"I'm so glad you finally decided to come to your senses and join me, Eleanor," Lucifer smiled at her as Dexter led them both to her room in Lucifer's mansion, a building that resembled a Gothic cathedral but was pitch black. "It's nicer for everyone back on earth, that's for sure. Did you see that I brought the demons back just like I promised?"

"Yes," Ellie nodded. "Dad asked Mom who she was, but that was just a side-affect of coming back, right?"

"Yes," Lucifer nodded without missing a beat. "Of course."

They found themselves outside the room that would be Ellie's and when Dexter opened the door, she was dismayed to see a bed draped in black canopy up against a red painted wall.

"Do you have any other color schemes around here besides black and red?" Ellie asked, and winced as a scream rang out from nearby, nearly cracking Fishy's bowl as she placed it on the bedside table.

"Sorry about that," Lucifer told her apologetically. "The mansion is right by the torture chambers. The screams of the damned are music to my ears, but we can find a way to help you deal with them, I promise."

"Oh, goody," Ellie sighed and fixed Fishy's bowl. "That makes me feel better." She paused. "I guess the only good part about this is that I get my own room. That surprises me."

"This is just temporary," Lucifer informed her. "Until you've adjusted to your circumstances. Then, of course, you'll sleep with me!"

"Of course," Ellie sighed and got into the bed, pulling the covers over herself. "I knew it was too good to be true!"

Lucifer just stared at the lump under the covers, unsure of what to do.

"Don't worry about it," Dexter assured him. "I'll take care of it. You do what you need to do."

"Thank you," Lucifer nodded. "You do whatever you have to to help her get adjusted. I don't care what it is. Give her anything she wants, take her into any room, it doesn't matter. If you think it will make her happy, just do it, all right?"

"All right, boss, I will," Dexter promised.

"Thank you," Lucifer replied and strode out of the room. Dexter then turned to the lump in the bed. Ever since Ellie had arrived. Since she'd arrived, he'd taken on his human appearance to make her more comfortable. In that form, he resembled a mild-mannered accountant in khaki pants, loafers, and a striped shirt, non-threatening and easily approachable.

He made his way to the bed and gently pulled the covers off Ellie, noticing that she was shaking. "Hi," he said. "The boss is gone now."

"Good," Ellie replied. "And the screaming seems to have stopped."

"Well, at least for now," Dexter told her. "It'll start again, though. You want me to take you to a place in the house where you can't hear it?"

Ellie sat up. "Is there really such a place here? Sure, I'd love to go!" She paused and looked him over. "Don't take this the wrong way, but...is that how you really look? Are you an accountant who did something really bad like embezzle a bunch of money and then wound up in hell?"

"Oh, no, no," Dexter shook his head. "This is just my human appearance. I'm a demon. I look like this because I thought it would help your adjustment."

"That's very sweet of you, but you don't have to do that," Ellie assured him. "You can be who you are. I can handle it."

But despite that confidence, she let out a shriek when a red demon with a pot-belly, glasses, (oddly enough), hooves, and claws sat next to her.

"Yes, I'm ugly, I know," he told her as he noticed she was trying not to stare. "But I try to be kind. I really do. I promise."

His gentle voice made her feel comfortable enough to reach out for his hand. "Thank you," she told him. "That puts you several steps above your monster of a boss."

"I know he seems awful," Dexter agreed. "That's the nature of his position. He was not allowed to be kind. It's not supposed to be natural for him. But deep, deep down, he's a man of many feelings. A man of great sensitivity, who wants nothing more than to be loved."

Ellie scoffed at this. "If he wants to be loved, he's not really doing anything to make me want to love him if that was the point of him insisting I come to be with him."

"Maybe he just needs to be shown how," Dexter guessed. "I know it's annoying, and it will feel at times like you're giving a lot more than you're getting, but I really think it'll be worth it in the end. Will you at least try? Please?"

"Oh, all right," Ellie sighed. "Why not? It isn't like I have much else to do. Can we go see the quiet room now?"

"Sure," Dexter nodded. "Let's go!"

