The next twenty-four hours or so passed in a haze of pain and memory flashes for Lucifer. Finally, they started to slow down. He was still in a lot of pain, but the flashes had finally stopped being a bunch of quick images that didn't stay around long enough for him to focus on. They began to slow so that he had a clear picture of them.

Lucifer didn't really feel much better though. His head still heart, though it wasn't quite as intense, and now he was confused. The memories he was having couldn't be real. He remembered being young, but it wasn't from centuries ago when he was actually a child. He was remembering being that way on Earth, with an adult Amenadiel and his human friends, such as Linda, Maze, Chloe, and even her spawn. No, it wasn't real. His father had done something to him. There was no other explanation.

Lucifer soon heard someone come in. He heard Amenadiel's voice shortly after.

"How you doing Luci?"

"How do you bloody think?" Lucifer asked irritably. It was a stupid question. He was stuck in the Silver City and his father had done something to his memory. How did his brother think he was?"

"I brought you something to eat," Amenadiel said as he held up the bowl of soup in his hands. He hoped his brother would eat it. Lucifer had refused any attempts to get him to eat in the last day.

"I don't want to eat. I want to leave," Lucifer said. He knew better than to try to leave himself after the last try. He hadn't exactly made it far. He considered trying to fly, but he doubted it would work. He could barely concentrate enough to walk with the pain and fake memories still working their way into his head. Flying seemed impossible. That was assuming his father hadn't inhibited his ability to take flight, which he probably had. "Did you help him bring me here?"

"Luci, you're still really confused, okay? You need to rest," Amenadiel said.

"That's a yes, then. Back to being his obedient soldier. Do you know what he did to me?" Lucifer asked.

"Father didn't do anything to you, Lucifer," Amenadiel said before placing the bowl of soup on the table next to his brother.

"The bloody hell he didn't!" Lucifer yelled, causing him to clutch his head when the pain intensified. He made a mental note to keep his tone low for a while. Displaying his anger wasn't worth the added pain. "Memories that are not real keep popping up into my head. He's messed with my mind. Of course, he picks the perfect time to screw with me. He waits until I'm happy. The detective accepted who I am. We were having a date."

"Lucifer, what's the last thing you remember?" Amenadiel asked.

"You mean before Dad's fabricated memories that have started to invade my mind? I was getting ready for dinner at the penthouse with the detective. We'd finally wrapped up our case," Lucifer said. He couldn't believe it had been screwed up again. He wondered if the detective thought he'd abandoned her again. If so, he would explain to her what happened when he got out of this. She'd believe him. She knew the truth now.

Amenadiel was concerned that that was all his brother remembered. He should remember more. He should remember at least up until Chloe spiked his drink, and that she had betrayed him. He had to. That was why he became Samael in the first place. Then again, Amenadiel knew that sometimes humans chose to forget things they didn't want to remember. Could that be why Lucifer couldn't remember? It might be that or it might be because his mind was still on overdrive with all the memories his mind was trying to process.

"How long have I been here? I'd venture at least a few days. It hasn't been longer than that, has it?" Lucifer asked hopefully. Of course, a few days in the Silver City meant weeks on Earth, so the detective was probably worried either way, if she didn't just think he left.

Amenadiel cringed. Lucifer wasn't going to take it well when he realized he'd lost a century of time, and that everyone he knew from Earth was now dead. Yes, he could see most of them in the Silver City, but he still lost a lot of time. Then again, that was nothing compared to the pain he'd suffer when he finally realized that Chloe had betrayed him. "Lucifer everything's going to be okay."

"Yes, I'm sure," Lucifer said sarcastically. Then the flashes started up again. They came and went at times. He was having a flash of himself with cut wing. He remembered telling his father about after the man healed him, all the while being in Chloe's home. "Bloody hell! What is the bastard trying to accomplish, and does he really think it'll work? They are obviously fake."

"Luci, Father's not doing this to you. What you are remembering, happened," Amenadiel said.

"Oh, really? I'd love to hear you explain how I could have a real memory of being a child when I'm with the Detective. She didn't even exist when I was a child. No human did," Lucifer said. His brother had to think he was an idiot to believe this. Obviously, Amenadiel was helping his father, which both hurt Lucifer and pissed him off. He thought Amenadiel had actually been on his side.

Just then, God walked into the room. "Is everything alright, boys?"

Lucifer glared at his father. "Make it stop! Whatever you're trying to do isn't working!"

"Believe me, son, if I could stop what is happening to you, I would. Your mind is trying to process your memories," God said.

"They're not my memories. You know, you'd think you'd make it just the slightest bit believable if you wanted to try to change my memories," Lucifer said. Honestly, he'd expect his father to be better at trying to trick him.

"Rest, Lucifer, and eat something. Once your memories have caught up, we'll talk. I'll answer any questions you have," God promised.

"You mean you'll lie to me," Lucifer said.

"I have never lied to you, son. You know that at least," God said before leaving the room. He motioned for Amenadiel to join him.

Lucifer watched his father and brother leave, and he slowly got up to eavesdrop on whatever they might be saying. He listened at the door.

"He doesn't remember what happened with Kinley and Chloe Decker," Amenadiel was saying.

Lucifer frowned a bit. He didn't know who Kinley was and didn't really care, but he did wonder what Amenadiel meant about the detective.

"I'm not all that surprised he's chosen not to remember that thus far. That memory was the catalyst in what has happened to him. It's painful for him," God said.

Lucifer was really confused. He didn't understand what his father was talking about. What had happened to him, other than his father forcing false memories into his head? He couldn't remember anything bad happening.

"How are we gonna tell him that…?" Amenadiel started to ask.

"Hold on Amenadiel. Lucifer, please stop eavesdropping and get back in bed. You will get an explanation soon enough," God said before he and Amenadiel started walking further away.

"Bastard," Lucifer whispered before staggering back to his bed. As he approached it, he found a toy car peeking out from underneath it. He picked it up and studied it. Why would he have a child's toy under his bed? He looked around and saw that most of the room was fit for a child. It was colorful and there were toys around it, as well as children's books on the shelves. He hadn't noticed before. His head had hurt too much. If he didn't know any better, he'd say this room belonged to a child. What was going on? The memories he was having of him as a child were fake, weren't they? They had to be.

Lucifer couldn't think on it for long. His headache started to act up again. He laid back down and closed his eyes. He was asleep within minutes.