"It's all your fault, Samael! Your rebellion destroyed big parts of the garden, killed some of your siblings, and it will take a while till I can repair them so they can be back with the family!" God's voice was not only angry, it was wrathful. Samael's flaming sword lay in front of him. Broken. "It's your fault that the humans will be on earth from now on, without our direct guidance to do things the right way."

Samael wasn't defeated. Not yet, not now. Inside yes, maybe. He didn't know. But he wouldn't show it. His whole posture was prideful, even arrogant, and his eyes were piercing into the ones of his father. "And since they need a place to be punished for the sins they will commit now without us, you will rule it."

No...NO! Samael hated that part of his job, he didn't want to, he knew his Father saw the horror in his eyes even if he tried to suppress it.

"But Da - Father." He gritted his teeth.

"SILENCE!" God boomed again. "Amenadiel? Raziel? Hold him down."

"What?!" He was restrained - he had always hated that, but he had no chance against his two brothers. The whole heavenly host watched him with disgust, fear, and sorrow.

"You, my son, will be banished from the Silver City for all of eternity, you will live in hell as long as we exist, guarding the souls you poisoned. See what YOU have done, my son."

He was chained with big heavy chains made especially for him, which hadn't been needed till now. Samael couldn't move but that wasn't enough. He was dragged outside the gates to the edge of the City, followed by his family. His mother just watching. His siblings staring.

"Amenadiel? break his wings." The angel did, and the sound was one he would never forget. Nobody would. Not only the sound of breaking bones but the sound of pain Lucifer let out, his now useless wings hanging down his back.

"Michael?" His father ordered, "Do it." Michael, the only angel with a smirk on his face. He never had gotten along with Samael, so this was a pleasure for him, one he would enjoy, a once in a lifetime opportunity.

He drew his sword, first held at Lucifer's chin, forcing his younger brother to look him in the eyes. Samael growled, tried to avert his head. The sword drew blood from his chin. The first scar he would ever get. Michael grinned before he drove his sword with ease through Samael's body. The Angel put a foot on his brother's chest and pushed him over the edge to pull his sword free again.

Samael was screaming from pain, from his fall, from everything. His wings fluttered uselessly behind him as he fell, burned and crossed three planes of existence.

He hit Earth with full force, causing a huge wave of fire and dust that would cover the sky for years, the death of Dad's big reptiles, and preparing the earth for the rise of his humans before plunging in hell and lying there. There were no sounds around him except for his own pained screams.

Amenadiel played mindlessly with the little plastic sword in his empty glass.

"Sooo Lucifer is the reason for the extinction of the dinosaurs?"

The Angel nodded. "You could say so. Father wanted to get rid of them anyway because they were boring him, even though he kept some as birds. I don't know anything about of Lucifer's beginnings in hell. I don't know if Maze does. But he made her, so I guess she should. I just know when he arrived there, there were only a few souls in hell. Humanity back then wasn't that tainted like it is today, so it was lonely down there. There were the hellbeasts but they didn't like him, they would flee because he still carried the divine light with him and they hate light. Hell back then was complete darkness. His light was the only one. And all the pain. I know he still feels it, although he would never admit it. But it hurts. Not as bad as then, but you know he hates the cold because it makes his burns and wounds ache more."

Chloe nodded. He avoided the cold as much as possible, wearing his suits even during the hottest days of the year. He didn't mind, always told her that compared to hell this was a mild climate.

She looked down at her glass; the ice cubes in her cocktail had completely melted and watered down her drink. It was a lot to take in. She had learned more during that little talk with Amenadiel than she had ever hoped. She would never force Lucifer to talk about his past. It was clearly something he still had trouble dealing with. Linda once told her he was the worst case of PTSD she ever had met.

And still...despite everything that had happened to him, he was still a gentle soul. Lucifer was playful like the eternal teenager he was, no matter how old his body looked. He was charming, had a big and soft heart - he would deny that - and was an amazing friend, a good man. Yes, he was also a punisher, a good one, a fallen angel with anger and giant daddy issues. But he tried to be better. He wasn't the perfect boyfriend material, but every time Chloe woke up next to him, he had that smile on his face. Like she was the only thing in existence to him. She would never get tired of it. Sometimes in his sleep he would talk to her, ask her why she was still there and not running away, as if he couldn't believe that she was still by his side. And if necessary she would spend the rest of her life proving to him that he was loved. That he deserved to be loved. And when she died? She didn't want to think about it yet, but it would happen, maybe on duty, maybe as a 90 year old grandma. Lucifer panicked every time she brought that up. Clinging for dear life to her, trying to breathe. But when her time came, she already knew what she would do. She would give God a big piece of her mind, would confront him on being the biggest asshole dad in all of existence. She wanted to slap him in his face for breaking his son.

Yes, maybe she would end up in hell for that, but she knew the boss. And she would go voluntarily if necessary. It would be painful to never see Trixie again in the afterlife, but the thought of Lucifer alone, suffering back in hell for the rest of eternity...Nope, she wouldn't think of this now.

"Thanks, Amenadiel. You really helped me. I think I need to talk to Maze now. And don't feel guilty about everything, you are a great brother. And he loves you, even if Lucifer has a weird way of showing it sometimes."

Amenadiel nodded, looking far more relaxed now. Chloe hugged him and instead of becoming stiff at first like Lucifer, he hugged her back.

"I have to thank you, for...for everything you do for him."

And she just nodded, paid for her still half full drink and left the little cocktail bar.

It was time to find a demon.