Chapter 1

Silver City

Heaven was an eternal summer day, staying at a perfect temperature with several fluffy clouds passing by on a slight breeze in the sky over the Garden. The Garden itself was located at the center of Heaven nowadays, surrounded by the Silver City. It was an unspoken rule that the angels stayed in these two areas and that the humans stayed in their personal heavens unless told otherwise by either the Big Man or one of the archangels (or if it was part of the angel's job). Even then, only certain angels were stationed specifically in the Garden – His throne room.

Camael was one of these angels. The angel of joy attended to the flowers within the Garden. She wasn't the gardener, but she did keep the flowers happy. However, today was not looking like a good day. She could tell by the way the sky wasn't as bright, the way there were a lot more gray clouds than usual – though they weren't to the point of being storm clouds. Either way, it wasn't a good sign.

The angel of joy wondered briefly what had happened on Earth to cause Father to be saddened. The last time she had personally looked to see the events taking place on Earth was during the human's so-called Renaissance in the late 1400s. But whatever had happened called for some concern, and Camael decided that the flowers would be okay if she left them for only a little while.

With that thought in mind, Camael left the Garden, searching for her eldest sister, Kemuel. She found the angel of authenticity on a balcony near the Pearly Gates, her steady gaze already directed down at Earth. "What's happened, sister?"

"Lucifer was mortally killed and sent back to Hell," Kemuel answered solemnly. Camael's face fell, but before she could say anything, Kemuel added, "Lucifer may yet still live amongst the humans. He made a deal with Father."

"Do you know what the terms are?" the typically joyous angel asked with a hopeful note in her voice.

Kemuel frowned, narrowing her eyes at something down below. "It would seem that Lucifer cares about one of the humans… Enough to do anything Father asks of him, if only for the woman to be protected."

Camael gasped, eyes widening. "And has Dad accepted?"

There was a long tense silence before Kemuel spoke. "Dad must have wanted Lucifer to see something first… but yes, little sister," Kemuel said, turning her gaze and giving the other angel a soft smile. "Lucifer has saved the human woman and her child."

Camael let out an excited squeal, jumping with excitement. "Lucifer's in love with a mortal!" she exclaimed. "I can't wait to tell everyone!"

Kemuel caught the smaller angel before she could take off. "Ah-ah-ah," she tsked, a knowing but playful smile dancing around her lips. "That part stays between you and me for now, Cammie."

Camael huffed but nodded, trusting her older sister to know what was best and flying away before Kemuel could stop her once more. But Kemuel had no intention of stopping the younger angel as she watched her fly off towards the Silver City. No, once Camael had flown out of sight, Kemuel turned her gaze back down to Earth. "Lucifer, I hope you know what you're doing…"

—o~O~o—

Amenadiel had fallen. Kemuel could feel it. She worried for her older brother. He thought himself invincible because he'd grown up with the archangels. And while he was stronger than most angels because he was the first of their kind, he was still only an angel – and even the archangels could be brought low.

Still, Kemuel cared for her brother – arrogant as he may have been – just as she cared for all of her siblings. Just as she always had. It wasn't her 'job' to protect them anymore, but it still happened sometimes.

Netzach may have accidentally broken one of their Father's time pieces, and she would help him fix it. Uriel might get picked on by some of the older boys, and Kemuel would (metaphorically) kick their asses for it and make sure Uriel was alright. Ambriel could be caught off guard and have a panic attack while doing a census of the human souls, and Kemuel would have to calm her down. Kemuel had even snuck down to Earth a few times to get new species of flora for Camael's personal home garden.

Kemuel sighed, still deep in thought. At least she wasn't having to constantly go to Raphael for something to heal injuries anymore. The angels knew to go to the Healer if they needed anything of the sort. Kemuel had made sure that they knew. Raphael was the only one of the archangels that held a suspicion as to what their Mother was doing aside from Gabriel, who had helped Kemuel more than once with taking care of their younger siblings, though he had never truly found out the whole story.

A reminiscent smile crossed her face. The Messenger was almost always busy nowadays, never having any time to stop and say hello anymore. Raphael didn't leave the Healer's Halls if he didn't have to. Michael… Michael was somewhere. And of course, Lucifer had left Hell to have a permanent vacation on Earth.

"Day dreaming about the golden flyboy again?"

Kemuel rolled her eyes. "I don't know what you're talking about, Azrael."

"Oh, come on, Kem," the angel of death said, rolling her own dark colored – almost black – eyes. "Everyone knows you two like each other."

"Someone's been listening to Camael's ramblings too much," Kemuel muttered, shifting her wings so Azrael could lean on the rail beside her.

