Sonny looked around, at the World of Nothingness. It had been morphed into a... beach. The entire space was inhabited with demons and angels, the angels glaring at the demons as the demons proceeded to litter on the beach to show just how much they hated this situation. It brought a smile to her face.

"So," Jordii started, sitting on the sand. "What is this for exactly?"

"It's..." Michael searched for the correct and proper word. "A... "bonding" time for angels and demons."

"Yep," A voice from behing them both said, "It sure is!"

Sonny and Jordii blinked, looking over. Ohhh. Hellllo, God.

"How is this," Satan gestured torwards the newly littered beach. "Bonding?" Apparently Mister Satan had a temper.

"We can spend time together," God frowned, looking at the beach. He hadn't expected it to get dirty that fast. "Don;t you want to, Lucifer?"

"Don't call me- oh, fuck it." Lucifer hissed, turning away from them.

"...Satan, dear, perhaps you should embrace this opportunity," Jordii started, not sure wether to continue. "Some people would kill for a chance like this."

An angel with silver hair walked up to them then, with a calm expression plastered on his face. It seemed forced.

"Hey, Lucy?" He spat, rather pissed. "Take care of your kids. Now."

Lucifer sneered. "They aren't my kids. They can do whatever the fuck they want. Were not under your rule anymore. And so help me, Raphael, if you call me Lucy again-"

The new angel we now know as Raphael gave a snort. "Your not even stronger than Uriel!"

Lucifer blinked. And it didn't take long for someone like him to be consumed by rage.

And in a matter of seconds, fire and lightning and screams broke out across the littered beach.

Sonny stared, not sure what to think. "Hmm," She sighed, making a sand castle. "This is kind of fun."

God rubbed his temple, marks of anger breaking out all over, when suddenly, in a godly and holy voice, he commanded, "SIIIIILLLLEEENNNCCCEEEE!"

Lucifer stopped mid-punch, Raphael stopped right as his foot connected just barely with Lucifers groin, and all the other demons and angels dropped their hands to the sides. Michael just stared. Sonny and Jordii blinked. God just stared out at the crowd.

"Stop fighting," He sighed, and snapped his fingers, and all the litter from the beach disappeared. "Now, Sonny and Jordii are here to give you room numbers, and your roommates." He gestured to the rather huge beach house, just to the north of the beach.

"We are?" Jordii asked, accidentally breaking off a door on the sand castle.

"Yes."

"Oh."

"Should we split it apart?" Sonny asked to God.

Suddenly a stack of papers for Sonny appeared, and a stack of papers appeared for Jordii. And then someone creepily familiar ran up to God.

"Daaaaaad!" He whined, bouncing up and down. "I just rewinded Pokemon for us! C'mon, c'mon, c'monnnn!"

God smiled. "Yes, Jesus, my son," He patted him on the head, then looked to us. "Please choose what would be best." And they both disappeared.

"Somehow," Jordii thought, picking up one of the papers. "Jesus is different than I thought he'd be."

"I prefer him this way." Sonny replied, as she started writing who would be with who.

A few mintues had passed, and only a few angels and demons remained, including Lucifer, Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, and Uriel.

Sonny looked down. Michael, and Raphael. The last names she had. She turned to Jordii.

"Lucifer, Gabe, and Uriel." Gabriel blinked at the nickname, but smiled. He liked it. (I wanted Gabe to be an honest-to-God sweetheart. Literally. )

"Okay," Sonny thought a moment. They were here to bond, right? This setting could work... "Raphael and Gabriel, in a room. Lucifer and... Michael, in a room."

Lucifer blinked. In a matter of two seconds, he exploded. A new record. "WHY? HOW WILL THAT BE PEACEFUL?"

"It will become peaceful if you can bond," Sonny explained, checking the list of rooms available. "How about room 222?" (add 2 + 2 + 2 :D)

Michael had already facepalmed.

"That room will certainly work," Jordii agreed. She proceeded to whisper to Sonny. "But doesn't it say here that that room is supposedly haunted?"

"It does?" Sonny smiled slightly. "Oh well. They both probably aren't scared of things like that."

"I WILL NOT-" Lucifer tried to start, but Sonny had already written it down. The paper and pen were magical - once the names were written, they were instantly teleported to said room, with said person.

"So, is that okay, Gabe?" Jordii asked.

"It should be fine." He smiled.

"Uriel, you can stay with Sam."

Samael, from the corner, his eyes widened. He was a fallen angel, and Uriel, his father, had cast him down. His own father sent him into a place where death would have been a blessing. And, oh, the fall. How long it took. How painful it was. And Lucifers eyes watching him, as he awoke, and Lucifer declared him Arch-demon.

Uriel forced a small smile and nodded. "I have... no objections." Sam stayed silent. He was never one for conversation. He was the type who let his fist do the talking.

"So we have decided," Jordii declared. "Have a good time."

Uriel and Sam vanished in a spark of light, and Gabriel and Raphael followed.

"Mortals," Lucifer hissed, pacing around the room. "Flaws. Abortions. Hairless fucking apes."

"Lucifer," Michael sighed, setting his things on a counter. "You sound like a girl on her period."

"And you sound like an asshole with a dick shoved to far up his ass," He retorted, stopping for a second to glare. "Don't tell me you support these creatures that decided it'd be good for us to bond!"

Michael sighed. Then he suddenly remembered. (I DO NOT OWN THIS DELICIOUS PRODUCT!) Need a moment? Chew it over with Twix. He slipped a twix bar out of his bag and bit into half of it. "I prefered you the last time I saw you," He said, mock-wistful. "You, singing softly to me, while giving me a massage. Oh... and our little kiss."

