Everything had to be perfect.

From this moment on, there were no more loose strings or major possibilities. If there wasn't a proficient chance of success, it would not be done. After all, one must learn from their mistakes or admit insanity…

For three days, Lucifer watched over Sam as the Hunter lived in his Archangel-crafted Heaven, but a handful of years seemed to have passed in Sam's world. He seemed to enjoy his job at his lawyer-owned firm because it only pulled him away from home for meetings or trials, which were short due to Sam's pristine track record of winning; Lucifer didn't have to do much in that aspect other than let the Hunter run free. Sam began the weekends by walking with Bones the Golden Retriever and Aziza to Dean's home. They would watch some sort of fake fighting program with their 'Pizza Party' dinner and seemed to derive more enjoyment from yelling at the costumed sportsmen than anything. Gabriel would then show up sometime after lunch on Sunday to 'kidnap' Aziza and that would lure Sam and Dean to his house. Castiel was staying with Gabriel and would always distract Dean from arguing with his brother with cooking or asking for fishing lessons. There seemed to be a heavy emphasis on celebrating Christmas because the gift-giving ceremony always made someone cry tears of joy and there was never a shortage of food with Aziza and Castiel working together in the kitchen.

Sam wasn't scratching at the walls anymore and hasn't tried to since they struck a deal, nor has he attempted to contact Lucifer. It was unwise to leave a hungry mouse alone in a lush garden, so Lucifer had to ensure the Hunter's complicity was set in stone, but Sam seemed too distracted by Aziza to notice much of anything. It made him think about what Sam said earlier that night about how being away from her was making him feel and Lucifer couldn't help but scoff as he compared a few weeks to the eons of agony he had to suffer locked away in the Cage while still having to feel her die again and again and again. Sam's memories indicate that he's only witnessed Aziza die once, though he knew she's passed about a handful of times since his rising.

After that thought, Lucifer had to remove himself and refused to visit Sam's world again until a month had passed or Sam began scratching again because he knew he would want to begin to turn Sam's Heaven into a living Hell. It would be so simple to start, but so difficult to stop and he knew that because he knew there were quite a few reasons why Sammy-boy deserved a good spanking, but he had to refrain. They made a deal and until he had a reason to, Lucifer would stay true to his word.

Besides, there were more important things for him to tend to.

The first thing he did, after watching his house-fire burn to the ground, was make a grand appearance in Hell. As he strutted through the Inferno wearing his true Vessel like a model showing off designer clothes, he was easily ordering his Demons around and some of them would even smile when he commanded them to do something. They had to be excited about the upcoming battle between the two Archangels and what would happen after. They wanted to make Hell on Earth, submerge Heaven in hellfire and prove their undying loyalty.

Lucifer checked on the status of the Horsemen and was pleased to find that Death was still his to control. The other three Horsemen were released and spreading their own variants of chaos around the States. Surely, they would keep Dean Winchester and Castiel preoccupied for some time, so that was another nuisance he didn't have to worry about.

With his plans advancing, nothing new from Heaven, Sam being diverted in his happily ever after, Dean and Castiel off his back, Lucifer is excited to return home to Aziza and present himself wearing his True Vessel's skin. He would reveal his wings to her too, as damaged and dark as they were. He didn't want to hide them from her anymore and he wanted to watch her sleep wrapped in his wings as he used to almost every night. He was always finding something he'd think she'd adore as a gift, but creating something for her, like their tree, was something he didn't do often, always spontaneous. So, this time, instead of more spellbooks or some sort of mythical companion, he wanted to paint a portrait of her asleep within his feathers like a saint nestled in a cloud and present it to her as tribute from her biggest admirer.

