The sun rose early the next morning and its light stabbed at the back of Natalie's eyelids just as merciless as any other morning. She groaned, loathe to move from the comfort of the covers, as she knew already that the room and grown cold over the night. She felt she would never be able to shake the bitter iciness that had settled in her bones.

Blearily, she reached for the lump of warm flesh next to her but had to stretch her arm further than expected. Lucifer had woken before her, it would seem, and was sitting at the edge of the bed watching the sunrise. Her fingers danced across his back in search of a hand hold to grab for warmth.

Lucifer silently reached back for her hand and pulled her into a sitting position as he turned on the bed to face her.

Natalie whined and rubbed at her eyes before she lifted them to his irritably, "Whyyyyyy?" she called.

Lucifer smirked before he pulled her face to his and kissed her. He lifted a hand to the back of her head as she practically melted into him. She deserved all the love he could give her for what she went through.

"Get ready, we'll head out in an hour. I rented us a car and I'm going to go pick it up," he instructed her as he stood. With a snap of his fingers he was wearing jeans, a red button up shirt, and the black coat she had bought him the week before. He spared her one last look, noting that she was still dazed, before he smirked and left the room.

"Where are you going?" she heard Felix ask from the living room.

"To get us a car," Lucifer shot back.

There was the sound of hurried shuffling as she assumed Felix was pushing himself off the couch and hurrying after his master to go with. She giggled, glad to see that Felix was happy to have him back as well, before she crawled out of bed to get dressed and ready.

Feeling refreshed and ready for the day, she stepped out of their room in black leggings and a green sweater, and was just pulling on her brown coat when Laila exited her own room with a yawn. See was wearing jeans, a black sweater, and a deep maroon trench coat.

"Aye," Natalie greeted with finger guns, "looking good my goth sister from another mister."

Laila snorted with a roll of her eyes, followed by a chuckle, as she padded into the kitchen to get a pot of coffee brewing. "I take it you slept well," she mumbled through another yawn.

"Decently," Natalie agreed and slid into a bar stool in the kitchen. "I'm just excited to find Michael so that the two can reunite," she exclaimed, touching her two pointer fingers together to mimic the two 'reuniting' as she had put it.

"What, are they gonna fuse?" Laila asked with a quirked brow.

"Yes, to form, Super Archangel!" Natalie played along and laughed as Laila snorted with laughter.

"Alright, I'll get my phone ready to take a picture," Laila continued and set a steaming mug of coffee in front of Natalie.

The woman took a grateful sip from it before pulling her small bag from off the counter top next to her. It was a leather little backpack she had taken to using. She liked the fact that she had free hands and didn't have to worry about it slipping off her shoulder. She pulled a tube of lipstick out of one of the pockets and slid it across her lips after she had finished her cup of coffee.

"Twenty bucks says Lucifer shows up with a convertible," Laila voiced after she had taken a long sip of her coffee.

Natalie chortled, "It wouldn't surprise me. But I think he likes muscle cars."

"Hmm," Laila hummed in thought. "I could see that."

The two left the hotel room and made their way through the hotel. The vintage eighties designed carpet led them all the way to the front door, it had even joined them in the elevator, and Laila was quite glad to escape the monstrosity once they stepped out into the chilly daylight. They waited only a few minutes, as Felix had sent Laila a text to inform them of their return, before a car pulled up in front of them.

"You owe me," Natalie chirped as Felix climbed out of the front seat of an old Pontiac Catalina. It was black and well taken care of, though the tires could use a change, Natalie noted with a smirk. The demon pushed the front seat up and climbed into the back while Laila stepped forward and crouched to follow. Natalie pushed the seat back and slid in with a chuckle.

"This is yours," Laila said as she offered a twenty dollar bill from between the front seats.

"Pleasure doing business with you," Natalie responded and slipped the twenty into her pocket as she buckled her seatbelt.

"Never pictured you as the gambling type," Lucifer commented from the driver's seat.

"Never pictured you as the driving type," she shot back and met his amused expression with her own.

"Racing gets the blood pumping," he explained with a shrug and put the car into first gear. It swung out of the parking lot, smooth as any automatic, and slid into the light alaskin traffic with little effort.

"Alright," Natalie said with raised brows, "Color me impressed."

"The usual shade?" he prodded and earned himself a light slap on the shoulder.

"Quit flirting," Felix grouched and pointed towards a sign that provided directions to the harbor ferry, "Eyes on the road!"

