Lucifer POV

"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" he bellowed, all the pent up rage he had ever felt spilling out in that one syllable. He knew the Grace was flowing through him and showing behind his eyes for all to see. He didn't spare Mary a glance before running towards the spot where the gateway had closed. He lifted his hand and pointed his palm towards where the rip used to be. He came close to exhausting his Grace trying to rip the hole wide again. When he lowered his hand back down he knew the only way to get back out was to get the same amount of power his son had used. Then it hit him all over again. His son. He turned toward where Mary was still standing and let out a scream of anger and anguish, but not defeat. Never defeat. He glared at Mary who was shaking slightly and looking as if she were about to run at any moment. She was terrified, as she should be. He opened his mouth to say something, do anything. Then he realized where he was. The apocalypse had successfully happened, which meant a few things. Firstly, he had won. At least one version of him, which he still counted as a score. Secondly, there was another version of himself out there somewhere. He could decide if this was a good thing or a bad thing after he met himself. And lastly, maybe putting all the angel's Grace together would be enough power to rip the fabric of the universe. The problem would be convincing them. He felt considerably better with a sensible plan in his head, so he let his Grace relax and he felt his eyes switch back to his vessel's usual color.

"Hm," he breathed, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. Where would he hang out if he were a guy who had just successfully initiated the apocalypse? That's an easy one. Either Heaven or Hell. On a throne. He suddenly burst out laughing as he realized that the Winchester mother was still watching his every move tensely. Alarmed, she stumbled a few steps back. He matched her every pace, stalking towards her.

"Mary, Mary, Mary," he taunted, "May I ask you just what that was?" He tilted his head to the side indulgently. Mary clenched her fist around her brass knuckles, but he simply allowed his Grace to erase them from existence. If he could have just done that ten minutes ago, this would never have happened. Mary gulped and Lucifer wanted nothing more than to smite her then and there. But what did it matter. He could leave her here in this apocalypse world and it would be just as painful to Sam and Dean as if he had killed her. He rolled his eyes as he spread his wings wide. Mary didn't move. She was trembling of course, but she had some strange need to always act so strong. He sighed a little and flew off towards Heaven. It was just, well, classier than Hell. It would have been his choice over Hell if he had to choose one to rule, so maybe his other self thought the same way.

As he touched down in the garden, he looked carefully around making sure no one was around. He stiffened as he felt a soft tapping on his shoulder. Slowly, he turned around to come face to face with Joshua.

"Lucifer," Joshua inclined his head slightly. He was shocked by the way the other angel's Grace was so obviously damaged. He found himself looking for injuries on Joshua's body. He felt it more than saw it. The rip down one of Joshua's wings must have rendered him flightless. How many of his kin had the apocalypse really hurt? Quickly he shook off the doubt and slight guilt and was back to himself. But he couldn't stop himself from asking after a few of the angels that he knew better.

"In the Grace," he replied, "Hey, Josh? Whatever happened to Gabriel? And... Castiel?"

"But you know these things," Joshua protested.

"Yeah yeah yeah, just look at it like I'm an outsider and explain it," he ordered, quickly wetting his lips with his forked tongue. Joshua's eyes bulged at the order. From that reaction, he could tell it was probably Hell he was commanding. Dang. In Joshua's weakened state, he didn't try to argue.

"Gabriel leads Heaven against you and Hell since Michael and Raphael died-"

"Mikey died?" Lucifer took a small step back, trying to process this new information. He had to remind himself repeatedly that this wasn't the real world, this didn't happen.

"Yes... you killed him," Joshua was very confused now, not knowing what sort of game he was playing at. Lucifer tried hard not to show the pain on his face, but he failed miserably.

"But, my brother," Lucifer backed away and plopped himself down on a bench to pull himself together. Eventually, he had his calm and sarcastic mode turned back on, "And Castiel?" He stretched a leg out across the bench, trying to hide how stressed this was suddenly making him

"Castiel... the foot soldier?" Lucifer nodded, hoping that this was actually correct, "Ah. Well Castiel is dead as well. Also killed by you, though more indirectly. It was on one of your demon strikes." Lucifer nodded once more, pretending the words coming out of Josh's mouth made a lick of sense to him.

"Well, Josh, it's been nice catching up. I've gotta go do... something. Bye then," he hurriedly flapped his way out of the garden and out of Heaven. He was getting the sense that he wasn't exactly welcome here, so he headed on downstairs. He made straight for the throne room, correctly assuming that he would be sitting there. He touched down in front of the throne, causing a couple of demons to practically leap out of their meat suits. Other him hadn't moved. He just stared suspiciously. Lucifer squirmed slightly, never having realized what it was like to be on the receiving end of that glare.

"Who are you? I know you aren't me from the future or past or some crap, so don't even bother with that," Other Lucifer yawned and leaned back on the throne assessing him. Lucifer was annoyed. How dare he talk to himself like that? It was downright disrespectful! He nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders, wings sprouting from his back in their full glory. Other Lucifer's eyes widened in disbelief, but he got up and copied the pose.

"You have no idea what you're talking about! My son is with hunters and I can't get out of this crap world to get him. So I'm running a bit low on time and it would be helpful if you could just talk without being so judgy," at that he stopped talking, realizing that he talked exactly the same way. He really shouldn't be one to talk about politeness and not acting above everyone. But that was his personality. This guy was just annoying.

"Okay, okay. But you're in my kingdom, so..."

"Technically, our kingdom. Since we are the same person," At that, Other Lucifer's eyes darkened and his fists clenched.

"Are you threatening my job?"

"Nope. Not at all. Just a technicality. Well.. if we're being honest I do sort of miss ruling, but that's not the point," he defended himself.

"Are you saying that given the opportunity, you would take over?"

"No. I'm asking how you feel about ripping the fabric of space and time," Well that most definitely threw off Other Lucifer. He made a sort of helpless gesture at one of the demons standing quietly in the corner.

"I'm thinking you should leave," Other Lucifer sprawled himself possessively over the throne.

"Fine. I'll just go ask Gabe then."