He led her through a maze of seemingly endless, twisting hallways until they reached a heavy door made of black walnut. "There is a library behind here," Dexter told Ellie. "The boss and I are the only ones who know about this place because it's where he goes when he wants to be truly alone. Now you know about it too."

"Really?" Ellie asked as a key appeared in his hand and he unlocked the door, allowing her to go ahead of him and look around. "So many books!" She remarked, feeling awestruck. Then she blinked and pointed at a corner of the room. "Is that a bed over there? Why?"

"Sometimes. he's in here so long that he just falls asleep, and having a bed is so much more comfortable than sleeping in a chair all night," Dexter explained. "It could be useful to you as well."

"Yes," Ellie nodded. "It just might." She then stood in silence. "I hear nothing," she remarked. "Absolutely nothing. I like it."

"Should I just leave you here, then?" Dexter questioned. "And if the boss needs you, I'll bring him here."

"Thank you for showing me this place, Dexter," Ellie told him. "I appreciate it. This could be the one place that makes living her bearable for me."

"You're welcome," Dexter inclined his head. "And if...if it's not overstepping my boundaries, I hope we can be friends, Miss Ellie."

"I think we can," Ellie smiled. "I'd like that."

Dexter then left her alone in the library and she scoped out the best chair and tried to decide which book to read first.

"I see Dexter showed you my library," Lucifer told Ellie when he later found her. "Is it a place of comfort to you?"

"Yes," Ellie nodded. "I hope you don't mind. He told me that only you and he and now I, know about it."

"Of course I don't mind," Lucifer told her. "What are you reading?"

"Just getting acquainted with my new home," Ellie remarked and showed him the copy of The Divine Comedy that she'd buried herself in. "Is all of it true?"

"Not exactly," Lucifer shook his head. "Mr. Alighieri took some liberties for drama's sake."

"Well, that's good to know," Ellie told him. "I noticed there was a bed in here. This might become my room permanently if the shrieking of the damned is gonna keep me awake in my other room. I need sleep!"

"I'm working on that, I swear," Lucifer promised. "Why don't I take you on a tour? You might find it interesting, since you just asked me about the punishments and all."

"Don't expect me to torture people or anything like that," Ellie said as they left the bedroom. "Cause I won't."

"No, no," Lucifer promised. "I won't make you do that. I have demons who do the torturing for me when I'm not able to." As they left the house and began walking across the dry, fiery, red-sky covered wasteland that was hell, he said, "Now you'll see just how true Inferno is."

"All right, let's do it," Ellie told him. "I'm not afraid."

"Good," He told her. "Because I really want to show you how we operate around here. My job is to punish those I believe have committed one or more of the seven deadly sins. Each level of hell hosts a sin, and the punishment for that since is connected to it. Like people who are guilty of envy have their eyes sewn shut for instance, since envy is such a visual sin. Clever, huh?"

"Awful!" Ellie shuddered, bumping into such a person because they wandered aimlessly around hell and were not contained like the others.

"Of course, that's one of the older ways to do the punishments," Lucifer said and zapped her to a room with a long table where people with their arms secured behind their backs were being force fed large cakes.

"Gluttony," Lucifer clicked his teeth and looked at Ellie sorrowfully. "Not a pretty sin at all."

"No, oh, my god!" Ellie cried. "Take me somewhere else!"

"None of them are pretty," Lucifer warned. "They'll all frighten you."

"I don't care!" Ellie begged. "Let me out of here!"

So Lucifer zapped them to another area where men and women were unclothed and writhing in agony as their bodies were consumed by fire over and over again.

"Lust?" Ellie questioned with a raised eyebrow. "Let me guess: you spend a lot of time down here because these are your people?"

"You say that like it's something I should be ashamed of, Eleanor!" Lucifer chuckled. "But you have to be more forgiving of poor souls like these. Lust is so easy to be consumed by."

"Not for me," Ellie shrugged.

"Just wait," he told her.

