Lucifer spent the next couple of days back in bed. The flashes had finally mostly stopped, not that that made him feel all that much better. Now, all he could think about was Chloe and what she did to him. He didn't want to believe she did it. He wanted to believe that his father had lied and manipulated his friends into believing that, but he knew deep down that that wasn't true, and the more he thought about it, the more his original theory was refuted. He remembered the way Chloe acted when she returned from her vacation. He remembered her recoiling from him when he touched her. She claimed to be over it not long later. He should've known better than to believe that, but he wanted her to accept him. He wanted to believe she had.

Knowing Chloe had done this hurt badly. It hurt even worse than being sent to Hell did. At least with Hell, he'd known he'd done wrong. Well, not at the time, but he realized it later, and while he did not think his punishment was just, he could admit that he deserved one. He hadn't done anything to Chloe. All he'd ever done was try to keep her safe. He could understand her not wanting anything to do with him after what she learned, but how could she try to hurt him?

Lucifer still didn't remember what Chloe did to him. He didn't remember the priest that was supposedly involved either. He did remember his wing being hurt. Had she been responsible for that? No, she couldn't have been. She had tried to help him afterwards. Why had she though? If she'd gone out of her way to hurt him, why did she take him to her own with her child? Why would she do that if she was so afraid. He supposed it might have to do with him being a child. Maybe she just couldn't justify hurting a child.

Lucifer had so many questioning. He needed them answers, but he was also afraid of the answers, and he was afraid of asking the detective herself those questions. He wasn't sure he could hear her admit what she did to him. At the same time, he wasn't sure he could completely believe it all unless he did.

Lucifer soon heard voices coming from the other room. He was tempted to ignore them. There wasn't really anyone out there he wanted to see, but he didn't really see the point of sitting in this room anymore either.

Lucifer got up and got dressed before making his way out to the living room. Amenadiel was sitting there with who Lucifer now knew to be his son. It still baffled him that Amenadiel had a child. He never thought it was possible for one of them to create a child.

Amenadiel noticed his brother and stood up. "Hey, Luci. Are you doing okay?"

"Oh, yes, wonderfully," Lucifer said sarcastically. His brother could ask stupid questions sometimes.

"Sorry. I know you're going through a lot. Can I do anything to help?" Amenadiel asked.

"No, I know exactly what to do, thank you," Lucifer said before walking towards his father's office. He walked inside and headed straight for the mini bar. He grabbed a bottle of Scotch and a glass before walking back out.

"Luci, do you really think that's a good idea?" Amenadiel asked when he saw what was in his brother's hand.

"I've just found out that I turned myself into a child for over a century after the person I trusted more than anyone else betrayed me. I think the least I'm owed is a bottle of Dad's Scotch," Lucifer said before pouring himself a glass and taking a big gulp of his drink.

Amenadiel turned and glanced at his son before turning back to his brother. "Luci, this is Charlie."

"Yes, I remember. Hello," Lucifer said.

"Hi, Sammy," Charlie said without thinking. His father had told him to call his uncle 'Lucifer', but he'd forgotten. He was just so used to calling him by the nickname he'd used since he could remember.

"Charlie," Amenadiel admonished slightly. He knew his son hadn't meant to, but he knew Lucifer wasn't going to respond well to any form of the name Samael. The nickname was going to particularly irritate him.

Surprisingly, Lucifer wasn't angry. If anything, he was just mildly annoyed. He supposed he wasn't angry because he knew Charlie hadn't known him as he was now. He only knew Samael. "The fact that I ever allowed you to call me that is probably one of the most baffling memories I've received. It's up there with Michael not being a dick."

Charlie smiled. It seemed his uncle wasn't upset with him after all. "Well, I was a kid when I started saying it. You couldn't really get mad at a little kid. Then I was bigger than you and you couldn't stop me."

"Indeed. Well, it seems the tables have turned on that issue again," Lucifer said.

"Yeah, I guess. It's kind of strange seeing you like this. I'd only ever known you as the kid you looked like about a week ago. I guess it's probably more strange for you though. I can't imagine waking up to find that you've missed so much time," Charlie said.

"Yes," Lucifer whispered before finishing up his drink. He then poured himself another one. "I assume you're on babysitting duty, Amenadiel. Does Dad want to make sure I won't take off in his absence? Where would I even go?"

"He's not holding you prisoner, Lucifer. He just doesn't think you should be completely alone right now. He wants to make sure you're okay," Amenadiel said.

Lucifer snorted at the very idea that he was anything even close to okay. He swallowed his second drink and poured another.

Amenadiel turned to his son. "Charlie, go see your mother for a while."

Charlie nodded and headed out of the room.

"I'm really sorry, Luci. I know all of this is upsetting." Amenadiel said.

"Everyone I know is dead. Except for Maze. Where is she? Is she still on Earth?" Lucifer asked.

"No. After Linda died, she asked me to take her to Hell. She didn't have much left to stay on Earth for. Well, there was still Trixie at the time, but Trixie understood her need to leave. She urged her to go. Charlie and I go to see her sometimes," Amenadiel said. Charlie was close with Maze. He loved visiting her. Amenadiel didn't like the idea of his son visiting Hell, which was why he always went with him. He refused to allow his son to go to Hell by himself.

Lucifer nodded. "Well, it's good that she's back in Hell. Earth never felt like home for her. I hope she's happy now."

"She is. Father actually made it possible for her to run things. He changed the rules to allow it. It's going well under her command," Amenadiel said.

"Yes, I can see how it would. She was my right hand for a reason. I would trust her above anyone else down there," Lucifer said. He then walked over to the couch and sat down.

"Do you remember everything?" Amenadiel asked.

"Most of it. I don't remember the incident that started everything," Lucifer said.

"Linda says you might never remember it. She says it might be too painful," Amenadiel said.

"So, you also believe what everyone is saying about the detective betraying me," Lucifer said. Most of him also believed it, but he was looking for anything to prove that it wasn't true. It didn't seem he was going to find it though.

"She did, Lucifer, and you know that somewhere. She admitted to me what she did. She had to, given the circumstances. You were the equivalent of a nine-year-old, and she thought it was because of the ritual," Amenadiel told him.

"Why?" Lucifer asked in a desperate tone.

Amenadiel figured out what his brother was asking almost right away. "She said she was scared. She bought into the stories that the priest told her about you. But fear isn't an excuse, Lucifer. She didn't run away from you. She tried to hurt you. It was premeditated. She planned this to the letter with that priest!"

Lucifer shuddered thinking about what she'd done to him. He'd been planning to pursue a relationship with the detective, and she led him to believe she wanted the same. What she really wanted was to erase him from her life permanently. "I remember my wing being hurt. She wasn't responsible for that, right? She tried to help me with it. I remember her dressing it."

"Responsible? I guess that's a matter of opinion. My opinion is that she was responsible. She played a large part in everything that happened that night. But she wasn't the one that physically caused the wound. William Kinley did that. From what I understand, she did stop him from doing worse damage, but given her involvement, I won't thank her for it," Amenadiel said.

Lucifer finished his drink and stood up. "I'm going for a walk. I don't care what Dad says. I want to be alone, so you will leave me be."

Amenadiel didn't like it, but he could understand his brother's need to be alone to try to process everything. "Alright."

Lucifer said nothing else as he walked out the door.