"Backseat driving is rude," Laila commented lightly and smirked as Felix sputtered and sat back with crossed arms.

The drive was quick but the ferry ride not so much. They spent what felt like hours bobbing up and down on the river headed over towards the island. The car, along with two others belonging to other passengers, sat parked on the deck of the boat while the four wandered about inspecting the surroundings.

"We should go on a cruise one day," Natalie spoke up as they were backing up off the ship in the car. Laila looked a little green.

"Cruises are fun," Lucifer admitted with a grin, "Lots of alcohol and gambling with poolside service."

"Oooooh," Natalie clapped her hands, already making plans in her head, and ignorant of Laila's torture.

They had planned to check all the abandoned households and cabins on the island, which, for such a small population was quite a lot. Lucifer was able to acquire the necessary information with a trip to the only local library in the small town located on the island. With some lengthy searching through public records, while Laila browsed through the library's selection of gothic literature, and Felix and Natalie bickered over comics, he was able to find all registered buildings on the island.

The librarian was quite through with their group once Lucifer had snapped Natalie's notebook shut and pushed himself out of the chair he had remained stationed at for the hour they were there. Natalie and Felix continued to argue over whether Marvel or DC was better, while Laila trailed behind them wishing she had a library card, and they exited the building.

The day was a blur of knocking on doors and peering into windows, inspecting properties that looked as if they had seen recent activity, in search of the missing archangel. They saw many trees and wildlife on their adventure and Natalie was quick to photograph everything she could. Several selfies were taken as well, as she was determined to document the fun they were having while on the hunt. Lucifer looked just as broody as ever in all of them. She could tell his frustrations were mounting after what felt like the hundredth cabin offered up no results. In reality, it was the fourteenth one they had inspected. She patted his shoulder as they returned to the car.

It was as the sun was beginning to dip down that they finally made some headway. It was the last cabin they would be able to search that day, as the ferries stopped running once night fell, and they pulled up through the long dirt road tiredly. It had been a long day and everyone was a little cranky as they exited the car and continued up the road on foot. A small lake was to their right, and the two story cabin was situated next to it so it could look out over the water during sunrise and sunset. A wooden staircase led up to a deck where the front door could be reached.

"This is a nice place," Natalie commented as they climbed the creaking stairs and shuffled onto the deck. Cream colored paneling covered the house and faded red shudders had been left open. Peeking in through the windows, Natalie and Laila could confirm that it had been recently cleaned. There was no dust or clutter inside and the fireplace still had embers glowing within it.

Lucifer wasted no time in kicking the door in with a booted foot.

"Michael!" he called into the house and waited for a response. Upon hearing nothing, he stepped in and examined the surrounding area irritably. The front door lead into a large living area and the kitchen was to the left. There were no sounds of anyone present as they filed in through the front door. Natalie looked a little peeved at Lucifer for having kicked the door down while Felix was unphased and nearly bored. Laila strolled in last and allowed her eyes to roam the room thoughtfully.

"I don't think anyone is here right now," she observed calmly.

"No, but someone was, recently," Lucifer muttered darkly and cursed. "I can't believe I'm going through so much effort for this asshole," he grouched and stepped back onto the deck. His eyes scanned the surroundings woods while the three continued to shuffled through the house behind him. He crossed his arms, debating on whether or not they should return tomorrow when they had more time, before he caught sight of something below.

"We'll find him, Luce," Natalie assured him as she finally followed him out onto the deck.

Lucifer was quiet as he tapped a finger on his arm, clearly chewing something over in his mind, before he mumbled, "maybe sooner than I thought." He descended the stairs quickly and walked around to the side of the deck, inspecting the ground as he went.

"What are you looking at?" Natalie called down after him and leaned over the rail to watch as he crouched down to inspect a bit of dirt.

"I think I know who Famine was talking about," he called up with a laugh.

Natalie blinked, surprised to hear such a laugh from him, and followed him down the stairs as Felix and Laila stepped out of the house. They followed her, with no other direction to go, and they crowded around what looked like a large paw print curiously.

"No waaaaaaay," Felix mumbled in awe and glanced up at Lucifer in surprise.

"A wolf?" Laila questioned dryly, unimpressed.

"No," Lucifer snorted and brought two fingers to his lips. A piercing whistle split the air and soared through the sky, echoing as it bounced off a neighboring mountain and across the lake. They all waited in silence, casting curious eyes at each other, wondering just what Lucifer was expecting to happen.