Lucifer blinked. Instead of exploding, he said nothing. He immediatley turned away, as he had turned a red so deep it made him look sun-burned. Considering how pale he was, that was rather red. "I didn't kiss you!" He finally shouted, his fists balled in rage. "You kissed me! Are you saying you forgot?"

"Why, I would never forget," Michael teased, enjoying pissing him off. He didn't know why it was fun to piss him off. Maybe because he got so flustered and looked adorable in his attempts to top his sarcastic comments. Quite enjoyable, either way. "Your lips are soft and warm. Such a surprise. I thought they'd be cold, but no, they warmed me right up."

"YOU!" He hissed, manuvering his hair to cover his face. Thank all six hells for long hair. "YOU SOUND LIKE YOU WANT TO DIE!"

"I've said it once, I'll say it again," Michael winked. "Only when it's under your sword."

That did it. He was finished. Lucifer recoiled to his bed, defeated. He didn't want to fight. He was exhausted. And something about this room just seemed off.

And saying Michael hadn't expected him to give up was an understatement.

"Are you sick?" He asked, genuinely worried. No matter what had happened, no matter what the new circumstances, Michael worried for his brother. His morning star.

"No!" He snapped, getting a headache. "But this room," He gestured around it. "Can you feel it, too?"

Now that he mentioned it, something honestly was terribly strange. He looked around, but didn't see any signs of anything. He decided he'd have fun while he could. "Ooooh, maybe it's haunted."

Lucifer froze. "No, it's not." A slow shiver creeped up under his skin. "Quit fucking around, Michael."

"What was that, Lucy?" Michael was hiding a laugh. "I can't hear you past the moans of despair." But wait, he was the devil. Why would he be scared of ghosts?

Lucifer closed his eyes. He had horrible memories of ghosts. Memories that most people would kill to forget.

"Oh," Michael thought aloud. "Do you still think theres a monster under your bed?"

That panged Lucifer out of his haze. "No I do not! And... I didn't even think it was a monster! I was just doing it to annoy you!"

"Really?"

FLASHBACK (Warning: An adorable Lucifer may cause the following symptoms: dizzyness, seizure, blindness, and squealing uncontrollably. You have been warned.)

"Big brother," The terrified voice from behind whimpered, tears in his eyes. "Raphael told me something today."

An eight-year old Michael turned around to face a six-year old Lucifer, with tears welling up in his eyes and shivering. He narrowed his eyes, his over-protective brother side showing through. "What is it, Luce?"

"H-he said," He sniffed, and the tears started flowing. "Theres a m-m-monster under my bed!"

Michael stared. And he immediately facepalmed. "What... kind of monster?"

"The kind of monsters that eat little angel boy toes!" He cried, throwing himself into Michaels arms, tiny body convulsing and tears making Michaels shirt wet.

A snicker. Michael looked around the corner. A seven year-old Raphael, along with a worried seven year-old Gabriel, stood laughing at the scene. What was it with making fun of Lucifer like that? Michael could swear he was the only brother who thought of Lucifer as one of them.

"Hi, Ralph," Michael decided on the new nickname on the spot. Anything humane would piss him off. "Soo, you were the one with the "monster under the bed" story?"

Raphael narrowed his eyes at the nickname. "It's true! I saw Lucifers monster with my own eyes."

"Brother," Gabriel started, disliking the scene going on. "This isn't right..."

"Would that monster be your face?" Another voice came.

In Michaels arms, Lucifer froze, the tears coming to an abrupt stop, and his bodys shivers came to a complete stop.

"Lilith." Michael said, saying nothing more. Just her name was enough to cause silence in the entire kingdom of Heaven.

"Honestly, Mike," Lilith laughed, playing with a lock of her pure black hair. "Can you not protect my darling son at all? My little morning star?"

"Why are you out of confinement?" Michael questioned, ice in his voice.

Her eyes widened in mock-surprise. "Why, God agreed to let me see him!" She held out a pale, sickly thin arm. "The child. My son."

Michael didn't move a muscle.

Lilith. Everyone knew now about God's affair with Lilith. And Lilith...

Was Lucifers "dear" mother.

"You refuse a mother her child?" Her voice was a poison. "Michael."

"I'd let you see him if you weren't going to make me regret it." Michael had a secure, protective arm over Lucifer. Wether Luce had fainted yet or was just frozen in fear, he wasn't sure.

"Regret it?" She laughed and let her arms fall to her sides. "He will come to me, Michael. Thats where all angels will go. With me. Into the fucking depths of hell."

"Sorry. Never." Michael answered, ignoring her.

"Maybe by your hand. Maybe just by your hand, Michael," She laughed an insane laugh. "Today or in years, Lucifer WILL. COME. TO. ME. By YOUR hand."

Michael couldn't help but shiver as she walked away. That lady had some major problems. Atleast God was casting her down in a few weeks.

"Big brother," A soft whisper came from below. "Is it true?"

Michael strted rocking him back and forth, consoling him. "No," He said firmly. "You will not go with her. I wont let you. Okay?"

Lucifer hesitated a moment, then closed his eyes and let Michael comfort him. "Okay," He smiled. "I trust big brother."

If only that trust hadn't been betrayed.

END FLASHBACK

Lucifer winced at the surge of memorys, but he would not cry in front of Michael. He'd done it before as a child. He wasn't going to do it again.

Michael decided to stay silent. Nothing would help this. He had to deal with it by himself. Without a word, he left the room, leaving Lucifer in the room by himself.

Lucifer waited until he couldn't sense Michael or any other angels, demons, or annoying mortals presence.

And he let a single tear fall from his eyes.