They then found themselves in a dark forest, and Ellie was overcome by a feeling of sadness and hopelessness. "What...what's going on?" She asked Lucifer. "Why...why do I feel like this?"

"It's the slothful," he explained. "They really emote, don't they?"

Ellie began to sob, but when she got down on her knees in front of a slow running creek to splash water on her face, she let out a shriek as a moaning figure rose from the water, grabbed her arm, and nearly pulled her along with him as he was sucked back into the creek

"Help!" Ellie cried. "Lucifer, help!"

"Just a minute, Eleanor!" Lucifer shouted, grabbing her free hand and pulling her out of the damned soul's grip. "It's all right," he told her as she clung to him. "You're safe."

"So I know about envy, lust, gluttony, and sloth," Ellie told him as they rushed away. "What horrors are in store for me next?"

"The one sin that I believe you need to be wary of," Lucifer replied cheerfully as they appeared in what looked like a gladiatorial arena. Men and women were ripping each other apart in various ways...swords, knives, bombs, their fists...it didn't matter, while in the stands, another group cheered and shouted loudly.

"What in the hell?" Ellie asked. "I...this isn't me!"

"Wrath," Lucifer explained. "You can be quite wrathful, Eleanor. Those in the stands will have their turn to fight too. You can if you want."

"I'm only mad all the time because you make me be!" Ellie cried. "You're a pain in the butt and you don't even seem to be aware of the trouble you cause."

He led her into the arena and handed her a spiked club, zapping the current fighters back to the stands as everyone howled and began throwing rotten fruit. "Just a minute now!" He cried. "You'll get your fight, don't worry. I just thought you'd want to see me get what's coming to me by one of your own." He turned to Ellie. "Would you care to introduce yourself, Eleanor?" He asked. "Tell them who you are and why you're here." He gave her a little push forward and she scoffed.

"I'm Ellie," she got out. "And I'm...I guess I'm wrathful."

A cheer went up, and everyone began chanting her name.

"All right, hit me," Lucifer instructed. "Beat me to death. You know you want to, and you have the perfect weapon."

"I won't do it!" Ellie shook her head. "No matter how mad you make me, I won't kill you."

Lucifer cleared his throat. "When I sent the demons back, it was without memories of their loved ones," he told her. "So your father not knowing your mother isn't just a side effect of being brought back. I did it deliberately."

Ellie's jaw hung open and she was overcome with rage such as she'd never allowed herself to feel before. She lifted the club over her head and immediately began beating Lucifer with it, one sharp blow after another, not stopping until he was still on the ground, blood gushing out of several wounds. Then she got down on her knees. She'd gone too far.

"Well, well, well, wasn't that fun?" He asked, his eyes popping open as he got to his feet again. "I'm so glad you're capable of emotion, Eleanor. I'm very proud of you. You have greed and pride next. Where to?"

"It doesn't matter," Ellie told him. "And there better be a way to get Daddy to remember Mom again. You can't just bring everyone back and have them not remember the people they love forever!"

"Oh, I'm sure they'll find a way to remember again," Lucifer told her. "They've always been very hard to control, that lot, and this will be no exception."

"Good," Ellie spat, her eyes narrowed as she wished she still had that club. "I'm glad."

Next, they encountered greed: The greedy were, of course, weighed down by the material goods they hoarded during their lifetimes, carrying them on their backs and barely able to walk.

Some bore the sin a bit differently: they were in a spot that gave them a view of what Ellie assumed was heaven from all the bright light. The sinner, pushing his weight toward that light, his eyes full of hope, just told himself that if he could get there, he would be home free, only to lose his balance, fall down the hill along with the weight, and have to start all over again.

"Fitting, isn't it?" Lucifer remarked.

"Yes, but a bit mean to make them think they're getting rewarded, only to have it taken away," Ellie said.

"Well, when you withhold from those who can't help themselves but are much better people than you are, how else should you be punished?" Lucifer questioned. "You were in a position to give hope and help, but you kept for yourself instead. Onward now."

They arrived at the last sin, pride. Unsurprisingly, the first thing Ellie saw in the room was a large chair with an equally large picture of Lucifer hanging above it.