It was a few minutes later, Felix had crouched in the dirt and had drawn a circle around the paw print out of boredom, when a chilling howl finally answered. Felix jumped to attention while Natalie reached for Lucifer's sleeve and Laila crossed her arms and shifted her weight to one hip. Their breath fogged the air of the dying day.

Lucifer's head turned to a cropping of trees far off to their right. From the darkness of the underbrush, two forms separated just as black as the dark woods, and darted through the field at an alarming pace. Red orbs gleamed in the night, seeming to absorb the remainder of the dying day light, and overtook their minds. Fear bubbled up in the pits of Natalie and Laila's stomach, unwilling and unnecessary, as neither would have felt fear with Lucifer at their side in any other situation.

"Get behind me," Lucifer instructed quietly. Laila did as instructed while Felix remained rooted to the ground.

But the black figures, bounding across the grass, ate up the distance as their forms slithered in and out of shape. They looked like wolves one second, then a mass of billowing black miasma another, but their eyes never once left the figure of Lucifer. Slathering jaws and wet gurgling pants broke whatever silence may have fallen over the night.

And they just kept getting bigger as they approached.

Another howl pierced the growing night as the monstrous forms passed them, smelling of smoke and brimstone, and looped back around.

Natalie was glued to Lucifer's side as Laila stepped closer to Felix. One of them loomed over Natalie, its maw open. She made the mistake of looking it its eyes, red and pulsating, with a black slit pupil.

The whole world seemed to go black except for those eyes and a cold seeped into her very bones as she nervously clutched at the fabric of Lucifer's coat. Her knees trembled and her legs gave out beneath her as the smell of blood and rotting flesh assaulted her nose and she saw Hell for the second time in her life. She could feel the black water rising up over her ankles, knees and thighs, and it was suffocating. And she was dead. She could feel her flesh rotting away before it had even eaten her like she so knew it wanted. And those hands, the ones that grabbed at her, bruising her skin and laughing all the while, were pulling her down.

"Enough!" Lucifer barked, glowering down into the red orbs that seemed to pull whoever so happened to catch sight of them in to drown in despair. The hulking form paused, a rumbling growl growing in its chest as its breath washed over Natalie and its hackles pulled back to reveal dripping needle like fangs and a forked tongue. Fur stood on end as its tail and the miasma that surrounded it lashed about its form. "What did I say?" Lucifer growled back and grabbed at its throat, pushing it away with a grunt.

The behemoth was pushed back a foot and its ears flattened against its head and it retreated with a whimper. The other one moved in to takes its place. This one, however, butted its head into Lucifer's chest and snuffled in his clothes.

Natalie watched with wide eyes, tears streaming down her face, and shivered. She had never wanted to experience Hell again. Never wanted to recall the memories that she had tried desperately to push away. The terror she had felt as those monsters had clawed at her, climbed over her, and pushed her to the brink of sanity.

"Jasper," Lucifer murmured and grabbed at its bottom jaw, lifted its head to eye level, and scratched his chin with a grin. "You've always been the more reasonable," he observed casually.

"Are those . . ." Laila whispered in awe, "Hellhounds?"

"More like Hell Brats," Lucifer muttered as he pushed Jasper away, his forceful snuffling threatening to knock him over.

Jekyll barked in the background where he had continued to pace, forked tongue lulling out of his maw to hang lazily.

"Natalie," Lucifer called and dropped into a crouch next to the woman who had yet to move. "It's alright," he murmured and rubbed at a shaking shoulder. Natalie rubbed at her face in an effort to ground herself back in reality.

"I know, I just . . ." she mumbled, trying to rationalize what she had just experienced.

"I know," Lucifer murmured, "Hell may be gone but the things it birthed still roam the night." He watched as she nodded and tried to stand, but her legs still shook. He hummed and turned to the Hellhound who had retreated, "Jekyll," he called.

Jekyll paused in his pacing and cocked a curious head.

"Come," he ordered and the hound huffed before padding towards them. His paws were massive and thudded against the ground as he came to a stop before the two and flicked an ear. "This is Natalie," Lucifer explained. He took Natalie's hand and lifted it to the hounds snout. A nose the size of a baseball sniffed at the pale palm before his tongue slipped out and wrapped around her wrist once and retreated.

"Ew," Natalie muttered with a distant chuckle.

Jekyll's ear flicked again and he butted his head into her chest, knocking her flat onto her back, and laid down, resting his head over her torso with a huff.

