Lucifer walked through the Silver City and took in his surroundings. It had been a long time since he'd really had a look at it. Well, sort of. He'd been there for a century, but his entire mind wasn't exactly present during that time. He'd also walked through a couple of days ago, but he had other intentions besides looking around at his former home. Much had changed since he'd been kicked out. It was to be expected though. The world had changed as time had. It made sense that his father would change the Silver City to reflect that.

It was hard to believe, but being back in the Silver City wasn't actually so bad. He could actually think of things he missed, despite his claims that he hated Heaven and didn't want to go back. He supposed it was easier to want to hate a place he wasn't allowed to enter. Linda would probably tell him that he convinced himself of that to protect himself from the pain of being kicked out. Perhaps, she would be right. He still wished for things go back to the way they were though. He would happily still be banned from Heaven if he could be back on Earth with those he cared about, with the detective before… before things went wrong.

Soon, Lucifer noticed Michael walking towards him. He immediately sighed in displeasure. He had no desire to speak to his older brother.

"Hey, Samael. Are you okay?" Michael asked in a careful voice.

"My name is Lucifer, and if you're planning on trying to detain me again…"

"I'm not. I only did that to help you. You were trying to leave the Silver City, and it wasn't going to end well if you did," Michael said.

Lucifer laughed. "You wanted to help me? You have never wished to help me, Michael." Well, he supposed Michael did recently. He did have many recent memories of Michael being kind to him. Those were still hard to comprehend. Lucifer still had trouble believing they were real, given most of his experience with Michael. In any event, he wasn't entirely convinced Michael's kindness was selfless. For all Lucifer knew, Michael had been forced to treat him nicely.

Michael winced. He knew he deserved that comment. He had been terrible to his brother for most of their lives. He was going to have to make that up to his brother. "Samael, I know I haven't…"

"Stop calling me that!" Lucifer yelled. He hated the name even more now than he had before he lost a century of his life. In his mind, when people called him that now, they were calling for the little boy he'd been turned into. That was who they wanted, not him. The only one who he would tolerate the name from was Amenadiel's son, and that was because he didn't know any better.

"Okay, I'm sorry. I will do my best to call you Lucifer, but it may be hard. I've never called you anything else," Michael said. He knew he had to respect his brother's wishes to be called by the name he'd chosen. His father had even told him that. It was just difficult to remember to do so.

Lucifer didn't respond. He grudgingly had to admit that was true. Michael had never addressed him as anything other than his former name. He hadn't even spoken to Lucifer since he changed it, something Lucifer was grateful for at the time.

"I'm sorry I wasn't a good brother to you. I treated you, and many others, badly long before you fell. I regret a lot," Michael said. He hadn't really been kind to many of his younger siblings. He was just an angry kid, and he had no tolerance for his siblings. Samael though, he disliked the most, partially because he was so favored, and partially because he was just so much different from the others.

"Yeah? Like dropping me to the bloody ground in mid-flight?" Lucifer asked irritably.

Michael winced at that memory. It was by far the worst he'd ever done to a sibling. That was the only time he'd really gotten physical. He usually just used words in the past. He'd been in an awful mood and didn't like that he had to take his brother for flying lessons that day. He'd done what he did in a moment of rage. He regretted it seconds later. He'd even dove after Samael, but Amenadiel caught him first. "I meant it when Mom and Dad made me apologize for that. I never should've done that. If it makes you feel any better at all, Dad took his belt to me for it, and I deserved it."

"Yes, certainly."

"I was always an ass to you, but I went too far that day. I knew it even before Amenadiel dragged me in front of Mom and Dad. I'm sorry for being so cruel to you for so long. I'm hoping you'll give me a chance to make things right. I want to try to fix things between us. I want us to have a good relationship," Michael said.

Lucifer scoffed in response. "If you want to have a relationship with any part of me, it is the boy I apparently reverted myself back to, and even that is hard to believe. You never gave me the time of day until that happened. It seems likely that you were nice to me then because Father forced you. Because apparently even he's not bastard enough to allow a child to be vilified.

"If that were the case, I wouldn't have to be nice to you now, would I? Yes, Dad insisted that everyone treat you right. That's not why I did though. At first, it was because I was no longer a kid myself and couldn't justify going after an innocent child. I'd made the decision that I would be kind to you because of that. Then I saw you. I remembered the way I treated you and realized how wrong it was. I decided I wanted a better relationship with you. I wanted to be someone you felt you could count on," Michael explained.

Lucifer snorted at the idea that there was anyone he could count on. "I can't count on anyone, Michael. I've recently received all the proof I need of that."

"That's not true, Sam… Lucifer. Don't let that human…"

"Don't talk about her!" Lucifer said sharply. He didn't want to hear about her at all at the moment, and certainly not from the brother that had treated him so terribly most of his life.

"I'm just saying that not everyone is going to hurt you like that. And I know that we've hurt you too. We're sorry for that. Dad is really sorry for it," Michael said.

"Yes, I'm sure," Lucifer said sarcastically.

"He is. You should talk to him. He'll tell you how sorry he is himself. You can count on us, little brother. We won't fail you again. Plus, the humans that were true to you are here as well," Michael said.

"What the bloody hell are you getting at?" Lucifer asked.

"I'm asking you to stay. Let us all prove to you that we've changed. Let us make amends. Come home for good," Michael said.

Lucifer blinked almost stupidly. It never occurred to him to stay in Heaven, nor did he think he'd be accepted as he was. In the beginning, he did think he might be forced to stay, despite his father's claims otherwise, but that was back when he thought his new memories were fabrications. He figure his father was trying to change who he was by implanting false memories. Now that that wasn't the case, surely no one would want him to stay, not when he was no longer the boy they were accustomed to. "You don't want me here. You want who I was."

"No. We want you, all parts of you. I know it's hard for you to believe, but we love you, Lucifer," Michael said.

Lucifer stared at his brother for a minute before walking away. He couldn't hear so much as another word. He needed to think. Right now, things made no sense to him.