"Or someone's denying the fact," Azrael countered, taking Kemuel's unspoken offer of companionship within a shared space.

Kemuel scoffed. "Please, as if Gabriel would ever be able to slow down enough to have a relationship with anyone. And that's not even taking into account how awkward it would be."

"I see your point." Azrael shrugged. "But little Cammie completely ships it."

Turning to look at her sister, the older angel blinked and then frowned. "Ship?" she repeated questioningly.

"You know, that new term the teenage humans have come up with for whenever one person couples two others in a romantic relationship…" Azrael explained, making small gestures with her hands. "Or something like that anyway."

"Cammie needs to mind her own business," Kemuel groaned, rubbing a hand down her face.

"You know that'll never happen. With the way she talks to those know-it-all flowers, she's the gossip center of Heaven," the angel of death replied with a chuckle.

"Don't you have soul escorting duties to attend to?" Kemuel grumbled.

"I do, but with no one on the throne or watching Hell's gates, it's a bit chaotic," Azrael said, continuing over Kemuel's Hell's always chaotic. "I'd rather not have to be down there longer than normal because no one came to collect the souls."

Kemuel huffed. "Knowing demons, one of the saner ones will eventually come out on top and bring Hell to order if Lucifer doesn't reclaim the throne."

"And now we know good ol' Satan definitely won't," Azrael exclaimed with a hearty laugh. "There's no way any of us would be able to convince him to go back now."

"Amenadiel might have done it if he hadn't been such an ass about it," Kemuel mused, standing up straight to stretch out her wings. Oh, that felt good. She'd been getting stiff from leaning on the rail like that for too long.

"Do you think you'd have been able to do it?"

Kemuel let out a scoff, crossing her arms. "I'm not that arrogant."

"But you could have," Azrael pressed.

"Just because I could have, doesn't mean I would have," the angel of authenticity told the angel of death with a long side glance.

The two fell into a comfortable silence as Kemuel turned her gaze back down to Earth. It wasn't like she had anything better to do at the moment. Everything seemed normal – as peaceful as Earth could be. But then something caught Kemuel's eye: an accident involving Chloe Decker, Lucifer's human. That wasn't right. Father wouldn't have allowed that to have happened – He wouldn't have left it up to random chance. Not with His deal with Lucifer in place, even if Lucifer wasn't holding up his end very well. Someone had interfered.

"Rae, where's Uriel?"

"I think I saw him pass by my rooms the other day, but I haven't seen him since— why?" Azrael asked with a frown.

Kemuel let out a frustrated mix between a sigh and a growl. "That idiot of a little brother of ours is on Earth, and I know for a fact he doesn't have permission do be down there," she answered, pushing back from the railing and taking off to fly towards the Garden.

—o~O~o—

One of Kemuel's prized gifts from her Father was her ability to see Him. She could find Him anywhere, anytime as long as she put her mind to it, and He was never in His throne room nowadays. No, Kemuel most often found Him watching the personal heavens of souls, especially those of soulmates.

"Kemuel, it's been an age since I last saw you. What is it you need?"

"Father, I request permission to go to Earth," the angel answered, having already kneeled and bowed her head. She tried to remain focused on the ground beneath her and not melt underneath her Father's warm and encompassing presence. It really had been a while.

"Ah, yes… Uriel has gone there already, no?"

Kemuel affirmed His inquiry, even though He had known before she had even entered the personal heaven of a poor shoemaker and his loving wife. "I request Your permission to bring him back before… problems arise."

Kemuel strained to keep her eyes from lifting as she heard Him sigh. "Do try not to get too involved once you get down there, Kemuel. You've done too much for me to lose you on Earth."

Her eyes snapped up to her Father. "You give me permission so readily, Father?"

"It would seem the best laid plans of all beings often go astray. Perhaps adding more pieces to the board will even the odds." Despite His stereotypical cryptic answer, His smile filled her being with a warm feeling indescribable with words alone. "Oh, and would you deliver a message to Lucifer for me? Gabriel's all tied up in another matter."

"Of course, Father. What would You have me tell the Morning Star?" Kemuel asked Him, dutifully awaiting the additional order.

But instead of speaking His message for her to convey first, He tilted His head to the side. "You still care for your brother?"

She blinked, slightly taken aback by His question, knowing that it was not His message. "I—" She cut herself off, thinking about her answer before speaking once more. "Yes. He is, and will always be, my brother."

