again

eighteen.

I pull my jacket over my shoulders tightly, walking into Amenadiels home, without knocking.

"I need you help." I tell him, as we make eye contact. He sits on the living room couch.

"Chloe if this is about Luci-" he starts

"You already know it's about Lucifer. I need your help, I don't care if you get him to come back." I tell him, he raises his eyebrows in confusion

"Then what do you need me to do?" He asks,

"Take me to hell." I reply, his eyes widen and he laughs, pauses to look at me and continues laughing

"I'm serious." I state, he drags his hands down his face.

"I know, that's the problem." He states, "I can't take you to hell."

"Why?" I ask

"Lucifer would never ask me to do that. He would want you to stay here." He states

"Well, he should know I'd only stay here if he was here- which he's not." I reply, he looks at me stilly

"Ok, if you won't take me. Tell me what I have to do to make sure I get there." I whisper, his eyes widen again

"Chloe, you're not talking about-" He stops

"Yes. Dying." I reply

"No. I won't help you- i can't." He says

"Then take me to hell." I tell him, he thinks about it for a minute

"Okay, I will." He says, I smile and wrap my arms around him instinctively

"Thank you."