Chloe stood outside her house. She decided to come outside to cut the tension some. Aside from the kids, everyone inside hated her right now. And the only reason Samael didn't hate her was because he didn't know what she'd done to him. She didn't blame Maze or Amenadiel for what they thought of her. She had done something horrible, and as each moment passed, she feared more and more that it couldn't be undone. She thought about the ritual and the little boy that had been left in Lucifer's place. The ritual had been meant to banish Lucifer. That seemed to be what happened, and their didn't seem to be any trace of him left. Amenadiel had even told her just a few minutes ago that he'd searched Hell and there was no trace of him.

The guilt was beginning to consume Chloe. It got worse the more she sat with it. She thought about everything that both Amenadiel and God said to her. They both reminded her of how Lucifer saved her life multiple times. God reminded her that Lucifer was her partner and she should know who he was. He was right. Lucifer had been a part of her life for three years. She should've known what he was and wasn't capable of. It didn't matter what Kinley said or what other people believed. Those were stories. She knew the man personally. But she'd ignored all of that out of fear.

"Mommy?"

Chloe turned to her daughter. "Hey, Monkey."

"Are you okay?" Trixie asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Chloe lied.

"You look sad. Is it because Amenadiel and Maze are being mean or because you miss Lucifer?" Trixie asked. Amenadiel and Maze hadn't said anything since she and Maze got back, but they gave her mean looks, and that made Trixie made. They didn't get to be mean to her mommy.

"What makes you think I miss Lucifer?" Chloe asked.

"Because Samael's here instead of Lucifer. I like Samael, but I miss Lucifer too. It's sad that we can't have both of them," Trixie said.

Chloe frowned. "What are you talking about, baby?"

"It's okay, Mommy. I know Samael and Lucifer are the same person. It was really obvious. Samael used to be Lucifer's name and God and Amenadiel are his family," Trixie said.

Chloe was floored by the perceptiveness of her daughter. She was able to figure out a situation that would blow anyone else's mind, and treated it like it was easy to guess. "How long have you known Lucifer was really the Devil? How did you know?"

"He told us," Trixie said as if it was obvious. It was to her. Her mom should know that Lucifer didn't lie.

"And you weren't afraid?" Chloe asked.

"Why would I be scared? Lucifer doesn't hurt people, except for the bad guys," Trixie said.

Her daughter's words were like a punch to Chloe's stomach. Her daughter was a child, and she'd only seen Lucifer a handful of times, yet she had never lost faith in him. Chloe had been around Lucifer almost every day for years. She knew everything about him. He never hid anything from her. Yet, she forgot all she knew in fear. And what was she afraid of? A face? That wasn't who Lucifer was.

Trixie could tell her mother was getting more and more upset. "Mommy, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make your more sad."

"No, Monkey, I'm not sad because of you. I'm sad because I did something I shouldn't have," Chloe said.

"What did you do?" Trixie asked.

"I was scared of Lucifer when I found out he was telling the truth about who he was. I did something that hurt him a lot," Chloe told her.

"Is that why Maze and Amenadiel are mad at you?" Trixie asked.

"Yeah."

"Well, just say you're sorry. It'll be okay, Mommy," Trixie promised.

"When you're an adult, and you mess up really bad, it's not as easy to just say you're sorry," Chloe tried to explain to her daughter. An apology was not going to resolve this. Even if they got Lucifer back as he was, she was very doubtful he'd ever forgive her. He would be right not to.

Trixie went over and hugged her mother to comfort her.

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Later, Trixie was in her room playing a board game with Samael. She wasn't all that into playing and Samael didn't seem to be having fun either.

"I don't understand the purpose of moving plastic objects around a board," Samael said.

"It's getting boring anyway," Trixie said before cleaning up the game and putting it back in the box.

"I wish I could go flying. I can't believe I just learned how and I'm not allowed to practice," the boy grumbled.

"It must be really cool to be able to fly. I wish I could see it," Trixie said.

Samael smiled. He would love the chance to show off, especially for someone who couldn't fly. His learning to fly wouldn't be such an accomplishment for his older siblings, since they all knew how already. "I'd let you see, but Dad said no, and Amenadiel wouldn't let me either.

Trixie had a mischievous glint in her eyes. "We could go without telling anyone. There are some woods nearby you could practice in. We'd get in really big trouble if we were caught though."

Samael's eyes widened. "My dad would spank me good. I'm not allowed to try flying by myself."

"Well, technically, I'd be with you, so you wouldn't be by yourself. Do you really think your dad would hit you?" Trixie asked. She knew he'd said that before, but she'd always been taught that that was wrong. Her mom and dad didn't hit her and neither did her friends' parents.

"He would've before, but I have wondered if maybe he changed his mind since you said it wasn't right. He didn't smack me for being disrespectful," Samael said. He did say he wanted to test his theory, but his backside would really pay for it if he was wrong.

"Maybe you're right. He could've changed his mind. Besides, he can only punish you if we get caught. We can try to back before anyone notices we're gone," Trixie said.

