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Lucifer stared at the latest list of arrivals and departures, reading it over repeatedly. Each time, one name remained on the list despite his insistence that it be removed. Mazikeen.

Maze was gone.

Not ready to believe that he left his room, barely sparing a second thought that his bizarre roommate was also now absent, and headed to the last place he'd seen his demon, the Deck 5 Lounge. Maze couldn't be gone. They'd just had drinks two nights before where once again she'd refused to tell him where she was spending all her time, and insisted on playing coy. This was Maze, who'd sworn an oath and kept it even after he'd released her, who had followed him out of the gates of hell to Los Angeles. Who had traded torture for mixing drinks and the mess that was humanity, staying by his side as she'd sworn to do.

And she was gone?

He stepped into the lounge, the room spinning in front of him as he tried to find her amidst the crowd. "Maze!" he called out, not caring that people were staring at him. "Maze!" Turning around to get a full view it seemed as though the ground was tilting below him as he couldn't find her familiar form anywhere. "Bloody hell," he muttered, an edge to his voice that sounded almost foreign, even to him. He gripped a table to steady himself and found himself face to face with none other than Lady Mary Crawley, who was staring at him.