As he suspected, Aziza was enchanted by their revived tree and she wanted to stay in their home in Greece. He couldn't deny his beloved Soulmate anything, so he allowed her to stay there with Ramsey and whenever they were together, they'd usually tend to their garden. They bonded over planting flowers to replace the wilted ones or decorating the fountain and Lucifer discovered that in addition to the flowers he knew she favored, Aziza liked Snowball Bushes as well. They restored their garden to its previous grandeur and were elated to have another piece of their past rejuvenated and flourishing.

When Lucifer arrived in their garden, he was expecting to find Aziza sitting on the fountain with Ramsey at her side and a spell-book on her lap with some creature she conjured or sitting under their tree as he's observed before. This time, his sweetheart wasn't lounging at the fountain or under their tree, so Lucifer headed inside and was immediately greeted by his loyal Hellhound. He asked her where his Queen was hiding and she led him inside the house to their bedroom, stopping before the door leading to their en suite. He listened, but didn't hear running water or his mate singing and wondered what she was doing.

He knocked and waited to be granted permission to enter, but Aziza didn't answer him, so he pushed the door open, but stopped himself from taking a step when he saw what was on the other side: a colorful coral reef deep in an ocean, flourishing with sea-life. For a moment, he prepared himself to be drenched in water, but a wave didn't come crashing down on him.

Ramsey barked and got her master's attention before she ran towards the water and jumped in, a swarm of bubbles veiling her when she hit the water. When they cleared, Ramsey had been transformed into a red dolphin and began swimming among the clusters of tropical fish. As she swam by, Lucifer spotted a figure of purple and watched with a growing smile as Aziza came into his view, having transformed herself into a mermaid with a glittery, lavender tail. Her blonde hair was freely swishing above her and she swam over to Ramsey, laughing as the disguised Hellhound went to curiously follow after a jellyfish.

Aziza spotted Lucifer watching and smiled, swimming to the door. She managed to fashion a few coral reef branches into a top and was wearing seashells as bracelets. She held her hand out to him and he reached into the water to take it, being pulled in. He wasn't transformed into a merman, but he was able to breathe underwater and he watched as Aziza glided around him, smiling so sweetly. She took his hand again and began swimming up towards the surface. A wave pulled them up and out of the water and splashed onto the beach of their island, gently setting the couple down.

"You got a new body!" Aziza gleefully noted as she looked down at Lucifer beneath her. Her hair was soaking wet, but finger-combed back and his new brown hair was a soggy mess on his head, veiling his eyes. She moved the hair away and gazed at the new set of eyes staring back at her, making her blush.

When Aziza felt Lucifer's presence, she was happy to know that he came back home and knew that Ramsey would lead him to her if he didn't find her on his own. She didn't realize that she was no longer gazing upon his Grace anymore, but his flesh and this was not the blue-eyed blond she was so used to seeing. Familiar baby-blue eyes had been replaced with dewy hazel-green ones and formerly paler skin was now perfectly tanned. Gone was the short, dirty-blond hair and now replacing it were rich-brown locks that looked to belong in a shampoo commercial. She noticed how much more muscular this new Vessel was as compared to the previous one, how his arms were so brawny and defined.

Lucifer chuckled at his mate, but nodded in affirmation and was elated to see that his mate enjoyed his new appearance. She even began tracing the muscles on his arm and now bare chest, but she stopped when she got to his right pec. When she met his eyes again, Lucifer watched in confusion as her happiness slowly began to simmer down until she seemed to be analyzing him. She looked as if she didn't believe what was before her eyes and at the same time, she had to trust what they were showing her. Something wasn't adding up and Lucifer could see the entire process her brain was going through on her face.

"What is it?" He questioned.

"This Vessel seems really...familiar." Her head tilted to the side a bit as she continued to stare at her Archangel in his new skin.

Her hands came up to cup his cheeks and Lucifer remained silent as she conducted her investigation, his entire body drenched in coldness. She held his face in her hands and began staring so deeply into his eyes that he could've sworn that she was seeking out his true form. Now that he thought about it, he wondered if she ever saw. While he was able to steal glimpses of her divinity whenever she used her untamed power, Lucifer truly believed that he would not be able to comprehend the raw magnificence of his darling mate's appearance, undisguised by flesh and bone. What he believed to be her Grace and how he could feel it was enough for him.

