The flaming sword was a nasty piece of celestial engineering. There were actually only 4 beings in all of creation that it couldnt kill. It could slice open a rift in the fabric of reality itself. It had just been proven, that that rift, could be used as a door, or gateway between realities, between universes once opened. And leaving scarred & weakened fabic long after the door had closed.

Its because of this weak fabric that the disheveled guy in the dirty stretched white T shirt & jeans was able to punch through it and land face down in the sand on the beach after jumping in to it to escape the psychotic version, well... the MORE psychotic version, of his older brother.

"L.A.?" He asked himself incredulously...

Right away... He knew this wasnt HIS reality...

The feel of it was just off... No angel radio, Heaven seemed locked... Hell seemed powered down... and he could not sense the existence of his old "vessel" Sammy, to which the gps coordinates of his locale were ever pinging in his pineal gland, whether his whereabouts were wanted or not.

He also, couldnt sense his son.

However, taking it all in... He saw that there were a couple uniform cops dutifully taking statements from shaken witnesses, and the smell of gun powder & adrenalin was in the air.

"Somebody got shot..." He thought.

"Good!"

Now, flexing his painfully depleted grace, he sensed a temporal lag... I guess one could say?

It was as if time itself had been nipped on the nape of its neck by an angry celestial Ceasar Milan and was told "Tsst!" As to get it to submit & slow its roll.

"Somebody's been playing with time..." he snorted

"That has Big Bro written all over it"

And just as he found himself deciding that he's had enough of ANY version of his dick big brother for an eon of eons...

He sensed an even greater power, ...as powerful as Dad or Amara... immenating from the very spot where he had just climbed to his feet & was presently ...& angrily, brushing sand out places it didnt belong.

Something supernatural had definetly just happened here.

And he had missed it

"Interesting" he mused

But even more interesting than that.

He sensed Grace. Specifically...

HIS Grace... All of it...

No doubt this universe's version of himself...

He needed to know exactly what had happened here.

So... After "interrogating" 3 seagulls, He found one that had seen everything. The other him.., appeared to be quite the fashionista. Lucifer did not like him... Almost instantly. This Luci, reminded him of that arrogant pagan who's torso he'd had the pleasure of putting his forearm through. He was...

"Prissy"

As for their version of Amara? The source of all that power... Stuffing her into another reality was a smart move. Much more efficient than trying to gank her, and sending all of creation spiraling down an overflowing toilet.

Although... throwing that...that light saber, into the closing rift with her was a definetly a dick move on his counterpart's part.

"That couldve been my way outta this shithole"

That train of thought was derailed by a... A Human? No... wait... Yeah she's definetly human,

"The lady cop"

And just like that. The gps is pinging again.

"Interesting"

While Lucifer was sure this prissy version of himself, was swell guy & all... He was also sure that between the two of them? Well... He was a dad now, a parent, which makes him more important and therefore entitled of full custody of their grace. And as his eyes reflected his thoughts, they flashed red... And as his shoulders drew back to unfurl his wings... And the lightning flashed & the rolled to reveal the impressive shadow they would cast

Lucifer slumped over coughing, dry heaving & wouldve thrown up had he eaten anything... Ever. So as he grabbed his knees with both hands to stay upright, the exertion of unfolding his wings came to bare on his even more depleted grace & almost left him unconscious.

"Awwwwwah... Fuck ...me! my life, & everything else in this dad forsaken fuckin place" He spit out painfully, stood up stiffly, and decided finally, That the first thing he'd need to do was find a few rank & file angels, to power up his grace little by little. After all, He probably couldnt even take on Castiel in a hands up fight,

Not right now.

Much less a version of himself... Or another supercharged unhinged version of Michael.

And at that; He was off to follow the "ping" in his pineal gland.