Natalie laughed and Felix rolled his eyes.

"Hello," Laila called quietly to Jekyll and held her hand in front of his nose for his inspection. His tongue slipped out just as it had before.

"Hello," a rumbling voice echoed in their minds and Laila grinned.

"You talk?" Natalie exclaimed and reached up to scratch at the underside of the hellhounds throat. His leg kicked out in delight and he rolled over onto his side, his head now resting on her legs, and she continued her ministrations. "Aww, you're just a big softy too, aren't you?" she crooned as she sat up.

"Yes," he answered simply, causing the rest of the group to laugh.

"Alright, enough," Lucifer grouched and clapped his hands. Jekyll paused in his panting and pushed himself back onto his paws while Jasper padded back over to them from where he had wandered. "Jasper, Jekyll, bring me Michael," Lucifer ordered.

"Body?" Jasper questioned, his voice was a quiet hum in comparison to Jekyll's deep rumble.

"Alive," Lucifer answered as he crossed his arms. They had always been a bloodthirsty lot and often needed clarification when instructed.

Jasper's ears fell and he snorted but pushed Jekyll into a run as they bounded off into the woods back along the dirt road they had walked up. They watched the two bounded down the road before they veered off into the brush in synchronized grace.

"So cool," Felix whispered as they left.

"They're more of a hassle than they're worth sometimes," Lucifer muttered with a sigh and kicked at the dirt. "You got a cig?" He wasn't feeling all that in control at the moment and the small vice would provide him a steadying hold on the present. Natalie was staring off after the hounds, a hand waving them off, before she rubbed her arms to work out the feeling of grabbing hands and black water.

Felix handed over a pack from his pocket absently, his eyes never leaving the spot where they had disappeared into the woods.

"How'd they get so big?" Natalie asked curiously. She had seen them once before, in a dream of Lucifer's memories, and they had been about the size of an average wolf. Now they were as big as horses.

"Girl, they barely have corporeal forms, they can be whatever size they want," he answered, looking at her as if she were stupid, and lit a cigarette with a wave of his hand.

Natalie stuck her tongue out at him before she pushed herself to her feet and dusted off her leggings with a sigh. "We should make a fire and roast marshmallows," she stated after she had finished dusting herself off. There was a fire pit with a few chairs littered about off by a tree next to the road. Only one of the chairs had been used recently, it would seem, as the others were covered in tall grass.

"Do you even have marshmallows?" Felix asked irritably.

"No, but I saw some in the kitchen," she answered with a shrug.

Whether it was Michael himself who had purchased the items, the previous owners, or some other benefactor, the kitchen of that cabin was stalked. Felix himself had run up to claim the supposed marshmallows but returned with a case of beer and enough ingredients to make twenty s'mores. They rejoiced at the find as Lucifer begrudgingly piled the wood into the fire pit and brought a steady flame to life simply by flicking his cigarette into it.

Natalie sat in a chair, wrapped in a blanket she had pilfered from a cabinet, and cracked open a beer for herself with a content sigh. Lucifer stated that the hounds would be gone for a while, as he had not even sensed Michael's presence, so they made themselves comfortable.

Lucifer had pulled up a chair and kicked his feet up on the side of the fire pit, heedless of the heat, and dropped his head onto a fist.

"Hey, Felix, you want s'more?" Natalie asked drunkenly some time later. She wiggled an unopened beer can under his nose with a giggle.

"That's not even a s'more," he grouched but took it from her regardless, cracked it open, and shot gunned in it fifteen seconds flat.

"Nice," Natalie exclaimed.

Laila watched the two, her eyes drooping from the warmth of the fire and alcohol in her belly, and yawned.

It was two AM when they heard the familiar howl rip through the night again and a hulking figure came bounding out of the darkness and circled the fire, searching for Natalie, before he plopped down behind her panting. Jekyll glanced over at Lucifer, who was watching him with a quirked brow, and let out a huff before turning his head as he brother approached in the night.

"I know you two are bored out of your mind out here, but I'm not keeping you here. You can't keep coming to badger me when you want some entertainment," a voice could be heard complaining as the owner rounded a group of trees and stepped out onto the road. "Oh."

Michael stood, an arm full of wood in hand, wearing a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt. He paused upon sighting the group huddled around the bonfire and tightened his grip on the wood, glancing down at his booted feet, before continuing his trek towards them.