Lucifer had gotten so lost in his own thoughts that he didn't realize Aziza's attention was again drawn to Sam's anti-possession tattoo. She slowly traced the ink with her fingertip, still very puzzled by what she was feeling and seeing.

She half-smiled at the tattoo, but her expression shifted back to confusion as she tried to understand where this feeling of familiarity was coming from. She knew Lucifer was here and that she was touching him, but her brain was trying to tell her that he was someone else. For a moment, she theorized that she was simply recognizing whomever the Human was, but that didn't make any sense because she's been with Lucifer for as long as she could remember; it's only been the two of them, Ramsey and the occasional Demon. It also didn't explain why she felt like she already knew this person. It felt like someone with a blurry face lost within her mind was begging her to remember them, chanting it over and over, but she couldn't understand their voice.

"Who…" She mumbled, but stopped herself and thought of a way to rephrase what she wanted to ask. She kept tracing the tattoo, but looked up and met Lucifer's expectant eyes. "I've got the weirdest feeling that this was...you before...I guess. I'm not really sure what's happening right now…"

"This is my True Vessel, the form I was meant to take when I was released from the Cage and how my appearance should have been when we first met." Was Lucifer's swift, yet relaxed response. He did not want his mate to remember Sam Winchester, his older brother, their Angel or Gabriel. If she did, everything would fall apart and he would lose his love after he just got her back. He couldn't alter his appearance, but maybe he could do something to hide that pesky tattoo because he felt it was going to trigger unwanted memories in Aziza's mind and if that happened, his world would come crashing down, all his plans would be ruined. "All my Vessels were chosen by God and come from the same lineage. Maybe this one reminds you of his ancestor or maybe even his father."

"Was I always like this?" She asked, seeming to be distracted from his appearance, and he looked at her questioningly, confused by her words. "This form, is this really me or do I have a True Vessel I'm supposed to find too?"

The Fallen Archangel smiled up at his precious mate. It was his turn to take her face in his hands and he kissed her forehead before speaking, still gently as if trying to lull her to sleep. "You are a product of the most elite Cupids of Heaven. They made you in this form to be perfect, beautiful in a trillion ways, and you are. You, in all your entirety, are a true goddess, Aziza."

Lucifer was smiling before he could finish answering her and it was due to the adorable, pink flush creeping up on Aziza's cheeks. It was another of the many reasons why he enjoyed kissing and being close to her, just because he knew that adorable reaction would happen again.

Lucifer kissed one of Aziza's flushed cheeks before they stood. They seemed to have spent enough time in the sun to dry off and Aziza's tail had transformed back into her legs, so they ventured inside their home. Aziza led them to the bedroom and told Lucifer that she recently went shopping while he was away. There was a pile of clothes waiting to be folded on the bed and Aziza went to finish the pile, Ramsey sitting at her feet as she sat on the edge of the bed. Lucifer wandered over to his wardrobe and was looking through his new attire, admiring the various black and red choices.

"Your last Vessel, the blond, can I keep him?" His Soulmate inquired and that made Lucifer look away from his armoire to his mate with a curious expression. He was certain that she wasn't asking for his permission to drag a corpse around, but the thought was still amusing. "Just in case. What if something ejects you from this one? It'd be safe to have a spare."

"Valentine, you don't need to worry about that anymore. Nick was a temporary solution, but this is permanent. Nothing can take me out of this body." He chuckled. He may have sounded cocky, but he couldn't think of anything, other than his very Soulmate, that could eject him from this Vessel. Aziza pouted at him and after a few seconds of seeing it, Lucifer sighed, giving in. "If it'll make you feel better."