Kemuel was a lucky angel to see Him smile twice in one meeting. "Good. Tell Lucifer this…"

—o~O~o—

Trixie was having a wonderful day despite the car accident her mom was in earlier. Not only had she gotten free chocolate ice cream, but the nice lady with the weird outfit she'd met at school had also offered to escort Trixie home when it didn't look like either of Trixie's parents would be able to pick her up from school. While Trixie was sure that her mom would be a bit freaked out by a stranger taking her home, her mom had also said that she was a good judge of character, and Trixie liked this new lady.

"What's your name again?" she asked the lady as they walked away from the ice cream shop. The lady didn't seem to mind Trixie holding her hand or the way Trixie was swinging their laced hands back and forth while they walked.

The lady looked down and gave Trixie a kind smile. "The name given to me by my father is Kemuel."

"You have a funny name, and you talk weird, too— Just like Lucifer," Trixie commented.

"Yes, I suppose my brother does have an odd name," the lady – Kemuel – said with a soft chuckle. "I haven't seen him in ages."

"Lucifer's your brother?" she asked excitedly, but then Trixie frowned, the expression scrunching up her features. "Why haven't you seen him?"

Kemuel was silent for another block, but Trixie knew the look on the lady's face. It was a thinking look. Trixie knew she would get an answer – she just had to wait a little bit. "It's been a long while since I've seen Lucifer because my siblings and I were not allowed to visit him when he was in Hell nor are we usually allowed on Earth unless it's required by our... jobs."

Trixie let out a mini-gasp, leaning closer to whisper, "You're in on it? That Lucifer's actually the Devil?"

The girl could tell that smile Kemuel put on this time was more forced. "Yeah, I'm in on it."

"That's so cool." And then Trixie saw the building where she, her mom and Maze were living in. "Come on! We're home," she exclaimed, dragging Kemuel by the hand into the house.

Kemuel tensed, her grip on Trixie's hand tightening slightly, as she took in the living space around them. "You live with a demon..."

"You mean Maze," Trixie corrected her, moving into the kitchen area. "She's cool, too. She's my friend."

"Do you have many friends, Trixie?" Kemuel asked, still looking around the house as she followed Trixie – having relaxed a bit at the child's reassurance.

Trixie shrugged. "I have a few." Her eyes widened. "You can be one of my friends!"

Kemuel looked away from the TV to her. "I've yet to have had a human friend."

"Well, you have me now," Trixie said, nodding her head as if that made it official. Sitting down on a stool, she then planted her elbows on the counter, propping her head up on her fisted hands. "So what are you?"

"That depends on what you mean," Kemuel deflected, peering into one of the many cabinets in the kitchen.

"You said that Lucifer's your brother, and he says that he's the Devil… so what are you?"

Kemuel turned back to the girl, an eyebrow raised at the girl's insightful inquiry. "Some people forget that Lucifer was originally an angel—"

"So you're an angel, then?" Trixie interrupted, a smile suddenly on her face as she jumped up to hug Kemuel, wrapping her arms around the lady's waist. "Awesome!"

"You know, you remind me of one of my younger siblings," Kemuel muttered, returning the embrace. "And you're taking this remarkably well."

"Well," Trixie started, detaching herself from the angel, "despite what Mommy says about Lucifer not really being the Devil, there's a lot of evidence that says he is, but Mommy's just ignoring it."

"Ah," Kemuel huffed with a blink. "I take it you're smarter than most your age."

"Daddy tells me that a lot," the eight-year-old replied, giving the angel a smile that showed all of her teeth.

"Say, would you know how to find the location of a certain church if I gave you the address?"

—o~O~o—

Lucifer rolled off of his back and took a steadying breath. Looking up, he saw Maze get knocked out by Uriel near the piano with the key that would start some chain reaction resulting in Chloe's death. He spotted Azrael's blade only a few feet away from him – the blade having been knocked out of Uriel's hands not moments ago by Maze's work.

It was when he picked up the blade, ready to charge at his brother with it, that Lucifer heard the sound of wings underneath Uriel's talking. Pausing, Lucifer's eyes snapped over to the source of the sound, landing on someone he had never expected to see again.

Her imposing figure stood several feet away from Uriel, arms crossed and very obviously unhappy. The way she stood with the broken window behind her cast a silhouette over her figure, hiding the front of her form in shadow, but Lucifer could see her violet eyes as she let her true form bleed through.

Even so, it was her wings that Lucifer was staring at. He'd forgotten how marvelous her wings were. Though they would never have been as beautiful as his, her wings had always been considered the most beautiful out of all of her generation. White wings that had purple accents trailing up from the wingtips, fading into the lighter shades of lavender and then lilac to blend with the white near the base of her wings where they met the shoulder blades on the back of her body.

