The first place Amenadiel went was Hell to see if somehow the part of his brother that was banished somehow just got separated from Samael and sent to Hell. That hardly seemed possible, but so did his brother being turned into a child because of the work of humans.
Amenadiel went to Hell first because he wanted to see if he could find a way to resolve this without involving his father. He knew Lucifer would prefer that, even if he's young self was asking for their father. He also knew how livid his father was going to be about this, and despite feeling the need to put fear into Chloe over it, he didn't want to see her face his wrath. She deserved it, but Lucifer wouldn't want that.
Amenadiel was a bit worried about what he would find if Lucifer had been separated from Samael. Would his brother be completely unstable and dark? The thought worried him greatly. Unfortunately, that was a worry Amenadiel didn't have to contemplate long. Lucifer was not in Hell. Amenadiel had searched for days, hours on Earth, and found nothing. There was no trace of Lucifer anywhere. The only trace of him at all so far was in the little boy at Chloe's house.
Amenadiel was both scared and angry. He was scared that his brother was gone, as in never coming back. He was scared that Samael was all that was left now. And of course, he was angry because that meant that meant that Chloe and that priest had essentially killed a part of his brother.
There was a time when he would've been happy for Lucifer to be gone and Samael to be all that was left. There was a time when he hated who his brother had become. Now, he loved all of his brother. The parts that rebelled and became the Devil were a part of him. Amenadiel loved that little boy at Chloe's. He missed the carefree little kid that he used to be, but he didn't want to lose Lucifer to have him back.
After failing to find Lucifer in Hell, Amenadiel realized he had no choice but to inform his father of what was going on. He needed help in trying to fix this, and Samael needed to be healed.
Amenadiel landed in the Silver City right outside his father's office. He entered without knocking. He found his father behind his desk, a tall man with thin black hair and blue eyes, wearing a white suit. "Father."
God was on alert the moment his son entered his office. Amenadiel never entered his office without knocking. None of his children did. His children all knew they were welcome to come to him, but they also knew they were meant to knock if he was in his office. If Amenadiel had disregarded that rule, it meant something was wrong. The look on his eldest's face confirmed that belief. "Amenadiel, what's wrong?"
Amenadiel closed the door to his father's office and walked over to his father's desk. "Something bad has happened, Father. I've tried to handle it myself, but I can't."
"Tell me what it is, son. I will help however I can," God assured him.
"I'm not even sure you can. It's that bad," Amenadiel said.
"What is it, Amenadiel?" God asked with just a little bit of force. His son was quite distraught. He needed a little help getting this out.
"Lucifer. Something happened to him," Amenadiel said.
God stood up from his seat and looked at his son alarmed. "Is he alright?"
"I…" Amenadiel immediately stammered. He didn't know how to answer that question. His brother was, but wasn't okay.
"Amenadiel, tell me what happened to your brother," God said firmly. He understood that this was very upsetting to his son, which said in itself how dire the situation was, but he needed answers.
"I'm not totally sure. There was a priest after him. He wanted to banish him back to Hell, and he tried with some help, but it went wrong. Something happened to Lucifer that changed him. He needs you, Father. He's asking for you," Amenadiel said.
That was enough to truly frighten God. His son had not wanted to see him in millennia. He prayed a couple of times when he was angry or in need of help, but he never once asked to see him. "Let's go then."
"Wait, I haven't told you everything," Amenadiel said as his father quickly came to his side.
"You can do that while I'm seeing to your brother," God said before touching his son's shoulder. The two of them disappeared.
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Chloe was seated at the table for breakfast with Trixie and Samael. Amenadiel hadn't returned. At first, she expected him to be back right away, thinking he was just going to fill his father in and bring him down, but Maze told her that time ran differently in Heaven. It was faster. A few minutes there meant almost a day on Earth. Lucifer must have told her that.
Chloe was more than a bit nervous about the fact that God could show up any second. She would be nervous about that no matter what. He was God. Anyone would be overwhelmed about the possibility of the most powerful being in the world showing up at their door. However, there was also the fact that Chloe had hurt his son. She was certain she'd feel his wrath. She couldn't protest it either because she deserved it. That didn't mean she wasn't scared. She was more afraid now than when she found out about Lucifer. She knew all about parents who would tear apart anyone who tried to hurt their child. She was one of them. She could only imagine the anger she'd face from God himself.
