Harry Morningstar was doing homework at home in the penthouse of the Lux alone tonight. It was an unusual happening because his family and Maze were all at some game that Trixie was interested in. Usually he would have gone, but Harry was getting over a cold and his Mom wanted him to rest up. As far as Harry was concerned, having people care about him being sick was wonderful. So he stayed home cheerfully and worked on his homework.

Then he heard wings on the balcony. Harry didn't hear his Dad's mental touch, so he picked up his wand and a demon forged blade and crept out to see who was here.

An angel stood there. He was tall, bald, black skinned, and Harry privately thought his wings weren't as pretty as his Dad's. He was obviously one of his Dad's family.

"What are you doing here?" he asked as politely as he could.

The Angel looked surprised to see him, "I was looking for my brother Lucifer," the angel said politely.

Harry frowned, "Oh you must be Uncle Amenadiel," he said flatly, "We haven't met yet. I am Harry Morningstar, I am Lucifer's adopted son." He said, again trying to be polite.

"Lucy as a father?" asked Amenadiel. He sounded really surprised. Harry started to get irritated.

"Yes," he said, "He is a wonderful father."

Amenadiel looked worried, "Is he? Does he punish you when you are bad? