Amitiel stood behind Lucifer's bar in his Loft above Lux. She had her own quarters in the building as well but since she spent most of her time in his loft, Lucifer gave Amitiel her own room.

When Lucifer walked out and saw her standing there with a glass of whiskey in her hand, he knew something was up. "Penny for your thoughts?" he asked, figuring it was something Maze related and said as much. "Is my little Demon toying with your heart again?"

"Amenadiel told me if I convince you to go back to Hell, or take your place as the Devil, then Father will reunite me with my child." Amitiel came right out with it and downed the whiskey in hand.

Lucifer couldn't believe what he had just heard. "What did you just say?"

Amitiel wasn't in the mood to repeat herself. "You heard me, Lucifer."

He was shocked and exasperated all at the same time. "I know, Amitiel, I know. But I can't believe it. I mean I can, but I can't!" Lucifer walked over to Amitiel and took her hands in his. "Ami, listen to me, this is just a ploy in Father's game. He's manipulating you – toying with you."

Amitiel sniffed back some tears. "I know, Luci, it's just…the thought of holding my child in my arms again. I…I also almost considered it."

"Which part?" Lucifer asked, standing straighter. "The convince me to go back to Hell part or the taking my place one?"

"Both," Amitiel admitted and looked away in shame because of it.

Lucifer understood why she felt that way and he sighed sympathetically. "Amitiel, I get it. You would do anything to be reunited with your child again. If I knew how to find them, I would bring them to you in a heartbeat. But Amenadiel's deal – Father's deal, it's a falsehood. You see that, don't you?"

"I don't believe either of them would keep their word about this," Amitiel admitted, "but that doesn't stop me from wishing that they would."

"If I knew you would be happy running Hell I would tell you to go for it, but it would destroy you. The only way you survived down there all this time is because of me and Maze." Lucifer studied her for a moment. "Or am I wrong?"

Amitiel shook her head. "You're not wrong. It wouldn't be the same without you and Maze and I wouldn't ever subject to having my child there just to with me. I couldn't put them through that."

Lucifer tried to steer them away from this topic so he said, "I have an idea. Come with me today. Call in sick or whatever it is you have to do and let's just enjoy life."

"I don't have to call in sick," Amitiel admitted, pouring another glass of whiskey. "I quit my jobs."

"Amenadiel showing up has thrown you for a loop, hasn't it." That was certainly not worded as a question.

"In a way," she replied, finishing the drink. "If Amenadiel claims that Father can reunite me with my child then that leads me to believe that they're here…on Earth. And I'm going to try and find them."

"How do you intend to do that, Amitiel?" Lucifer wasn't even sure himself how that would work. "I mean, it's not every day you track down a Nephilim. The only way I know of is if you have a piece of them – a hair or something – and…" He was rendered speechless when Amitiel lifted her hand and a small, white feather levitated with it.

Lucifer's eyes widened when he saw this. "How?"

"I keep it close to my heart," Amitiel admitted and returned it there.

"Ami…if you use that to track down your child it will destroy it. Even if it doesn't work." Lucifer had to be certain that she knew what she was doing. "Are you willing to risk that?"

"Father is likely blocking them from being tracked, so no, I'm not ready to risk it." Amitiel put the whiskey away and started cleaning the glass. "This is all I have left of them. So, I'm gonna have to find them the old-fashioned way. Only problem is…I have no idea where to begin."

"An idea will come to you eventually, I'm sure of it." Lucifer was trying his best to be supportive. "You're Immortal and Nephilims keep getting reborn so you will find them one day, Amitiel. You have my word." He knew how risky it was to give her that when he wasn't certain but if it gave Amitiel something to hold onto then that was the important thing.

Amitiel hugged Lucifer tight. "Thank you, brother."

Lucifer wasn't much of a hugger but for Amitiel, he made an exception. "Anything for you, sister."

Amitiel stuck around Lux for the day with Maze, deciding that she would figure out what to do next when her head was clear. She was restocking the bar when one of the new bouncers, Killian, came over.

"Need any help with that?" he asked as she lifted the box onto the bar.

"I got it, but thanks," she replied and went back to replacing the bottles. Killian was still lingering so she turned around to ask, "Can I help you with anything?"

"Actually, I…" Killian paused, deciding against what he was going to say. "You know what, never mind." On that note, he turned around and walked away.

"Why did Lucifer hire him again? He seems…odd," Amitiel asked an approaching Mazikeen.

"He didn't," Maze admitted, "I did. He's so hot and there's just this…poundable aura around him."

"There's certainly some sort of aura he's giving off, but I wouldn't call is poundable," Amitiel laughed in reply. "If you're interested in him so badly then go for it."

"I already tried." Maze leaned out the bar and pouted. "He turned me down. I think he's more into you."

"I'll pass," Amitiel replied, not feeling anything like that towards Killian in the very least.

"Is it because you haven't been with a guy since your guy?" Maze asked, certainly prying into Ami's past.

"You know what?" Amitiel used both hands to point into the box of liquor. "I think you can handle the rest of this. I'm going shopping…or something." She walked past Maze, smacking her ass as she went, and grabbed her things.

"You can't avoid the truth forever," Maze called after her as she went.

Amitiel put her bag over her shoulder with a heavy sigh, muttering, "Don't I know it."

Amitiel was in the middle of trying on some sunglasses at a street vendor later that day when the world around her suddenly grew slower. "Ohhhh…You do not want to mess with me right now, Amenadiel."

"Does that mean you are considering the offer?" he replied, not at all deterred from her reaction to his presence.

Amitiel put the sunglasses on top of her head and walked right up to her brother. He stood considerably taller than her but that didn't stop her from staring him down. "You caught me off guard with the possibility of being with my child again, but it's never going to happen. Do you really think I'd believe that father would willingly reunite me with them? For all I know they could be dead."

"Father would never cause death to a Nephilim. Especially yours," Amenadiel countered. "The offer is real, Amitiel."

"So, what? You know Lucifer isn't going to go back so that leaves me to pick up where he left off. Do you truly think that I would subject my child to that?!" Amitiel shook her head at him. "Do you really think I'm that selfish?"

"I think you are capable of understanding what's at stake here, Amitiel. After all, being understanding is part of who you are." Amenadiel thought he got her there, only to be proven wrong.

"Peace is also a part of who I am," Amitiel countered, "And how much of that do you see, lately?"

"I've told you once, now I will tell you again – Lucifer is changing. So, either you get him to reclaim his place in Hell or you take over for him. At this point, I do not care which happens as long as one of you goes back."

Amitiel crossed her arms as she looked him over. "Are you afraid Father is going to make you take over if neither of us do?"

Amenadiel scoffed at the question. "Lucifer asked me the same thing and I will tell you what I told him – That will never happen. Now, think about the offer some more, Amitiel. You know how to find me when you make your decision."

Amitiel turned back to the booth in annoyance and frustration as Amenadiel took his leave, allowing time around them to go back to normal.

Acting like nothing had happening, Amitiel smiled at the vendor and pointed to the sunglasses on her head. "I'll take them."

Amitiel was headed back to Lux when Lucifer's car pulled up beside her. "Of all the money we have, why do you choose to shop at these places and eat that horrible food?"

Amitiel popped another Cheeto into her mouth before saying, "This stuff is like crack, I can't get enough of it. And I like rooting for the underdog, or have you forgotten?"

Lucifer all but rolled his eyes at her for that and held out a handkerchief for her. "Wipe off your bloody hands before you get into my car."

Amitiel rolled up the Cheeto bag and put it in her purse before accepting the kerchief. "Where are we headed?" she asked, walking around the car to get in.

"I'm going to see the Detective and I thought you might like to see the small human," Lucifer replied then grimaced at the sight of the orange blotches on his handkerchief that Amitiel was trying to return to him. "Keep it."

"Awww, you're so sweet," Amitiel teased and settled into her seat. "I would like to see Trixie again, so thank you." As Lucifer pulled back into the stream of traffic, Amitiel said, "Amenadiel showed up again today."

"Same with me," Lucifer replied, sounding quite annoyed about it. "Is he trying to put a wedge between us or something?" He scoffed. "Hope you told him to sod off."

"I almost did," Amitiel admitted. "I understand why he feels this way, Lucifer. He and I were very close once. He must think I abandoned him."

"He abandoned you first," Lucifer shot back. "Betrayed you is more like it. He had no business blabbing to father about your Robert. We could have protected you."

Amitiel closed her eyes and sighed. "I know that, Luci. I said I could understand it, I didn't say I agreed with it."

"I just hate what Father put you through." Lucifer's grip tightened around the steering wheel.

"He's put you through a lot as well, brother." Amitiel's voice was soft as she spoke to him.

"Yes, well, he never ripped my child out of my arms and refused to tell me where they were being taken to. I don't know how I would have reacted if it was me so I cannot even imagine what it was like for you." Lucifer didn't care for children, this much was true and they both knew it, but he would have been different with Amitiel's child – they would have been family.

Amitiel cleared her throat and changed the subject. "So, what case are you inserting yourself into now?"

Lucifer went on to tell her about the child of an actor that had been killed avoiding the paparazzo, and how one of them had a history with Chloe – something that Lucifer was determined to figure out – and that said paparazzo confessed to the murder, only didn't really when Lucifer intervened.

"Do you need me to talk to him?" Amitiel asked as Lucifer pulled up in front of Chloe's house. "I'm a bit more direct."

"True," Lucifer grinned, "but where's the fun in that?" He rang the doorbell before she could answer.

When Chloe answered the door, Lucifer was the one to speak first. "Do you really live here? I thought I must have gotten the wrong address." He proceeded to walk into her house uninvited, leaving Amitiel to say to Chloe, "I could apologize for his behavior but it wouldn't change anything so…", and walk into the house as well.

Lucifer was still reeling over the size of the house. "How do you afford this place? Do you take bribes."

"I don't," Chloe replied. "And what are you doing here?"

Trixie came running out of her room at that moment calling out cheerfully. "Ami! Lucifer!" She hugged Ami first. "I've missed you at school."

"I didn't realize I made a big impression," Amitiel laughed as she hugged her back.

"Well, you did, so I expect to see more of you, missy." Trixie tried sounding so serious.

Amitiel tried to keep on a straight face but was failing. "I will do my best."

Trixie thought for a moment then accepted the answer so she could hug Lucifer as well.

Lucifer was a little taken aback by this action. "Ah, hello again, small human." He looked around chuckling nervously then picked up a doll from a nearby table. "This – this is yours, yes?"

Trixie answered happily. "Yeah, that's Molly McDowell. She's a ballerina by day, but a ninja chemist by night."

"A simple yes would have sufficed." He tossed the doll away like one would a toy to a pet. "Right, on you go, then. Go on, fetch away." When she just looked at him, he asked Chloe, "What, is this too advanced for her?"

"Lucifer Morningstar," Amitiel interjected with crossed arms and an 'I can't believe you just did that' face.

"Oh, I must have done something unacceptable," Lucifer stated. "She used my full name. My sister has a far better understanding of you humans than I."

Trixie laughed, "You're funny."

"Trixie, babe, come on. Get ready," Chloe said to her daughter, guiding her back to her bedroom.

"Can I show Ami the rest of my stuff?" Trixie asked excitedly.

Chole looked at Amitiel in question and upon finding her sincerely smiling she said, "Alright." Watching Ami go with Trixie, made her say, "Could the two of you be any different?"

Lucifer answered her question before anything else. "We're not as different as you think, but you are correct…Amitiel is a completely different angel."

