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."