Samael was bored. His father was working, so there was no one to entertain him. He was currently trying to figure out one of the things his father had bought for him, but it was confusing to him. It came in a box with a picture on it and said it was some sort of puzzle, but all that was inside were a bunch of misshaped, objects. He reckoned it had to be broken.

Samael supposed he couldn't complain too much. His actually spent quite a bit of time with him, much more than in the past. He sat down to every meal with him, he played with him for a couple of hours before bed, and he tucked him in every night. It was great. He was just still bored sometimes in between that.

Samael soon heard a door open in close. He looked up to see a woman enter with dark hair enter and smile at him.

"Hey, Samael. Wow," the young woman said as she stared at him in awe.

"Who are you?" Samael asked. He knew she had to be his sister, but he couldn't figure out which one.

"I'm your sister, Azrael," she said as she stared at him. It was so weird for him to see her brother this way. She didn't have real experience with him when he was this young. She'd been the equivalent of a toddler at the time, barely two centuries. She didn't really remember him at this age.

Samael gasped a little. Azrael was his youngest sibling. She was seven centuries younger than him. Now, she was so much bigger than him. It wasn't right. He was her older brother. It wasn't right that now he was smaller. It was strange with his older siblings as well, but at least they had already been older than him.

Azrael saw her brother become visibly upset. It broke her heart. Her big brother had always had this way of tearing your heart apart with just one devastated look. "Hey, it's okay. I know this is hard to deal with."

"It's not fair. You're not supposed to be bigger than me. Everything's weird. Dad said I grew up, but then got small again. It's really weird," Samael said.

Azrael nodded sadly. "I know. It's strange for me too. I'm used to you being bigger than me too. You know, you were my favorite older brother."

"Really?" Samael asked.

"Yeah, I loved spending time with you. You always made time to hang out with me, even though I was much younger than you," Azrael told him. She'd missed her brother a lot when he was gone. She still missed him because as he was now, a part of him was gone. She hoped he came back, but at the same time didn't. She wanted Lucifer back, but she also wondered if he wasn't better off this way. He wasn't in pain now. He was just a happy kid.

Samael smiled marveling in the knowledge that he'd been Azrael's favorite. He'd never been a younger sibling's favorite before. That title usually went to Amenadiel or one of the others. Samael's own favorites had been Amenadiel and Gabriel. He looked up to Amenadiel, but he was actually able to play more with Gabriel.

"I've got something for you," Azrael said as she pulled a wrapped package from her robe and handed it to her brother.

Samael stared at the object. It was a square object with some sort of colored, flimsy paper. "I don't understand. What is it?"

"Oh, you have to take the paper off first. You can just rip it off by the flap in the corner," Azrael said as she pointed to where she was talking about.

Samael followed her instructions and began ripping the paper off. Once he was done, he was looking at a box with an image of a child playing with some sort of device he'd never seen. "I still don't understand."

"It's a video game. Come on. I've never used one before, but I've been told some stuff. Maybe I can help you figure it out," Azrael said before leading her brother to the couch. They sat down and Azrael opened the box and began fiddling with the game she'd gotten her brother. It took her a little bit, but she managed to make it work. It helped that Ella, who picked it up for her after she told her she wanted to get something for a little boy who'd been through a lot, helped explain it to her.

"That's neat," Samael said. He watched as his sister played some sort of game that involved a person hitting a ball on the screen.

"Here, you can give it a try now," Azrael said before handing the game over to her brother, who immediately became engrossed in the device.

Just then, God came into view. "Oh, hello, my daughter. It's good to see you."

"Hey, Dad," Azrael said with a smile. She stood up and the two of them hugged for a minute before she sat back down.

"I see your sister has given you a gift, Samael. Have you thanked her?" God asked his son.

"Thank you, Rae-Rae. Oh, do you like that nickname?" Samael asked. His mother had been the one to give her the nickname after she was born, and they all called her that, but he didn't want to if she didn't like it.

"Of course. It's awesome," Azrael said.

"I assume you got your hands on this device with the help of a human friend. How is Miss Lopez?" God asked his daughter.

Azrael cringed and looked at her father like a deer caught in the headlights. She wasn't supposed to be around humans that weren't already dead. "Right. Um, I know I'm supposed to…"

"Relax, my dear. I'm not upset. How can I be when you're hardly the only one to make human friends? Although, in the future, you might want to remember that trying to pull one over on me is rarely successful," God said in an amused tone.

Azrael blushed a little.

Samael turned away from his game to look at his father. "Dad, can we go out?"

"Not today, son. I have to get back to work right now. After dinner though, you and I can play a game or something," God promised. He made sure to put time aside to spend time with his son. He was not going to waste time when he'd been given a second chance. He still had to work, but he was going to make sure his son knew that he was there for him too.

"Can I go by myself?" Samael asked.

"Absolutely not. I won't have you roaming the City alone," God said firmly. In the past, he'd have allowed it because it wasn't as if there was a risk of him getting hurt, as he knew everyone, but things were different now. First, God was worried his son would get lost. The place was much bigger than Samael remembered, with human souls around as well. They likely wouldn't bother him, but it was still something very knew for the boy. Second, God didn't want to chance the reception the boy would get from many of his siblings without him there. God believed his children would come around, but it wouldn't happen in one night.

"Why not?" Samael asked. He didn't understand. He'd always been allowed to venture through the Silver City as he pleased before. Why wouldn't he be allowed now.

"Because many things have changed since you last remember. I don't want you to get lost. I'll tell you what. Tomorrow, I will take you out for a walk. Alright?" God asked. He had been stalling thus far, trying to protect his son from the reactions of his other children. He knew he couldn't do that any longer. Samael was going to have to leave sometime. Plus, he was obviously feeling cooped up.

"Okay," Samael relented.

"I know you're pretty bored during the day. You don't have to worry about that for much longer. You're going to resume your lessons soon, with some new ones added," God said. Samael needed to continue his education. There was much about the world he didn't understand. It was time to begin teaching him.

Samael's face fell at the idea. "That's okay, Dad. I'm not that bored."

Azrael laughed. She had never been much of a fan of school either.

God smiled. "Nice try, son. You need to continue your education. It won't be so bad. Learning can be fun."

"Who's teaching me? Is it gonna be Michael?" Samael asked.

"Him and likely Raphael," God said. They were the most logical. Both were very good with education, and they'd both responded will to Samael's return.

"But Michael's a bad teacher. He gets mean," Samael complained.

"Hey, I know Michael hasn't been the nicest to you in the past, but he's been very kind lately, hasn't he?" God asked.

Samael nodded. Michael had come over to see him a few times and he'd been very nice. He even played with him. Samael was just worried it wouldn't last. Maybe he was only being nice because their father was there.

"So, I think you should give him another chance," God said.

"Okay," Samael said. He decided he could try. Maybe Michael would be nicer now, even when his dad wasn't there. Samael was still going to be careful in case it was a trick. "When do I start?"

"I'm not sure yet, but probably in a few days," God said before turning back to his daughter. "I trust someone's covering your post."

"Yeah, Remiel," Azrael said.

"Now, is that wise?" God asked. He loved his older daughter very much, but he aware of her flaws. She was not a people person. She did not do will with gentleness, which those who had passed could really use.

"Probably not, but she was the only one who could do it, and I wanted to spend time with Samael," Azrael said.

"Very well. I can of course understand that. I'm of course happy to have you any time. I have to get back to work, but I want you to come say goodbye before you leave," God said.

"I will, Dad," Azrael promised.

God headed back to his office and left brother and sister to get to know each other.