Amenadiel was becoming nervous. His father had been gone for hours. It was getting late. It shouldn't have taken his father this long to deal with the priest. He wasn't really worried about his father. His father could handle a human. He could handle anything. He was God. That bastard didn't stand a chance. His father was going to literally send him to Hell. His father didn't usually kill humans, nor had he even intervened regarding humans often, but this was an exception, given that the priest had done significant damage to Lucifer. Their father wasn't going to let that stand. Hell, even Chloe's fate was in question right now.
It was Lucifer that Amenadiel was concerned with. His father had not yet returned. Since finding and stopping the priest couldn't possibly be the issue, it had to be restoring Lucifer to the way he was. What if there was no way to do that? What if even their father couldn't bring Lucifer back?
Amenadiel didn't even want to think of that because if they couldn't bring Lucifer back, it would be like he was essentially dead. Yes, Samael was technically Lucifer, but they were different, and unless his father repeated everything that led Samael to his rebellion, which Amenadiel seriously doubted he'd do, his brother would never be the way that he was. Yes, in certain ways, that might be a good thing, but it still meant that a part of his brother was lost.
Chloe soon walked into the living room from down the hall by the bedrooms. "Amenadiel, have you seen your brother?"
"I assume you mean the part you didn't banish," Amenadiel said irritably.
Chloe ignored the comment. She had other concerns right now. Plus, she deserved it. "Trixie and Samael are not in her room."
"Did you ask Maze?" Amenadiel asked.
"Yeah, I just knocked on her door. She hasn't seen them," Chloe said.
"Samael! Come here!" Amenadiel called out his younger brother.
There was no answer, but Maze came out a second later. "You guys lost them."
"I'm gonna look out back," Chloe said, becoming more worried.
"They didn't pass me," Amenadiel said.
"It didn't' occur to either of you to keep a closer eye on the boy that becomes the leader of Hell?" Maze asked with a roll of her eyes.
"I didn't see you paying better attention," Amenadiel said annoyed.
"Not my job," she retorted.
"Okay, I'm going to check outside just in case," Chloe said before heading out of the house.
"Maybe he went back to hell… I mean Heaven," Maze said.
"He just learned to fly. He can't get that far. Besides, Trixie is with him. But that doesn't mean he didn't go flying," Amenadiel realized. Samael had been excited when he showed him how to fly. He wanted to go out again, and he certainly wouldn't mind having Trixie with him to show off.
Chloe came back in seconds later. "They're not out there. Oh, God, Kinley. Maybe he…"
"No, my father will have gotten to him by now. I think Samael may have just decided to practice his flying skills and Trixie decided to go with him," Amenadiel said.
"Great. It'll go over well when people all over LA see a tiny human looking boy flying," Maze said sarcastically. She doubted mini Lucifer would be able to be discreet when he flew. He was barely discreet as an adult, but at least he didn't let anyone see his wings. Kid Lucifer, however, didn't know that most humans didn't know angels actually existed.
"You don't think he would fly with Trixie, do you?" Chloe asked Amenadiel as her fear creeped up even further. The idea of her daughter in the air with a little angel who just learned to fly hours earlier scared the Hell out of her, and she had no doubt that Trixie would do it if Samael offered. Her kid was very daring.
"I don't think so, but I can't be certain," Amenadiel said.
Just then, God returned and looked around the room. "Amenadiel, where's your brother?"
Amenadiel cringed. He was not looking forward to telling his father that he'd lost Samael. His father had entrusted him with the boy. "I…I'm not sure. He and Trixie are missing. I think Samael decided to show off his new flying ability. I'm sorry, Father. I should've been watching him better."
"Don't be ridiculous, Amenadiel. Your brother is not so young that he should need to be watched every second. He should know how to behave even when someone else isn't in the room," God said.
"We should go look for them," Chloe said.
"No need for that," God said before waving his hand. The two children appeared in front of him. Samael had his wings spread out.
Trixie was a bit startled when she went from the woods to her loving room in seconds. Then she looked around at the unhappy looks at all the adults and gulped. "Hi, Mommy.
"Trixie, what in the world were you thinking?!" Chloe asked in harsh tone.
Samael looked down at his feet, not daring to look at his father. He was in deep trouble. He knew that. He really hoped now that his father had changed his mind about the way he punished because if he didn't, Samael was in for it.
"Wings away," God ordered.
Samael immediately complied.
"You want to tell me where you were and what you were doing there?" God asked.
Samael shook his head no.
"No? Too bad for you it wasn't a real question. Tell me what you were doing now, young man!" God ordered in a hard tone.
"It was my idea," Trixie blurted out.
"Trixie!" Chloe admonished before going over pulling her daughter.
Trixie ignored her mother. "We were both bored. Samael said he wanted to go flying. I convinced him to sneak out so he could show me. I thought we could be back before we got caught, but we lost track of time."
"Trixie, you know better than to sneak out of this house. You certainly know not to go into the woods by yourself," Chloe lectured.
"Samael also knew better than this. I do appreciate you taking responsibility, child, but my son knows he's responsible for his own actions," God said to Trixie before bending down to his son's level and taking ahold of his chin. "What did I say to you before you left."
"No flying and listen to Amenadiel," Samael said quietly.