Meanwhile, Amitiel sat on Trixie's bed with her and looked over the array of toys being presented to her. "You have some wonderful items here."

"Are you just saying that to be nice?" Trixie asked, eyeballing her a bit.

"Of course not," Amitiel assured her. "I cannot lie."

Trixie beamed at that. "Well…in that case…"

Amitiel cut her off there. "How's your hand doing?"

Trixie held up her hand to show her it was all healed. "The doctor took the stitches out because it's gone! Look, not even a scar! How cool is that!"

Amitiel almost couldn't believe her eyes. She took Trixie's hand in hers to examine it. All that remained was a faint line where the cut had been. "Impossible."

"That's what my doctor said," Trixie giggled. "I heal fast, I guess." She shrugged and proceeded to get things ready for her visit with her dad.

Amitiel was about to say something else when Lucifer called out, "Oh, it seems we're leaving sister! Better hurry up!" Upon hearing that, she stood to go but said, "I'll be seeing you again, Trixie."

"I'd like that," Trixie smiled and waved as Amitiel left.

Once in the car, Amitiel turned to her brother. "Did you do anything to help Trixie's hand?"

"No. Why would I do that?" Lucifer asked, driving away. "Why do you even ask?"

"She's healed, almost perfectly." Amitiel faced forward and slouched down in thought.

Lucifer could read what she was thinking upon her face. "Oh, no. Do not get that idea in your head. That's a reach, even for you."

"She's healed, Luci," Amitiel retorted. "Name one human you know who can heal that quickly!"

Lucifer had to pull over for this because he had to make himself abundantly clear. "Ami, listen to me. The Detective's daughter isn't the reincarnation of your child. Do you hear me? Amenadiel has gotten into your head and now you're going to see your child everywhere you turn. Don't do this to yourself, Amitiel. If Trixie was a Nephilim reincarnate, I'm certain we'd be able to see them."

"Not while their human," Amitiel retorted. "We can see other angels, but when a Nephilim is in human form we can't we see them as anything other than that. Only when they use their wings will we be able to see them for what they are. I know this for a fact. I held my child long enough to realize it."

Lucifer was starting to worry about his sister now. "Amitiel, it was likely Amenadiel who healed the child to send you on this tailspin. He and Father both know the way to get to you isn't through me, or Maze, or anyone else but your child. Don't give in, Ami. Trixie is not your child."

Amitiel didn't verbally say anything to that and just nodded to let him know she heard him. Odds as they were, he was correct, but she couldn't stop herself from feeling that there was something different about her.

Maze was working behind the bar at Lux when she saw Amitiel storming into the club. "Where's Lucifer?" She was going to be annoyed as hell if he was out with the Detective Decker again. Maze raised her brow as Amitiel stormed by without a word. "Amitiel! What's up?" Even with that, Amitiel didn't say a word. In fact, Maze wasn't even sure if she'd heard her.

Something was up and Maze figured that she wasn't going to get any answers out of her. Amitiel would have pulled her along with her if she wanted to talk to her. This gave her an idea so she looked around the club and spotted who she wanted to talk to. "Yo, hot stuff!" she called over and when guys who were not Killian looked her way, she called out, "Killian! Yeah, you. Get your ass over here!"

Killian made his way through the crowd over to the bar. He wasn't sure what Maze wanted to talk to him about, but it sounded pretty important based off her tone. "What's up?"

"Something's bothering my girl Amitiel and I want you to find out what it is," Maze replied, not planning on giving him a choice in the matter.

Killian looked a bit confused. "What makes you think she'll talk to me?"

"You have the face for it," Maze replied and started pushing him towards the back room. "Now go before she drinks all the wine in the place…or the whiskey depending on how bad it is."

Killian was about to object but he clearly had no choice since Maze all but threw into the backroom. There he found Amitiel holding a bottle of wine in one hand a bottle of whiskey in the other, looking between them as if she was trying to decide which she should have. "I don't recommend blending them. Tried it once and it didn't work out so well."