Samael, meanwhile, was staring down at the object in front of him in confusion. It was supposed to be some type of food, but he'd never seen such a thing, nor had he seen the tools he'd been given to eat it. "Are you sure I should consume this?"
"Yeah, pancakes are great," Trixie said.
"Have you ever had food before, Samael?" Chloe asked.
"Of course, but never anything like this," Samael said.
"Well, give it a try. I'm sure you'll like it," Chloe said.
"Alright," Samael said before picking up the three-pronged object next to the food. He watched Trixie and Chloe use it to eat, so he knew how it worked. He took a bite and smiled. "You were right. We should have this in Heaven."
Just then, Maze came out from her bedroom. "I take it Amenadiel hasn't gotten his ass back here yet."
"What's an ass?" Samael asked.
"Maze, clearly, he's a sponge. Stop swearing in front of him," Chloe said.
Maze glared at her. Like she had any right to lecture her on anything after what she'd done to Lucifer. It was her fault the kid was even there.
Chloe sighed and turned to Samael. "It's another word we don't say. It's very rude."
Samael sighed dramatically. "I don't understand why there are words I can't say. Why do words exist if you're not supposed to say them?"
Trixie giggled. It was funny sometimes how much Samael didn't understand. Her mom had told her it was because he grew up differently. Still, it was funny because these were all things that seemed obvious to her. Though she agreed with this last one. If swear words existed, they should be able to use them.
"It's hard to explain. But you've never used those words before, so it shouldn't be hard for you stop yourself from saying them now," Chloe reasoned.
"But it's simply unfair that I can't say something, especially if others can say it," Samael said before going back to his meal.
"Mommy, do I have to go to school today?" Trixie asked.
"What is school? That's not another forbidden word, is it?" Samael asked with a grumble.
Chloe chuckled. "No. It's where kids here go to learn things. And, no, Monkey, you don't have to go." She decided to keep her daughter home today. That way Samael would have someone his own age, or who looked his age, to play with.
"Oh, you mean lessons. I have many of those," Samael said.
"What do you learn?" Trixie asked.
"I'm learning to fly in one of my lessons. Well, I'm trying anyway. I should know how to do it already. But it's not my fault. Michael's a bad teacher," Samael grumbled. He hated that he didn't know how to fly yet. All his older siblings had learned when they were younger than him. His mum and dad said he'd get it when he was ready, but it still bothered him.
"That's so cool," Trixie said in awe. She liked her new friend a lot. Well, he wasn't really a new friend. Trixie had figured out that Samael was really Lucifer. He was an angel and Amenadiel's brother, and he looked just like Lucifer. Plus, she'd learned Lucifer's real name from a friend at school who went to church every week. His name was Samael. It was obvious. And she'd always known Lucifer was telling the truth about being the Devil. He didn't lie.
"Are you guys done eating?" Chloe asked.
"Uh huh," Trixie said.
"Yes," Samael said before taking the last bite of his food.
"You wanna go watch TV?" Chloe asked.
"What is TV?" he asked.
"I'll show you," Trixie said before going to the living room.
Samael got up and followed her.
Maze stared after him. "This is freaking strange, and not something I ever wanted to experience. Thanks a lot, Decker."
"I screwed up, Maze. I get that. I never wanted this to happen," Chloe said quietly so the kids wouldn't hear.
"No, you wanted him gone altogether."
"No, I didn't want any of it. I just didn't know what else to do," she said.
Just then, they both saw Amenadiel return with man with dark hair. Both women noted he looked quite a bit like Lucifer, but with differences. It wasn't hard to tell who was in front of them.
"Where's my son?" God asked them both urgently.
Despite knowing that this was going to happen, Chloe was still overwhelmed by the fact that God was there, and of course afraid.
Samael's head popped up from the living room. "Dad?"
God turned and looked at the boy in shock. There wasn't much that could shock God, but his son being just as he was when he was a child left him awed. "Samael."
"Daddy!" Samael cried before running to his father. Everything that happened caught up with him. He felt so overwhelmed by the fear and pain he'd felt since waking up in a place he'd never been. He wanted comfort that only his mother or father could offer.
Trixie went over to her mother and stared at Samael's father, who was God. It was really cool that God was in her house. She didn't think he'd look so normal. He just looked like another person. So did Lucifer though, so she didn't know why God wouldn't.
God was still shocked, but he was also a father, so he reacted on instinct when his son came to him. He bent down and opened his arms for his son.
Samael ran into his father's waiting arms. He was so happy to see his dad that he forgot about his injured wing, which began to hurt badly the moment his father's arms closed around him. "Ow!"