With a shake of his head, Lucifer extended his hand towards the space of bed behind him and Nick's corpse appeared across the foot. Ramsey immediately growled at the smell of burnt flesh and death. She must not have wanted Aziza to get close to it, thinking it might be dangerous, because her growls got louder, with a touch of concern, when the blonde went to the side of the bed. She couldn't stare at the body for longer than a second because the body was charring now that it was no longer inhabited by its former occupant, so after choking down a gag, she hovered both her hands over Nick's face and moved them down the length of his body, the charred skin being healed as she did so.

Once Nick's body was restored, Aziza shrunk him down to doll-size and gently tucked him into the drawer of her nightstand. She was never going to let that thing be alone and if she so much as left this room for a bathroom break, it was going to be hitching a ride in her sock or pocket. She knew that Lucifer was a powerful force and that he could handle any of the monsters on this planet, but she couldn't stop herself from worrying. She quickly finished folding and storing the remaining clothes on the bed, egar to spend time with her favorite Archangel.

Lucifer and Aiza spent the remainder of the day together on a prolonged date that tneither wanted to end. They were reading Plato's romantic poems again, painting on the shore and playing fetch with Ramsey in the sand. When the sun began to set, she ventured off into the kitchen with promises of a candlelit dinner and that gave Lucifer time to finally answer the pestering calls from Hell and his Demons. He didn't plan on going back for at least another week, but there were annoying little alarms going off in his head for every Demon trying to summon him to Hell and it was becoming more of a nuisance than he thought he could ignore.

With an irritated sigh, Lucifer made the decision to sneak away from his valentine just long enough to settle Hell's fires and the Demons had better have a good reason for making him stray from his mate so soon. He made his way downstairs and peeked in on Aziza scurrying around the now animated kitchen as she prepared their dinner witht the help of the pots, pans and utensils. As he made his way to the front door, he found Ramsay already ther, but she was sitting at attention, so he opened the door for her. Waiting on the other side was what had to have caught the Hound's attention.

"I have a mother?" Ramiel asked, his eyes glowing yellow in the presence of his master. He was already kneeling to show respect and he was expecting Ramsay to at least growl or sniff him, but she did not. Still, he knew she was watching his every move. "The Demons chatter about a Queen and her aid in your domination of this world, but I didn't know she was my-"

"She's not." Lucifer put an end to the Prince's rambling because just like his own, he knew they were bound to take a seriously dark turn. "Where are your siblings?"

"Azazel, as should know, is dead and Dean Winchester is responsible for the bullet stuck in his head. I found his corpse and brought it to Hell when I heard the news about your new digs." Ramiel smiled and slowly stood straight. "I managed to contact Dagon and she should be in Hell for further instructions, but nobody's heard from Asmodeus in forever. I don't have the Colt, so maybe another Winchester decided to go Prince Hunting."

"I have the Colt and Asmodeus will continue to serve his punishment for as long as I see fit." Lucifer tried to keep the hiss out of his voice as he spoke, but just thinking back on why he practically shunned his youngest Prince always got his blood boiling.

Azazel was his first and therefore, the eldest. He was Lucifer's fanatical son, always did what he was told and rarely stepped out of line once he was taught his place. Ramiel was his second and was less enthusiastic about following orders, but never disobeyed. Dagon was his third Prince and she always found a way to get extra time with Lucifer, constantly tried to gain a permanent place beside him which served to annoy him more than win his affection. Asmodeus was the youngest and felt like he had to prove him worth to Lucifer and his siblings; that had was why he was foolish enough to try to tame the Shedim or even speak their name.