Amitiel turned to face him when he spoke. "Do you need help or something?" Her voice was harsh, only because she was trying to hold back her tears.

"No," he replied, slowly moving towards her. "Are you okay, Amitiel?"

"That is such a loaded question," Amitiel replied, not really answering his. She placed both bottles on the shelf in front of her as he felt herself start to break down a bit. "My child was taken away from me a long time ago. I – I thought I might have found them but it's likely to be impossible, and…" She scoffed, turning to face him, "Why am I even telling you this?"

Killian chuckled as he ran his hand through his shaggy, light brown hair. "People tend to confide stuff in me. I'm told I have the face for it."

Amitiel found herself chuckling at that. "Yeah, you kinda do."

Killian gave her an encouraging smile. "Look, I hope you find your kid someday. Who knows, maybe you've already met them and don't even realize it."

"I would like to think that I would recognize my own child," Amitiel countered.

Killian shrugged a bit. "You said yourself it's been a long time. Maybe they've changed as much as you have." He tried to sound reassuring, "If it makes you feel any better, from what I've seen of you, I think you'd make a good mom."

Amitiel raised her brow at that. "You just barely started working here. How could you possibly think that just from our few encounters?"

Killian simply shrugged again and left the backroom without another word.

Amitiel stood there feeling…something that resembled confused, but she also found herself feeling…better.

Grabbing a bottle of wine for the hell of it as opposed to drowning her sorrows, she went back into the club area just in time to hear Lucifer shout at Maze, "You will not speak to me this way!"

"Whoa." Amitiel set the bottle of wine on the bar. "What did I just walk in on?"

"I'm trying to prove to your brother that being the Lord of Hell doesn't allow for him to feel for these humans," Maze replied, feeling smug at having gotten a rise out of Lucifer.

Amitiel was about to lose her temper at that because she couldn't believe that Maze thought she had the right to dictate what and how Lucifer should feel. Yes, Amitiel could understand where Maze was coming from, but she did not like it. The only thing preventing her from speaking her mind in that moment was Chloe coming down the stairs into Lux.

"How did you get into Nick's holding cell?" Chloe asked Lucifer and as Maze walked away, she added in sarcastically, "Oh, I'm sorry, am I interrupting some creepy foreplay you two have."

"Wrong angel," Maze answered and headed behind the bar.

Amitiel could tell that she was not needed for the conversation so she grabbed her bottle of wine with an, "I'm out. Too much drama for me," and headed up to the loft to enjoy her 'me time' that consisted of the bottle of wine, a huge bowl of Cheetos, and one very cheesy movie – no pun intended.

Amitiel just turned off the Rom-Com that was playing on TV when Lucifer came into the loft with Maze right behind him.

"Are you itching for the truth and perhaps a little punishment?" Lucifer asked, handing Amitiel yet another handkerchief for her orange coated hands.

"Truth, always. And you know my boundaries for punishment," Amitiel replied as she cleaned off her hands.

Lucifer nodded because she was correct. "Leave the punishment for me then. Are you coming?"

Amitiel looked between Maze and Lucifer before answering with, "I'll get changed."

Lucifer didn't give Amitiel any details except for when to meet him and where. Apparently, she was a bit late because Lucifer and Maze were standing in the middle of the empty road with a middle-aged man and a younger one. She wasn't quite sure what was going on. "Lucifer?" she asked upon approach, eyeballing all those present.

"Ah, Amitiel, here you are. Ready to get your truth?" Lucifer asked with a grin. "Have at it before they receive their punishment."

"I thought I was helping you solve your case with the Detective," Amitiel replied. "Not…whatever this is."

"I really hate it when you get all soft," Maze scoffed. "Makes me wonder what I ever saw in you." When Amitiel looked at her with eyes to kill, she smirked. "Oh, yeah, I remember."

Lucifer was growing bored. "Enough of this." He addressed the two men present, "Both of you have committed acts worthy of punishment. However, you will not receive said punishment when you die. It's my fault, really. Sorry. So I'm here to fix that. Right now."