"Just what do you think you're doing, Uriel?" her voice rang out, echoing in the abandoned church.

The youngest angel in the room had frozen in place when he heard her land, but now he turned to face his older sister. "I'm protecting Dad," he answered stiffly.

"And that requires killing humans?" she asked, eyes flashing brighter for a moment as she tilted her head to the side. "Guess who got sent to bring you home when Dad found out you weren't where you're supposed to be."

"Sister—" Uriel started, taking a step forward to plead his case.

"Father requests that you come home, Uriel…" He didn't move. "Now."

A shiver ran down Lucifer's spine when her eyes reached peaked in their brightness, her wings expanding in a more aggressive, dominating position. Lucifer felt a smidge of sympathy for Uriel in that moment.

Seeming to wilt under her glare, Uriel had inclined his head, shooting a glace to Lucifer. "What about him?"

She shot her own glance at Lucifer, who dared to meet her gaze. "What I do with our brother doesn't concern you… And Uriel," she called to him before he could leave. She waved her hand, telekinetically taking the blade from Lucifer's grasp and directing it into Uriel's hands. "Make sure you apologize to Azrael for taking her blade without permission when you give that back to her."

Uriel gave her a sharp nod and flew off. Well, Lucifer thought to himself, that's one crisis averted.

"Thank you for not interrupting." Her voice was softer now, less that of a scolding older sibling – not that she was Lucifer's elder.

He took note that she had put her wings away, her hazel brown eyes no longer radiating power. She could have passed for a normal human woman in her early twenties at the most, eighteen in the very least. Even in her angelic wear, no one would have given her a second glance with the thought that she was anything more than an ordinary human. Though in this lighting, the white jacket she was sporting gave her an ethereal glow, illuminating her figure now that her wings weren't casting shadows over her.

"It was the least I could do since you were sending Uriel packing back home," Lucifer replied with a sniff.

Though a shadow still covered half of her face, he saw the smile that she wore on the other half. Her human eyes twinkled with a familiar shine. "I thought you'd insert at least one witty comment."

"Well, you know me," Lucifer said with a dazzling smile, throwing his arms out for a bit of flare. "Always one to put a bit of life into the family reunions."

She looked down to hide her growing smile, her curled, wavy hair bouncing lightly on her shoulders. Her hair, which looked darker than normal in the lesser lighting, moved even more as she shook her head. "It's been a long time, Lucifer," she whispered, though it resounded louder than any of her other words.

"Not since Hell," he affirmed, matching her somber tone. "I should probably thank you for that by the way—"

"No, no— it's fine," she started, cutting him off before he cut her off in return to continue.

"You disobeyed Dad to come see me down there," Lucifer insisted. "I think that's more than enough reason for me to be thanking you. If anything I should owe you a favor…"

She looked up towards the ceiling – towards Heaven – her pale complexion looking almost white in the lighting. "Dad knew about it, so I really don't see why you're thanking me."

"He knew?" She looked back down at him, taking in his shuttered expression, and nodded. "And He knew about this, too?"

"It is why I'm here, Luce."

The snappish retort died on his tongue at the nickname. He frowned at the new look on her face. He stepped forward, pointing a finger at her. "You— Before you came here, you saw Him…"

"I did."

"Well?!" Lucifer shouted, emotional rage getting the better of him. "What did He want?! And it better be a bloody clear message because I am sick and tired of not knowing what the hell He wants!"

If it didn't mean that he wouldn't get his message if he ripped that pitying smile off her face, Lucifer would have done so. He didn't need her sympathies – not anymore. Not after thousands of years without seeing her again.

She wet her lips, taking a steeling breath as she readied herself to deliver His message to His favorite son.

A/N: As random as it seemed, I promise you that Kemuel's moment with Trixie will be (relatively) important later on. I also feel like Trixie would be more willing to accept the whole 'Lucifer is the Devil thing' – after all, she is a child, and children have 'wild' imaginations – which would make her liable and open to believing Kemuel when she said she's an angel. Anyway, introducing characters shall be the theme of these first chapters… as it is the exposition.

Last edited: [1/15/2020]

LuciferFan: Eh, you'll find out as we go along. It's kind of a 'read in between the lines' thing though.

Lami: But cliffhangers are so much fun XD

QuirkCirc: With the way she's written in the show and here, there's no way Trixie would be against the angels and demon stuff. I should think I've done my research; I didn't make (and then have to remake) a whole table/chart of angels I could bring up in this fic for nothing. (And be careful with that auto-correct, lol)