Unknown to most, the Shedim were the offspring of Azazel and a Demon named Naamah. As punishment for procreating, Lucifer commanded Azazel to slaughter Naamah and forbid his other Princes from breeding, then he locked the Shedim away in the deepest cavity of Hell he could crawl into. He was smart enough to know that the product of one of his Princes could possibly create a true Antichrist, so he locked the Shedim away. Not because he was afraid, but because he didn't want those beasts destroying the world that he was going to end. Asmodeus was so foolishly ambitious that he came to Lucifer to ask permission to free and tame the Shedim, but Lucifer was not unwise. He punished Asmodeus so severely for even suggesting anything about the Shedim and he sent him into exile almost as forced penance. After his punishment, Azazel never so much as thought of the Shedim again, so how Asmodeus found out about them and why he thought it was a good idea to disturb such an evil were things he didn't know.

"What are my orders?" The Prince Questioned with a smirk.

"I'm assigning you to watch the Ploutonion at Hierapolis. When the Apocalypse starts, I will give you the Colt to unlock the gate and you will free and consume the Souls within Pluto's underworld. You're strong enough to deal with any problems a pagan could give you, if one would be brave enough to show defiance. After that, you're to deliver the Colt to Dagon in Turkey, she will unlock the Devil's Gate to Plato's Underwold while you march with me to Heaven's gates. You will capture or kill all the Angels residing in Heaven and ensure Michael does not escape." Lucifer commanded. "Dagon better find something there to preoccupy herself until showtime because I don't want a drop of bloodshed or any interference before the big day."

"Yes, my King."

In an instant, Ramiel was gone with his orders and Lucifer decided that the end was getting too close and they had to move now. He wanted to be discreet, so he transported himself, Aziza and Ramsey to Hell and brought the entire kitchen along too. He tried to be patient, but he couldn't help his restlessness and went into he kitchen to tell his mate his had news. He took her hand and escorted her around Hell on a grand tour of their new home until after he finished things with Michael. Aziza was as quiet as he's ever witnessed as they strolled down the Halls and when they arrived in the Throne Room, she seemed drawn to the royal seat, so he placed her on it. The dark contrast of her light hair and eyes made his feathers flutter and his hidden lust for her began purring at the sight. All that was missing from his beloved was a crown and he would make it out of blood and darkness, but she'd make it look just as beautiful as she was making sin look now. She could make the most evil of things seem like it was shining with a heavenly light just by being in her presence. She wasn't screaming and didn't show any signs of fear towards the Demons lurking about in the shadows. As far as transitions go, Luci had to admit that went as smoothly as possible.

As promised, Lucifer and Aziza had dinner of Shrimp Scampi with Caprese Garlic Bread and wine over melting candles. They were still in the Throne Room, but she gifted them a wonderful sight of the sky with it's half-moon and stars instead of the ceiling, their smiles glinting in the candlelight. She was practically sitting in his lap as they spoke and laughed and reminisced about whatever fragmented memory of their past fluttered in her head. Her memories were becoming more solid the more time they spent together making new ones.

After dinner, Aziza is pretty drunk and clumsy, but she leaves a trail of her clothes for Lucifer to follow back to their chambers. He finds her wrapped in the red and black blanket of their bed and since he's slept there a few times, his wings were strewn about on the mattress, but now some were sticking to her hair. He follows her guide and beings removing his clothes one by one as if the task were menial, but knowing Aziza's here were locked on each inch of new skin being revealed.(And honestly, Lucifer was putting on a show for himself too because he had yet to see Sam from head to toe and was excited to see what the young Hunter was capable of.)

Fully nude, he crawled into the bed from the bottom and dove under the blanket, emerging at the head of the bed with Aziza's flushed face under him. He wanted to compliment her expression, but she pulled him down to kiss him before he could and he moaned when her tongue sweetly slipped into his mouth, coiling his arms around her. He could feel his Grace thrumming, but nothing sounded better than Aziza moaning as he ground his hips against hers, unknowing of what else to do to make the swelling in his groin stop. This was stronger than the other times like when they were under their tree and he felt like he had to have something more of her…

Aziza pushed his shoulders and they rolled in bed, she now on top of him, but within the movement, he managed to cozily slip inside of her and she sound that rang from both angelic beings could only be described as a harmonious note of longing finally coming to completion.