"I suppose. Alright, I enjoy risks," Samael said.

Trixie smiled and led him to her bedroom window.

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It of course wasn't hard for God to find William Kinley. He could find anyone he wished with one thought. However, getting him alone was another matter. Kinley spent over an hour with another priest, trying to convince him of the evil of God's son, which only served to piss God off even more.

God had decided not to approach Kinley while he was speaking to the other man. That priest was actually innocent, and spent his time preaching faith instead of attacking people. There was no need to frighten an innocent human with his presence.

Soon, enough Father Kinley was alone in his office in the church, or at least he thought he was. He was quite unhappy after a failed attempt at convincing his colleague of Lucifer Morningstar's evil. The other priest had recoiled when he told him that he'd tried to stab the Devil in his child form. "Why can't people understand? I am doing God's work."

"Are you?"

Father Kinley was startled by the voice. He turned to see a man the doorway of his office. It took him by surprise because he never heard anyone coming. Plus, he'd been fairly certain he'd locked the door upon his colleague's exit. He must have been mistaken.

"That seems like something I should be aware of, don't you think?" God asked as he stepped inside.

"Who are you?" Father Kinley asked.

"Oh, you'll learn that soon enough, Father," God said. He spat the last word out like it tasted terribly on his mouth. William Kinley was a disgrace to his title, and he had been long before he targeted Samael. "So, you're doing God's work, are you? He's hired you?"

"Are you a skeptic, sir? You don't believe in God? Yet, you've come here, so you must at least wonder," Father Kinley said.

God smirked. "Oh, I believe in God. In fact, I'd say it's more than belief. But I doubt he's asked the likes of you to do anything."

"God doesn't ask through human means. He guides us to what he wants us to do. We must just pay attention to the signs," Father Kinley said.

"Oh, I see, and you believe he 'guided' you to slice into a child's body?" God asked coldly.

Father Kinley froze. There was no way this man could know that. Even if he'd been standing right outside the door when he discussed it, the room was sound proof. He couldn't have heard that. "How did you know that?"

God took a few steps closer to the priest. "Even if I did need a human to complete my work, do you really think I'd leave the job to the likes of you."

Father Kinley gasped and took a step back. It wasn't. It couldn't be. This man must be playing him. There was no way he was actually God. "I don't know who you are, but impersonating God will see you damned!"

"You know nothing about the damned, William Kinley, but I don't mind informing a bit about it. You've been on the list since your very first year with the church. You murdered a seventeen-year-old boy for vandalizing a church. You said you were doing God's work. You used my name to murder a child. He was a misguided child, yes, but he was a child.

Father Kinley went as white as a sheet. He had never told a single person of that act. This man couldn't have known. But surely that didn't mean he was God. God didn't personally intervene with anything.

"I didn't involve myself, other than to vow you'd never stop foot into my domain. I detest crimes in my name. I don't interfere though, not typically. But you crossed a line. You went after my son, making it much more personal," God said. A white light then emitted from his body.

Father Kinley scrambled backwards, knocking into a wall. "No. I was protecting the world. He's the Devil. He's a monster.

God waved and the man was brought to him. God put a hand on his throat. "Call my son one more name. I dare you!"

Wisely, Father Kinley remained silent, not that he could say much when the air was being taken from him by the hand of God.

"What did you do to my son?" God demanded in a low voice. He loosened his grip slightly to allow the pathetic excuse for a priest to speak.

"I had to! There is a prophecy…"

"I am aware of all prophecies. Prophecies are subjective. Stop wasting my time. What did you do to my son?!" God asked again in a louder tone.

"An exorcism. The instructions are in my pocket. It wasn't supposed to happen the way it did," Father Kinley said quickly.

God reached into his jacket pocket and took out a slip of paper. "Normally, judgment comes once a human has died, and they mostly judge themselves. But I have no patience for that, nor will I allow a threat to my child to remain active. You will never hurt my son again."

Before Father Kinley could even speak, God gestured with the hand not occupied by Kinley's throat, and all the air was sucked from the priest before all life left him.

God let the body fall to the ground and waited. Mere seconds later, his daughter, Azrael appeared looking shocked.

"Dad?" Azrael asked in disbelief. She knew her father had killed this man. There was no human cause for him to have died. But her father never killed humans. They were left to their own devices. This guy had to have done something awful.

"Take him straight to Hell, Azrael. I don't care about his lack of guilt. I want him in a cell," God said firmly.

"Yes, Dad," Azrael said before collecting his soul disappearing.

God examined the piece of paper with Kinley's exorcism. He was very unhappy with the results. This was a common exorcism. It wouldn't have banished his son. It wasn't even likely it would've exorcized a demon. It would've likely hurt a demon, and anyone it was used on, as there were some properties that made it affect the supernatural, but it wouldn't banish anyone. That meant that this ritual had not rendered Samael as he was, and that mean God still didn't know what did.