God pulled his son out of his arms when he cried in pain. "Are you hurt, son. Your back? Your wings?"
"My wings," Samael said.
"Expand them," God said.
Samael whimpered. "It hurts when I do that."
"I can't help if I can't see them, son," God said gently. He was barely holding it together right now, but he knew he had to, especially with his son being hurt.
"Okay," Samael said reluctantly before pulling his wings out.
God pulled the bandages off and gasped. He could see where a knife or something like it had been jabbed into his son's wing. It was red from bleeding and some feathers were broken. "What monster did this to you?"
"It was a man. He said I was evil. Will you heal me, Dad?" Samael asked.
"Of course, son," God said before placing his hand on his son's hurt wing, causing him to cry a bit. "Better?"
Samael sighed in relief and folded his wings back against his back. He wasn't in any pain right now.
"Come sit with me," God said before taking his son's hand and leading him over to the couch. Amenadiel followed them.
God sat his son down and then took a seat next to him. "Tell me all that you remember when you got hurt."
"I woke up hurting. Not my wings, but everything else. I was scared too. I didn't know where I was or the people with me. I wanted you and Mum. I hid in my wings, but the man hurt them. I think you made a bad creation with him, Dad," Samael said.
If the situation was different, God might find humor in how serious the nine-century old child was being, however, the fact that he was that age and that he'd been attacked took any humor that might be there away.
"Chloe stopped him. He made him leave and then she tried to fix my wing," Samael finished.
"That's all you remember?" God asked.
Samael nodded.
God looked at his oldest. "Amenadiel?"
"It was a priest. He used some sort of banishment ritual that I guess went wrong. He was given something to knock him out first," Amenadiel said before glaring over at Chloe.
God followed his son's eyes to Detective Decker, who avoided his eyes completely. "I see."
"Are you angry with me, Dad?" Samael asked. His father sounded angry, and he'd honestly wondered if he'd done something to make his father send him to this place. He couldn't think of anything, but he couldn't think of any other reason for him to end up where he did.
"Of course not. You're done nothing wrong, my boy. Listen, everything is going to be figure out. For now, I'm going to ask Amenadiel to take you for a fly," God said. He planned to get to the bottom of exactly what happened, and the part Chloe Decker clearly played.
"But I don't want to go," Samael protested. Usually, he would love the idea of going flying with his big brother. He loved spending time with Amenadiel, and his brother rarely had time for it anymore. But he didn't want to leave his father, not after everything that happened.
"Samael, I need to handle something quickly. You're gonna spend a bit of time with your older brother while I do that."
"No, I won't leave!" Samael yelled with defiance in his voice.
God's eyes hardened and he took his son from under the chin, making him look him in the eyes. He didn't tolerate this sort of disrespect and his son knew that. Normally, he'd get a smack or two on his rear end for this sort of behavior, but God was going to settle for a lecture given everything his son had been through. "I am going to give you a pass because I know you have been through a lot, but you will not take that tone with me, young man, and you do not tell me what you will or won't do! Now, you will go with your brother, and if you can't behave yourself, I will have him take you somewhere that will be a lot less fun and much more boring than flying. Do you understand me?"
"But I don't want to go. I want to stay with you," Samael said in a much more respectful, albeit somber, tone.
God softened a bit and let go of his son's chin. He could see the boy was upset. "Are you worried I'm leaving you, son? I promise you, that won't happen. I will be here when you get back, and then I will explain to you why I wasn't here when you needed me. I promise that won't happen again." He didn't know how he was going to explain this to his son, but he would need to find something to say. He would not have the boy fearing abandonment.
Samael nodded. He knew his dad didn't lie. He'd be there when he came back. "I'm sorry for being rude, Dad. May I still go flying?"
"Apology accepted. Yes, you may. Go on," God said with a smile.
Samael approached his brother, who Picked him up into his arms and flew him away.
Chloe turned to Maze. "Will you take Trixie for a walk please?"
"For her sake, yeah. Come on, kid. I'm sure there's an ice cream shop open this early somewhere," Maze said.
"Why do we have to leave?" Trixie asked. God was in her house. This was really cool.
"Because your mom has to explain some things. Let's go," Maze said before ushering her towards the door to put her shoes on and leave. Maze didn't want to be there either. She was way too close to God himself for her liking.
Chloe gulped as God walked towards her looking none too pleased. His eyes made it clear that he wanted answers.