For what felt like ages, their bodies and energies thrummed and sang with one another and Lucifer is close to finishing, but he doesn't understand what's happening. He feels like his body is about to explode in the most delightful way and the pleasure seems amplified by a thousand. His wings flare out underneath him and he starts thrusting up into Aziza. He sits up with her in his lap and wraps his arms around her while she grabs his shoulders. She tells him she loves him and runs her fingers through his hair, coaxing him through his first orgasm as another of hers approaches. Lucifer finishes, trembling with his release, and his wings wrap around Aziza. Her eyes are glowing lavender and she creates their bond before slumping in her true mate's lap.

Lucifer and Aziza are lying in bed. His wings are wrapped around her and she unconsciously strokes them as she dozes off. She doesn't know it, but the gesture is sending tingles down Lucifer's spine that makes sparks of desire burn through his body. He refrains, not wanting to be greedy or overwork his Soulmate because what they just did was something special.

"When I first saw you…" Lucifer speaks gently and Aziza hums to let him know she's listening. "I thought you were a Succubus. Lilith, actually."

With her eyes half shut, she raised a brow at him, "You thought I supernatural sex maniac?"

"It was the only thing that made sense at the time." He softly chuckled at her, kissing her head. "I didn't know that I had a Soulmate, had no knowledge of one. And I never thought I'd get to witness something so beautiful in my existence."

"You know, no matter how many lives I've lived…" She yawns and Lucifer tightens his grip around her with her wings. "Your Grace...kinda guides me to you. It always...burns bright like...billions of stars…"

Lucifer watches Aziza while she sleeps and strokes her hair, kisses her head every few minutes. He glances at the door when he feels one of his Demons nearby, but Ramsey growls to send it away. He quietly sighs, knowing he has to get out of bed even though he doesn't want to. He slowly unwraps his wings from around Aziza and slips out of bed. He goes to his closet and picks out a white suit with a red tie to wear, but notices the other clothes Aziza must've bought while he was away. He decides to wear one of her outfits and quietly dresses, going to the mirror to see how he looks. He smiles as he looks at himself in a leather motorcycle jacket, black dress shirt with white flowers and dark chinos with black suede oxfords. He figured this was the modern style of Humans and appreciated Aziza trying to get him adjusted to the century. He actually liked the clothes and thought they were edgy.

Before he leaves, he notices something in the mirror and is speechless when he sees his white wings have been restored to their former glory. They stretch out in pride behind him and Lucifer quickly reasons that Aziza, their bonding, was responsible. He wants to thank her, but sees how peacefully she's sleeping and decides not to disturb her.

SN*SN*SN*

Lucifer is sitting on his shadowy throne in the Throne Room, having been lured into some sort of meeting that needed tended to. He looks thoroughly jaded as a pair of Demons conduct a meeting. He wanted to be with Aziza, who was sleeping and transforming into her adult form. He was becoming increasingly more irritated due to being away from her. He suddenly thought of the 7 Deadly Sins and how each one was created after his fall. Lust wasn't created until he laid eyes on his beautiful Soulmate, preceding Succubi and Incubi, and Lucifer realized that he's lusting for his mate, that he wants to bond with her again. That's what that irritating feeling he would get in his chest and loins when he would kiss her and want to be connected with her, but was unknowing of how to reach that link. Now, he understood so much and he still cursed himself for being so naïve, but he wasn't too harsh on himself. If he were to Sam as Michael were to Dean, there would be no romantic feelings or actions between the two and his brother has never gotten to experience what had to be Lucifer's own personal nirvana,

"Case #41. Awar, a Rank-Three Demon, claims to have had six babies, but then Morax, a Rank-Two Demon, took two of his babies, which would leave Awar with-" Lucifer holds up four fingers and wiggles them. "Yes, four babies."

"Which, I think we can all agree, isn't enough babies for a decent meal." The other Demon laughs.

