When he closed his eyes, he could sense something. Someone, perhaps. They seemed so far away, yet so close.

"My Lord," a voice says.

The only acknowledgement he gives the demon is a simple head nod.

"My Lord," the demon says once more.

Lucifer inhales deeply, not at all hiding his annoyance. He was never one to mask his emotions.

"Do I have to spell it out for you? It's Lucifer! Lucifer Morningstar!" he says in a way that sounds like he is announcing himself to a large crowd.

The demon nods, but doesn't say anything else. It's somewhat of a chain. The humans are terrified of demons, and the demons are terrified of Lucifer, and Lucifer...well, Lucifer is terrified of one thing, and one thing only; his father.

Lucifer has no clue how long it's been since his demon's attempt at overthrowing him. He is still furious for having to leave Earth behind to take care of the needy little children that everyone else may call demons. It wasn't necessary, but the demons got bored, so they decided it would be amusing to wreak havoc on earth by doing one of the few things he banned.

He looks around the large room, which he created to make him feel connected to the world he left behind.

It may look like his penthouse above Lux, but it's not the same. No Ella, no Maze, no Amenadiel, no Linda, not even Detective Douche. But most of all, no Chloe. His heart broke when he thought of her. She told him she loved him, and what did he do? He left.

He is jerked from his thoughts when the demon cleared his throat, clearly avoiding the use of the devil's name.

"Oh for the love of- What?!" Lucifer exclaims, taking in the demon's almost frantic demeanor.

"My Lor - Lu..c..i..fer.." the demon says, drawing his name out.

Lucifer stands in front of the demon impatiently.

"One of the new arrivals is...well...they're alive," he spits out.

"They can't be! It's impossible to get down here if you're not dead, everyone knows that." A living soul? Blasphemy!

The demon unfurls his left hand and throws a small item to Lucifer. (Upon his orders, all demons are made to appear as humans, even when they're not torturing.) He was caught off guard, but his reflexes went into action and managed to catch it. He stares at the Pentecostal coin. His thumb rubbed over the star on one side, and another finger over the triangle on the other.

"How? I thought there was only one," he says, staring in awe of the coin.

The demon doesn't respond, but watches as Lucifer contemplates the item's existence.

"If they're alive and they used this, it should've disintegrated then and there. It's a one way ticket," Lucifer says, not truly speaking to the demon. He was speaking his thoughts aloud.

"You were misinformed about Azrael's blade. It wasn't destroyed, merely disguised as the Flaming Sword. Perhaps you've also been misinformed about the coin."

The demon carefully constructed those words so as to not mention his father. It was rather a sensitive subject for the Prince of Darkness. If it wasn't a sensitive subject, the demon would've said, 'Your dad lied to you about the sword, it's likely he lied about the coin.' That could never happen, unless he wanted to be obliterated into nothingness.

"Falzar," Lucifer addresses the demon by name, "Who are they and how did they manage to get their hands on one of the rarest items in existence?"

"We have no idea, which brings me to the other reason for my being here. I'm an advocate for the demons. Are we supposed to torture this person if they aren't supposed to be here? If you allow us to, we wouldn't get far anyways because they have no regrets and we have no access to their memories. Some of us think it's a tough challenge, others are still taking in the news of a human..alive..in hell."

Lucifer and Falzar stand in silence for a minute.

"Do you at least know why they're here? No one in their right mind would come to hell willingly. Not without good reason," Lucifer says.

"That, we do know. They asked for you. We didn't even have the chance to tell them that they're in hell," Falzar states.

"Then they can't be someone who randomly got their hands on the coin and accidentally used it. Not if they know who I am before they're told they're in hell."

A distant hope was rising in him and thought that maybe it could be someone he knows. Lucifer is constantly forgetting that while it's been centuries for him, it could've been a year on Earth. The time difference was confusing to all.

"Well we mustn't leave them waiting," Lucifer says, his eagerness getting the better of him. He straightened out his tux before heading toward the elevator.

Before the doors closed, Lucifer leans close to the demon.

"I never did thank you for not participating in the uprising, Falzar."

After the demons' attempt to gain power, Lucifer only made an effort to learn the names of the demons who didn't stand against him.

Once they reached the ground level, they opened the door to 'Lux' and walked out into the blue-tinted, infinite hallway. Doors led on forever, some covered in chains, some not. The only thing differentiating from the usual doors is Lux. Even when they left the bar, they could turn back and see the entire building sticking out into the sky. It was the only earth-like structure, and it was a beacon for the demon's who needed to get to their king.

Tired of walking for what seemed like ages, he scoops up the demon who yelped and lifts them both off the ground. One of the perks of having his wings back is not wasting time with walking.

"Which way?" Lucifer shouts through the wind.

The demon points to the left. Lucifer would be unable to hear him, because his large, feathery wings would drown out the sound of his voice. Falzar was in awe. He'd never been flying before. It's not everyday Lucifer flies you above hell. It wasn't as dark and dreary as perceived on the ground. It was almost...beautiful. There were particles in the air, kind of like snow. The world grew brighter when they flew higher, and this was the closest thing a demon could get to sunlight.

Without warning, they landed. Rather, Lucifer landed on his feet while Falzar rolled as he was dropped from his lord's grip. It didn't quite make a difference since no one could be hurt.

"She's in there," he says, gesturing to one of the numerous doors.

"She?"

Even though it was never stated, Lucifer assumed the person would be a man.

Falzar steps forwards and opens a door without chains. Usually if it had chains, it meant it was a soul's eternal landing point.

Lucifer walks into the room, with the demon trailing behind him. He turns around and instructs Falzar to remain outside, and the demon complies, closing the door as he steps out.

The room is a blinding white. There are no memories to create a personal hell, so it remains bare.

Upon hearing the man enter, the woman spins around. She has dark, wavy hair that ends just above her hip. He was reminded of Eve. Lucifer could tell she was young, perhaps still in her teens. Her eyes are such a dark brown, he couldn't tell where her iris ends and her pupil begins. He is immediately overwhelmed with a sense of familiarity.

"Lucifer!" the young woman exclaims, throwing her arms around him.

She pulls away from him and smiled. He could never forget that smile.

"Urchin?"

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