Lucifer was exasperated at the utter ridiculousness of this day, overall. First, Dan's on Earth, and now this emo angel is pointing her wings of destruction at his throat.

"Look me in the eyes and tell me I'm not your daughter!" She demands, and he couldn't help but scoff at how bold she is.

"Will this little paternity test get you to holster these wings of death?"

The angel then furls her wings away.

"Thank you," He says and grabs his pocket square to wipe off the blood from his neck. "Now, can I get you a drink? Or Xanax, maybe?"

The angel threatens to bring out her wings again, and Lucifer backpedals because he doesn't really want to get into a fight. Especially not with another angel.

"Fine, fine. This is absurd," The devil comments and levels his eyes to hers and stares at them. There's a sense of familiarity like he knew her from somewhere but couldn't quite put his finger on it.

Lucifer frowns, "You seem oddly familiar and yet foreign."

"That's because I'm from the future."

"Time travel, really? And who might your mother be?" He turns his back and heads towards his bar to grab a glass and pours whiskey for himself.

"Who else?"

"Chloe?"

"Unless you cheated on her."

"I would never! Ughh, fine. Say I believe you; what are you doing here?"

"I want to know why you bailed on me." Lucifer raises his brows, a little irritated at what the angel with red wings is getting at. He knows all too well what it was like to be abandoned, so no, he's not going to do the same thing, thank you very much.

"I would never. It's either I died or got taken by a force too powerful for me to stop, or you or your mother asked me to. I would do anything for her. But Chloe would never ask me to leave, so it must be you."

"Why would I ever ask to be abandoned?"

"Why indeed? But think about it. Why else would you be taken at this specific point in time?" He inquires and then sits on the couch, crossing his legs in the process. "Uhh, but may we discuss this tomorrow? I'm exhausted and famished. Do you want anything?"

"I want answers,"

"Of course you do. But I honestly don't know what to tell you. For the record, if there's any choice to be had, I would never choose to go."

"You're lying,"

"I never lie. Point of pride for me. Anyhow, you are welcome to stay here or at Maze's old pad just a floor down. Oh, and your name?"

"Rory."

Chloe, with coffee in one hand and a notepad on the other — hair haphazardly put up in a bun — barges in the penthouse and finds Rory at the bar.

The angel rushes over to the former Detective and envelopes her into a tight embrace.

"Mom!"

Chloe is perplexed but she stays in place until the kid releases her.

"Mom?"

Just then, the elevator doors open to an overly enthusiastic Lucifer, who says, "Hello, Chloe. I see you've met our daughter,"

"What?"

"Oh, Rory. She's from the future. Time travelled because she wanted to kill me,"

"What?!"

"Oh no, I don't think she wants to kill me now, or any more, at least that's what I'm assuming. But do catch up."

"Uhh, hold on a minute. So, we have a child together?"

"Yes. Isn't that great?"

"I… guess? Sorry, uhh, I'm just all over the place since last night so,"

"It's okay, Mom. Why don't you have a seat?"

"It's Rory, you said?"

"Yes. Short for Au-"

"Aurora. That's the name I would give if I had another daughter. I never told anyone that. So she really is our child?"

"Apparently so. Well, why don't we discuss in detail how to resolve your issue so that we can avoid that future you speak of?"