"That's right. You disobeyed me on both fronts, didn't you?" God asked.
"Yes, Dad. I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry too, Mommy," Trixie said.
"I'm sure you are, but this isn't going away without punishment. You're gonna be spending a lot of time in your room for a couple of weeks. No desert, no TV, and no going anywhere except for school or your dad's. Do you understand?" Chloe asked.
"Yes, Mommy," Trixie said sadly.
"Might I borrow a room so that I may have a much needed conversation with my son?" God asked.
Samael whined. He knew what that meant. "No, Dad! That's not fair!"
"We will discuss this in private, son," God said in a tone that booked no room for argument.
"My room is available. First door on the right," Chloe said. She was hesitant because she was pretty sure she knew what was about to happen. Samael told her that his father preferred physical punishments, which she didn't really believe in. But it wasn't her child. She had no say in how another parent disciplined his child, especially when that parent was God.
"Thank you," God said before standing up. "Let's go, son."
"No, please, Dad!" The boy pleaded.
"Samael, this is going to happen. Would you prefer to do it in private or in front of everyone here?" God asked before extending his hand expectantly.
Samael reluctantly and miserably took his father's hand and was led down the hall into a room.
God walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed. "I don't like this anymore than you do, son, but you knew the consequences of your behavior."
"But it's not fair. Trixie isn't going to get smacked," Samael whined.
"Trixie isn't my child. I don't decide her punishment. You are my child," God said firmly.
Samael frowned in confusion. "But you made her."
"I made her species, yes, but it isn't the same as how I made you. You are my child. The human race is my creation, but they govern themselves. I will explain this to you in more detail another day, but for now, understand that Trixie answers to her mother and you do to me. Come here please."
"But it's not fair," Samael whined again. He really wasn't. They'd both done the same thing, but he was being punished more.
"Perhaps not, but it's time for you to start learning that the world isn't always fair. You knew exactly how you'd be punished when you disobeyed me, isn't that right?" God asked.
"Sort of. I thought maybe you changed your mind because Trixie said hitting kids is wrong," Samael said.
"That is the belief here because in the past, people have taken discipline too far. I don't influence how people feel on matters such as this here, but it doesn't apply to our family. Now, I'm sorry you thought the rules had changed, but I'm afraid they haven't, nor should you assume so again unless I tell you. Now, come here please. Let us get this done."
Samael let out a whine as she slowly walked over to his father.
God gently took him by the wrist. "You understand why I'm going to punish you, right?"
"Yes. Because I went flying after you told me no," Samael said miserably.
"Yes, and because you ran off without telling anyone. This place is not like the Silver City. It is more dangerous here. You don't know anyone here and they don't know who or what you are. You might have been hurt," God lectured.
"I don't understand," Samael said.
"I know you don't. We will discuss it more later. For now, we will deal with your behavior," God said before pulling him across his knee.
Samael groaned and buried his head into the soft bed.
God raised his hand and let it connect with his son's butt, causing the boy yelp.
"I'm sorry, Dad," Samael cried.
God forced himself to ignore his son's cries and kept spanking him. "I don't do this out of anger. I need you to understand that your actions have consequences," he said as he continued the punishment.
Samael cried as he his father kept smacking him. He began to wonder just what he was thinking when he decided to disobey his father. He'd disobeyed before, but this was probably one of the worst times.
"You just barely learned how to fly. What if you'd fallen?" God asked.
Samael began to feel really bad as he heard the fear in his father's voice. He messed up good this time. "Sorry."
God gave him a couple more and then stopped. He rubbed his son's back as he cried. "Okay, son, it's all over."
"I'm sorry, Daddy," Samael cried.
"I know, child. It's forgiven now. I love you," God said softly.
"I love you too," he cried.
"I'm going to put you in some more comfortable clothes, son," God said before waving his hand. The boy's pants and dress shirt morphed into a pair of plaid pajama pants and a light blue t-shirt. God then pulled him to his feet and hugged him.
"I won't do it again, Dad. Sorry for worrying you," Samael said as he buried his head in his father's shoulder.
God rubbed his back. "It's all finished now, though you do owe your brother an apology. He was upset when he couldn't find you."
"Yes, Dad," Samael said before pulling out of his father's arms and rubbing his eyes. He also rubbed his backside a bit. The stinging was subsiding just a bit, but it still hurt. "When are we going home?"
"I'm not sure yet. Let's go see your brother, so you can deliver your apology," God said before standing up and taking his son's hand.
"Okay. Dad? Will I ever do something bad enough that you'll sent me away?" Samael asked.
God froze and turned to the child. "What made you think to ask me that?"
"I don't know. I just thought of it," Samael said.
"So you didn't remember something that maybe you forgot before?" God asked. It was a very specific question, and at this stage in his life, Samael had no reason to ask it. It made him think that his son was still all there, at least somewhere.
"No, I don't think so. What would I remember?" Samael asked confused.
"It doesn't matter. No, son, I will not be sending you anywhere because of something you do wrong. I may have to send you off for a short time with one of your siblings or something, but I will not abandon you," God said firmly. Sending his son away was the worst mistake he ever made, and clearly, it still affected the boy. It would not happen again.
Samael nodded that he understood, and the two of them walked out of the room.