"No, not at all." The first Demon agrees, continuing from the scroll. "Awar is looking for compensation in the form of-"

"Don't care." Lucifer cut the Demon off.

"My King?" The Prince of Darkness simply raised an eyebrow in response. "You said...you don't care about the case."

"I don't care." He reiterated. "These cases, the meetings, how many Souls have been tortured annually, it doesn't matter anymore. I only want to be informed about the news of my Princes, Michael and Heaven."

"Well, there is news about that, my King. Dagon's-"

"Has come home." The third Prince cut the lower Demon off, and they took the hint to leave, appearing at the doors with a sharp smile on her face. She made her way over to his throne and kneeled on both knees, staying there as she greeted her master. "My King, finally free from the Cage and possessing your true Vessel. I love the new skin, by the way."

"And yet, I wonder which sewer you've been scurrying around in since I've been free. Ramiel had to go out of his way just to get a message to his baby sister." Was Lucifer's flat replay, making Dagon's smile twitch.

"I wanted to see you and remind you about what we last spoke about. Before you were locked away, you promised me power. Ramiel told me of your plans. We'll only gain enough power to kill off some high-tier pagans when we open those gates, but I want more. I've earned more."

"You think you deserve a drop of my kindness after you abandoned your master's plans?" Lucifer coolly questioned, quickly making his third Prince clam up as she searched for the right words. She had to know that after the first mistake, punishment was imminent, it was just a matter of how severe. "Azazel did everything he could, was close to fracturing the delicate balance of this pathetic galaxy, just to open a line of communication with me. He broke barriers and bathed in blood. He did not tuck his tail between his legs while his master was missing. Ramiel has been doing more than you and he's not even here."

"I wasn't-" She tried.

"I thought I taught you all the true meaning of loyalty, gratitude and obedience, but maybe I was too gentle after all...at least, on some of you." Lucifer pinned Dagon with a death-invoking stare and watched in dark glee as her eyes began glowing in an act of submission and she took a few almost unnoticeable steps away. He encouraged her retreat with a wave of his hand. "Go to Turkey and wait until you're needed. I don't want to see or hear from you again until it's time to strike."

Dagon all but got on all fours and ran out of the Throne Room and when he could no longer smell her, Lucifer let out a eldritch chuckle. It was far too easy and fun to get under the skin of whatever was before him.

He returns to his chamber because he knows Aziza will calm him down. Aziza is still sleeping and her back is to the door, so Lucifer only sees her hair. He worries that she's not feeling well because she's been sleeping for so long. Ramsey is in bed next to her, but she jumps down to get a pat from Lucifer. He sits on the bed and strokes Aziza's hair, which wakes her. He apologizes, but is struck with awe when he sees Aziza as an adult. He takes her face so gently in his hands and simply gazes at her, committing every new detail to his memory. Aziza softly giggles, nuzzling into his hands.

"You're my star, a stargazer too."

"And I wish I wish that I were Heaven with a billion eyes to look at you." She effortlessly answered, but her eyes widened and she smiled. "Luci, I remembered!" She giggled.

On the Superwiki site, there's an excerpt that I really liked about the Shedim:

"Azazel slept with Naamah and spawned Assyrian guard spirits known as sedim."

The same thing's on a Wikipage and there are other origins for the Shedim, but I picked this one because I feel like the Princes of Hell would've been a little rebellious at some point, just like Nephilim are created when an Angel and a Human procreate. If memory serves, Asmodeus tried to use Jack to free them, but we only got to see their hands.

{P.S. I stopped watching at Stranger In a Strange Land (S15) because I really could not get into ApocalypseWorld!Michael possessing Dean, didn't feel any justice done with the previous fight between he, Lucifer and Jack and where things were going with the season. I wasn't crazy about Jack when they initially introduced him, but he melted my heart and I love him as a character and a concept, just don't like how they chose to execute him. I feel like they wasted so much great potential by making him a wandering doe.}