"Did we end up at your office or something?" Ellie asked. "I thought we were supposed to be seeing pride!"

"Oh, but you are!" Lucifer told her. "Don't you know that this was my big sin? I thought I was better than humans and demanded that that be acknowledged. I went and I messed with them and my father wasn't too happy about it, so here I landed. This is just a reminder to the prideful that I'm just as sinful as everyone else." He then led her into another room where a bunch of people in fine clothes were doing menial tasks, most of them disgusting, like mucking out horse stalls.

"This isn't bad," Ellie remarked. "I kind of like this."

"I would think that the idea of people who think they're too good for the world getting their comeuppance would be appealing to you," Lucifer nodded. "These people would not lower themselves in life to do what they're being forced to now, so that's their punishment. It's so fun to watch." He took her toward a man who was locked into the stocks and handed her a rotting tomato. "Throw it at him," he urged. "Hit him right in the face. That's what he used to do with his servants. He never paid them much of a wage, either, even though without them, he wouldn't even know how to properly feed himself."

"It's terrible to treat someone that way," Ellie agreed. "I hope he's learning his lesson. I hope everyone here is." She then tugged on Lucifer's arm. "May I go back to the library now, please?"

"All right," Lucifer nodded after chucking the tomato in the man's face. "Let's go, Eleanor."

"I don't understand how I can be a total stranger to you!" Sarah yelled at Josh in frustration. "We're married! I'm pregnant with your baby!"

"Oh, I don't think so," Josh shook his head. "You must have mistaken me for someone else, because I would remember if I was married or going to be a father and I don't remember anything like that."

"Well it's true!" Sarah cried and then grabbed Junior, who was just coming into the house. "Josh is back," she said in a low voice. "And he doesn't seem to know anything, so would you tell him that he and I are married?"

But when they came into the room, Josh grinned. "I guess this other man is your husband," he surmised. "I knew that when you were saying I was, it was some sort of mistake. You two make such a nice couple."

Sarah showed her teeth and swayed on her feet a little as she clutched her stomach. "What are you just standing there for?" Josh yelled at Junior, who was doing nothing. "Help your wife, for crying out loud!" He sighed and caught Sarah just before she fainted and carried her to a chair. "I'll get you some water," he told her. He came back with it and handed her the glass.

"What happened?" He questioned.

"Just a little dizzy," Sarah replied. "And I had some cramps." She reached out after finishing her water. "Will you carry me to bed?"

Josh obligingly picked her up and carried her to her bed to tuck her in, then bade her goodnight. "I don't know what's wrong with your husband," he smiled at her. "But I hope you feel better soon."

As he left, Sarah realized that no matter what she told him, it wouldn't help him remember.

"He still doesn't know the truth?" Junior asked after he knocked and she let him come in. "I'm sorry. How are you feeling?"

"A littel better," Sarah nodded and sat up. "I just don't understand how he could not know me! Why does this always happen? Why do my relationships always get screwed up?"

"Well," Junior sighed, "in our case, it was my fault. I can make all the excuses I want about how I had a good reason for leaving, but that doesn't erase the fact that there was cowardice in my decision too. I left because I just wasn't ready for the responsibility that would have been put on my shoulders if I would have stayed, so I ran. I'm sorry. I'm sorry you had to handle everything alone when you were as unprepared as I was. I'm sorry I hurt you and Ellie. I really am."

"Thank you," Sarah replied and hugged him. "Thank you very much."

"And Ellie turned out great, thanks to you and Josh," Junior continued. "I know he loves you very much and I'm sure that eventually, he'll come back to you. I am."

"Oh, I hope so," Sarah nodded. "Cause I've just lost Ellie. I can't stand the thought of losing Josh too. I just can't. And now...having him here but not knowing me...that's even worse than if he were gone."

Junior then hugged her and let her cry before saying, "You wanna get out of the house for a bit? Go get an ice cream? We can do it while I move my stuff back to my place."

"Sure," Sarah nodded. "I would love that."