Vindication

God had had enough. As he stood in front of his children and mess they'd made, he was livid. It wasn't just the fight though. He'd been seething for a while, for many reasons, many of them connected to why this fight happened. The fight itself was actually minimal compared to the other reasons he was angry over, though he certainly intended to address it with his children. They ought to have known better than to throw a brawl in a crowed police station, where innocent humans were essentially statues.

Lucifer, meanwhile, was shocked speechless. He imagined many scenarios where he would see his father again. Most of them involved him beating the bastard to a pulp. Now that it was happening, he couldn't even move. He could barely form thoughts through his utter astonishment.

"What on Earth is the matter with the three of you? You throw a brawl while a bunch of humans are frozen in time?!" God asked angrily.

"Father, it's Samael and Amenadiel's fault. They attacked me," Michael said.

"Shut up, Michael! You brought it on yourself. You hurt my son!" Amenadiel snarled.

Lucifer finally pulled out of his shock and glared at his father. "I don't owe you an explanation!"

"Enough!" God bellowed in a super powerful tone. He was met with silence and flinches, even from Lucifer. "You three have acted no better than impulsive teenagers! Look at the damage you've done! You're lucky no one was hurt!"

Lucifer was angry at his father for daring to lecture them, but he did feel guilty as he looked around at the damage they'd caused. It really was pure luck that a human wasn't killed, especially considering that demon blades had been tossed around.

"If you can't be on Earth without inflicting damage to it or the humans that reside here for no other reason than your quarreling, you can't stay here," God told them in a stern tone. He wouldn't allow humans to become casualties in his sons' war with each other. If they couldn't act with regard for human lives, they wouldn't be allowed to be around them. He was aware that this had not started with Amenadiel and Lucifer, but they certainly had a choice in how they responded.

Amenadiel's eyes widened at his father's implication. Amenadiel knew he and Lucifer were only on Earth at his father's allowance. He could force them to leave anytime he wanted. Amenadiel could find himself taken away from his son, or having to take his son from Linda. He didn't want either of those things.

Lucifer felt fear as well, and he hated it. After just making back from Hell, and finally hearing that he didn't have to go back, he could be forced back. He could be forced away from the detective without ever having the chance to assure her that he did love her.

"Father, please don't do that. We didn't mean for this to happen. Michael provoked us. He…"

"I know what happened, Amenadiel. I was watching. I'd hoped that you or your brother would have the sense to stop this fight, or at least change its venue before it got to this point. I am disappointed to see that you did not," God said.

Amenadiel averted his eyes. He could feel the being's disappointment. It was like when he was young and he would make similar errors in judgement.

Lucifer scowled and spoke in a scathing tone. "So sorry you had to do something for once."

"This is why I came here in the first place. Samael has no shame for his sins. He had to be stopped. Father, I think you're right. We should leave Earth. Amenadiel and I should go back to the Silver City, and Samael should return to his post in Hell," Michael said with a satisfied smirk on his face.

Lucifer and Amenadiel both went to respond to their brother, but their father beat them to it.

"Silence, Michael! I do not want to hear another word from you until I give you leave! Do you understand me?!" God asked in a hard and powerful tone. He was well aware of the things Michael had done. If he thought for one minute he wouldn't be severely punished, he was wrong

Michael gulped at his father's powerful, and obviously pissed off tone, and nodded his head that he understood. As much as he wanted to spin this to make his twin the problem here, he was not willing to break that order.

Just then, they all heard a groan as Maze began to regain consciousness. As soon as she became alert, she grabbed one of her blades that had fallen nearby and leapt to her feet. When she got up, she found the others looking at an older, African American man, who seemed none too pleased. "What the hell is this?"

"Hell has nothing to do with it," Lucifer mumbled.

"Hello, Mazikeen. I'm glad to see you've joined us, since this is just as much your doing as it is my sons'," God said before raising his hand and bringing the blade in her hand to him. He then placed it in his pocket.

Maze looked between her empty hand and… God in disbelief. She never would've imagined that the angels' daddy would come down to break up a fight, like some human parent, but here he was, much to her disdain. She never wanted to meet God.

"There is much to discuss, and this is not the appropriate place to do so. We will continue this at home," God said. He waved his hand to undo the damage his children had done, as well as to restart time, and before anyone could notice, he waved his hand again, transporting them all out of the police station.

Lucifer looked around in shock at his new surroundings. It wasn't hard for him to recognize his father's quarters in the Silver City. The furniture was updated, but the rest looked exactly the same. He found himself in the dining room, or meeting room, as it acted as that as well at times. There was an extra large rectangular table that ran the entire length of the room, and would fit about a hundred people.

Lucifer found himself shocked. He never thought he'd be here again. He'd been banished from this place for eternity. He wasn't supposed to ever set foot back inside. Not only was he there, but he'd been sent there personally by the man that banished him in the first place.

"Lucifer?" a new voice asked, sounding shocked.

Lucifer gasped, as he recognized the voice, and whipped his head around in shock to find the detective standing just behind him looking shellshocked. "Detective, what are you doing here?"

"You tell me. The last I knew, we were at the station. What's going on?" Chloe asked, panicking slightly.

"She's here because I intend to speak with during the course of our discussion," God suddenly said.

Chloe turned to see a middle-aged man who looked a lot like Amenadiel standing a few feet in front of her. "Who's that?"

"That's my father," Lucifer said as he glowered at the man

Chloe didn't think she could possible be more shocked than she already was, but Lucifer's words almost had her fainting in disbelief. "Your fa… God? Wait does that mean this place is…?"

"Heaven," Lucifer finished for her.

"Hello, Chloe Decker. Unfortunately, I can't say it's a pleasure," God said somewhat coldly.

Lucifer's eyes flashed red. "Do not talk to her…"

"Everyone sit down. We have much to discuss," God interrupted in a tone that left no room for argument.

Chloe didn't need to be told twice. She needed to sit down. She might just hit the floor in a minute if she didn't get off her feet. She walked over to the table and almost fell into a chair.

Lucifer followed suit for no other reason than that Chloe had done so. He was going to be staying by her side the entire time. He wouldn't be taking chances when the detective was in a room with both Michael and his father.

Amenadiel walked over and took the chair on the other side of his brother.

Michael sat across from Amenadiel at the opposite side of the table.

Maze glared at God. She was already upset that she'd been forced inside this place. She was a demon. She did not belong in Heaven. It felt physically wrong to be there. And she certainly had no intention of taking orders from God. "Let me out! I am not one of your lapdogs. You will not keep me here!"

"I assure you, Mazikeen, your time here will be limited, but I have much to say to you. Now, you will sit down," God said before waving his hand.

Maze soon found herself sitting in a chair next to Michael. She tried to get up, but found herself stuck to it. She could barely fidget in it.

God naturally took his seat at the head of the table. "Now, let's continue where we left off.