Jasper continued to prod him forward, nuzzling his back impatiently, before he finally gave up and bounded towards Lucifer. He slowed as he approached and sat down at the fallen's side loyally and watched Michael as he walked the rest of the way on his own.

He came to a stop next to the pile of already gathered firewood and dropped his load on top. He dusted off his hands as Lucifer turned his head to look at him lazily.

"Look what the dog dragged in," he drawled.

Neither moved from their place as Michael stared at Lucifer, eyes wide and disbelieving, and the tension between the two overtook the other three in their drunken stupor. All eyes turned to Michael and watched as he clenched his fists and took a step forward. He was struggling to muster the strength to speak, too overwhelmed to process the sight of his brother, alive and well before him. Not when he had searched through the rubble for days, fighting back sobs, and struggling with his own physical wounds as well as emotional.

Natalie pushed herself to her feet and approached Michael, pulling his eyes away from his brother, and wrapped him up in a tight hug. "I missed you, Michael," she murmured in his shoulder. It was obvious he would need some help to make any headway in the situation. He was already shaking.

The archangel dropped his eyes to the top of her head, feeling the warmth of her tattoo radiate through his chest, and wrapped an arm around her shoulders in a daze. "I missed you too, gingersnap," he mumbled absently. She looked older from when he had last seen her, but he knew, by the feel of her very soul, she was eternal and shining bright. Her presence steadied him a bit and he rubbed her back appreciatively.

"Come, come," she beckoned him as she stood back and pulled him by the hand towards Lucifer, who had yet to move from his seat by the fire.

Michael came to a stop before him, frozen by the glowing gaze Lucifer leveled upon him, and bit his lip. Many emotions were held within that piercing glare; anger, betrayal, disappointment, and distrust chief among them. Michael swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat and opened his mouth, hesitated, and then said, "Lucifer . . ."

Lucifer cocked a brow but his stare did not diminish in anger.

"I . . ." he swallowed again and rubbed a hand through his hair as tears began to pour from his eyes, "I'm sorry." He drummed his fingers on his jeans as his blue eyes dropped to the ground and he continued, "I'm sorry I pushed you away. I'm sorry I did not exercise my free will to argue in your favor. I'm sorry that I only ever saw you as a monster from that day on and didn't try harder to put a stop to it all. I'm so sorry," he rambled as the tears fell and he struggled to regain control of his emotions. He fell to his knees before Lucifer and clasped his hands together and wished things could go back to how they were when they were younger and still friends. Brothers. When it had been all smiles and laughs and memories. Before the fall and the drama and fighting, the promises of death and the apocalypse.

Lucifer lifted his eyes to the stars above and heaved a sigh. "We were both wrong," he finally said in a heavy and quiet tone.

Michael paused in his sobs to listen as he heard his brother's voice for the first time in what felt like an eternity. He never though he would miss the sound of his brother's beautiful voice, but oh how he had, he had yearned to hear it again everyday for the past six years. Even if it were insults thrown his way.

"We chose to take the extreme sides rather than stand on equal ground. I was wrong to believe humans were nothing and you were wrong to assume they were above all else. We pushed each other to the point of no return when, in reality, humans just are, neither higher or lower, just different," Lucifer explained and dropped his fist to rest on the armrest of the chair. "Father may say otherwise; but I've come to understand that every angel, fallen, and human alike has the ability to do good and evil. The only difference between us is our length of life and physical capabilities, but even those can be overcome," he continued and level his gaze on Natalie. She had yet to move from where she stood, still wrapped in the blanket next to the fire, watching with watery eyes.

"Lucifer . . ." Michael whispered as he dropped his head, shoulders heaving with quiet sobs of relief.

Lucifer sat forward in his chair and placed a hand on the back of Michael's head, pulling him closer so he could lay a kiss upon his forehead, before he sat back in the chair and watched his brother regain control over his emotions.

"Aww," Natalie cooed from where she stood and Laila smiled in the firelight. Felix rolled his eyes and fell back on the ground as the world spun drunkenly around him.

"Things will be different from now on and we need to sit down and discuss how best to handle this new balance," Lucifer explained. "There is still evil in the world and there is still good, but we need to come up with a new way to manage it, and I'll need your help."

Michael paused and stared at Lucifer, confusion melting into awe, "Right, of course, we need to find Father." He did not comment on the admiration that swelled within him for his brother and how, not for the first time, he felt that his brother would have made a better leader than he if only he hadn't been so different.

