murder twice.
And somehow—
This entire group still behaved like family.
Weird.
Traumatized.
Dangerously supernatural family.
But family.
Chloe noticed Drake watching everyone quietly.
Not detached.
Protective.
Like he unconsciously tracked every person in the room constantly.
Checking safety.
Checking emotion.
Checking home.
Interesting.
Later that night Drake stepped outside onto the porch for air.
The night remained quiet.
Warm wind drifting through the trees surrounding the house.
For once Beacon Hills felt peaceful.
The porch door opened softly behind him moments later.
Chloe stepped outside carrying two glasses of wine.
She offered him one casually.
"You looked like you needed this."
Drake accepted it carefully.
"…Thanks."
For a moment they simply stood together quietly.
Then Chloe smiled slightly.
"So."
Drake immediately sighed.
"That tone suggests emotional danger."
"It probably does."
Fair enough.
Chloe leaned against the porch railing beside him.
"Lucifer talks about you constantly."
Drake blinked.
"…Should I be concerned?"
"Probably."
She laughed softly into her wine.
"But he likes you."
That surprised Drake more than expected.
Not because Lucifer disliked him.
But because the Devil rarely admitted genuine attachment openly.
"He doesn't trust easily," Drake said quietly.
"No," Chloe agreed.
"He really doesn't."
Silence settled briefly.
Then Chloe looked toward the house windows where Lucifer laughed loudly inside with Stiles and Peter.
Somehow the three of them had started arguing about jazz music and moral philosophy simultaneously.
Terrifying combination.
Chloe's expression softened watching him.
"He acts like nothing hurts him," she admitted quietly.
"But sometimes…"
Her voice lowered slightly.
"…sometimes I think he's still waiting for everyone to leave."
Drake looked down at his drink thoughtfully.
Because he understood that feeling intimately.
The expectation of abandonment.
The instinct to push people away before they could hurt you first.
Lucifer hid it behind charm and arrogance.
Drake hid it behind emotional restraint.
Different methods.
Same wound.
"He spent eternity being treated like a monster," Drake said softly.
Chloe glanced toward him carefully.
"You don't think he is?"
Drake snorted quietly.
"I've met actual monsters."
His gaze shifted toward the warm lights inside the house.
"Lucifer cares too much to qualify."
That made Chloe smile faintly.
"You sound like him sometimes."
"That feels mildly insulting."
"It wasn't."
Another quiet moment passed.
Then Chloe studied him more carefully.
"You know, when Lucifer first mentioned you…"
Drake already looked tired.
"…That sentence concerns me."
"He described you as 'a cosmic nightmare with abandonment issues and surprisingly good taste in whiskey.'"
Silence.
Then Drake nodded slowly.
"…Honestly that's fair."
Chloe burst out laughing.
Real laughter.
Warm enough that Drake found himself smiling slightly too.
Then Chloe tilted her head thoughtfully.
"You gave him advice, didn't you?"
Drake froze briefly.
"…How do humans keep figuring things out?"
"Because despite all the terrifying ancient entity stuff?"
She smiled knowingly.
"You're actually pretty kind."
That hit harder than expected.
Drake looked away instinctively.
Uncomfortable with praise.
Chloe noticed immediately.
Interesting again.
For someone powerful enough to distort reality—
Drake still reacted awkwardly to simple kindness.
The porch door suddenly opened again.
Ciri stepped outside carrying blankets.
She immediately paused noticing the emotional atmosphere.
Then narrowed her eyes suspiciously at Drake.
"You're being vulnerable without supervision."
Drake looked personally betrayed.
"I was ambushed emotionally."
"Tragic."
Ciri wrapped one blanket around his shoulders anyway before leaning comfortably beside him.
Effortless closeness.
Chloe noticed that too.
The subtle ways Drake relaxed around her instantly.
The way Ciri grounded him without trying.
The quiet certainty between them.
Ah.
Now she understood completely.
Lucifer appeared in the doorway moments later carrying an entire cheesecake for no reason whatsoever.
"Excellent news," he announced proudly.
"Peter and Stiles have started a conspiracy podcast."
Everyone stared at him.
Lucifer paused.
"…Actually perhaps not excellent."