It took Amitiel two seconds to figure out what Lucifer was up to. "A duel? This is your idea of punishment?"

"Of course," Lucifer stated proudly as Maze pulled a pair of guns from the back of her belt and placed one on the ground in front of the men. "You both get a gun. Let's see who shoots who first."

Amitiel backed away as she said, "This is all you, Luci. I'm not taking part in this." She rendered herself invisible to the humans in the blink of an eye then opened up her wings and took off into the night.

Killian was cleaning up the bar when Amitiel came in, leaned over to grab some whiskey and poured herself a glass. "And here I thought we solved all your problems," he joked.

"Confliction will always be an issue for me," Amitiel replied, downing a drink then pouring herself another. "Do you believe that being can be truly good and evil. A blend of both but not really either?"

"Honestly?" he asked and when she nodded, he threw the cleaning cloth over his shoulder and leaned on the bar to get down to her level. "I think it'd depend on the situation. Everyone has lines that they would never cross and others they don't mind moving a bit. So, in a way, yes. I do believe that all beings have good and evil in them. Sometimes one is just more present than the other."

Amitiel shook her head in awed disbelief. "What are you, like twenty-five? How can you be so wise?"

Killian chuckled at that with a smile. "What can I say? I have an old soul."

"I know the feeling," Amitiel replied, believing that she meant it quite differently than he did. Suddenly she thought to ask him something. "What did you want to say before, but said never mind instead?"

Killian wasn't very convincing when he said, "You know, I can't even remember," and walked away before she could say anything more.

Amitiel was less than satisfied with that response and made a mental note to use her 'mojo' the next time she asked him. Amitiel was about to pour herself a drink when the bottle was swiped out of her hand by Maze.

"I bet you'll be proud of your brother," Maze seethed before taking a swig straight from the bottle.

"What happened?" Amitiel asked, all her attention on the next words to come out of Maze's mouth.

"Lucifer changed his mind and called Amenadiel to fix the so-called mess he made. Came right out and admitted that he found the changes in him thrilling." Maze scoffed and took another swig before pointing at Amitiel with the hand that held the bottle. "With you, I get it. A part of you fell when…you know, but you didn't fall completely. Even when you got sent to Hell you didn't fall all the way. You still have that angel in you. But with Lucifer, it shouldn't be that way."

"Why not?" Amitiel asked, although she wasn't expecting an answer. "Lucifer was one of the best angels I knew. Far better than me, that's for sure. So why is it alright for me to hold onto that and not him?"

"Because he's the Devil," Maze shot back. "The Devil isn't supposed to behave like that. It's not natural."

Amitiel was at a loss for words so she simply got up from the bar, pulling the bottle away from Maze mid-swig as she did, and walked away.

"What did I say?!" Maze shouted at her and received Amitiel flipping her off over her shoulder in reply. That action didn't bother Maze one bit and she smirked, "Yeah, I still like her."

Amitiel sat in the lounge chair on the roof of Lux and looked up at the starry night. She placed her hand over her heart and lifted it to allow the small feather to float up with her hand. "I think I made a new friend today. I know how childish that sounds, but it's true. Maze thinks he has the hots for me but I don't buy it. I certainly don't have the hots for him and…and if you can somehow hear this and you're a young child I am so, so sorry."

She shook her head with a laugh that soon turned to tears. "Oh, how I miss you. I wish I could find you…I wish I was strong enough to risk losing the only piece I have of you to try. Just know that I love you and one day, maybe not anytime soon, but one day…we'll be together again."

Amitiel put the feather back over her heart and lowered her hand to return it to safe keeping. Every once and awhile Amitiel would talk to the feather, hoping that somehow her child could hear her or at least feel her love, but had no idea if they could or not.

Little did Amitiel know, her child could hear every word and right then at that very moment…they were smiling because of it.

End Season 1 Episode 2