Lucifer nodded once as his eyes drifted to the fire in thought.

"Natalie may need to take the reigns on this one, I'm afraid," Michael whispered quietly with a sad smile.

"What? Why?" Lucifer asked suspiciously. He had expected Michael to take the task on himself to find father and lead the way towards the new era. Lucifer hardly felt he himself was appropriate when it had all come to an end due to his actions. He had hoped Michael would step up while he quietly melded into the background to deal with rogue demons and the like that still wandered the Earth.

"I . . ." Michael began but he dropped his eyes to the ground again and lifted his hands to cover his face.

"You didn't . . ." he mumbled, eyes wide and distant, as the nightmare from nights before bubbled up in his mind's eye. Those blue wings coated in blood and sinking below the surface to never be seen again.

"I did," he sobbed into his hands. "I didn't deserve them, I thought I'd killed you, and Natalie was so broken, I couldn't take it," he cried.

"Michael," Lucifer growled and lifted his hands to his head, overwhelmed by what the man before him was saying. "What have you done?" he groaned and pushed himself out of the chair to stand and paused, paced a few steps, before he turned about to face Michael again. "You fucking idiot!" he cried and kicked the chair he had been sitting on moments before into the night.

Jasper and Jekyll growled, their fur standing on end at their master's display of rage, and tensed.

"Hush," Natalie murmured and they whined, dropping to their stomachs with lowered ears.

"I'm so sorry," he choked out and dropped his head to the ground, not caring of the dirt, and revealed the blood stained fabric on his back. It was obvious he had tried to bandage it himself, as the bleeding was splotchy and the gauze could be glimpsed through the light shirt, wrapped with shaky hands.

Lucifer had had the dream just as Michael had taken action and his back had bled as Michael's had then.

"Do not bow before me!" Lucifer warned darkly. "I am not the one you need ask forgiveness of nor am I in any position to give it," he whispered harshly and looked away. It was true. Michael may now be considered a fallen, but Lucifer was so much lower than that, he was completely broken. He was the devil. No angel should ever bow to him for forgiveness. Angels were righteous and just, protectors of humanity, they could never wrong the Devil as anything they did to him was just punishment. It was law.

"Then who?" Michael whispered into the ground beneath him, not daring to lift his eyes.

Lucifer threw his hands in the air, "Natalie, Laila, humanity, and Father himself! . . . but not me," he ended quietly. Not after all that he had done.

Michael attempted to lift his head but Lucifer had stepped forward to hold it down. He reached for Natalie and gestured for her to sit down in front of him. She did as was instructed, hesitant and unsure, but calmed when Michael assured her it was alright in a muffled voice.

"You have chosen to punish yourself unjustly, without orders, and the world will suffer greatly for it," Lucifer muttered and stepped away from his brother to light another cigarette with his back turned to the group.

"I apologize, Natalie, for attempting to selfishly ease my suffering caused by both yours and my pain," Michael spoke though another sob that threatened to overtake him. He clenched his fists around the dirt beneath him and grit his teeth.

Natalie stared down at the back of his head with wide eyes. Her own tears had been freed and fell down her face, unable to comprehend why it was Lucifer insisted on this course of action, but understood that Michael was asking for forgiveness that he desperately felt he needed. He had willingly chosen to fall and enacted punishment on himself without consulting anyone. Another Archangel had been lost due to his own desires. She sniffled and ran a hand through his hair as his shoulders shook before she leaned down and placed a kiss on the back of his head.

"I forgive you," she said quietly, through her own tears, and leaned back to sit on her ankles.

"Thank you," Michael forced out through grit teeth.

Laila had pushed herself out of her chair and crouched down before Michael as well and whispered her own words of forgiveness soon after. The two woman shared a look as tears wet both of their eyes. Never had they expected to see him bowed before them in such a state. He was such a jovial and righteous person that they could not even imagine the amount of pain he had felt in order to do such a thing. They could only listen to the words spoken and offer their sympathies, as neither of them had lived an eternity, neither of them had flown on wings of light, and neither of them had been the one to bring about the death of a loved one.

Felix pushed himself off the ground and shuffled over to Lucifer who had yet to look back at the group, only listened to the words as they were spoken, and let the cigarette hang from his lips uselessly. He had yet to even take a pull from it while his eyes, half closed, gazed out at the lake. The moon shone down on its shifting surface with its cold light, ignorant of the events that had come to pass below.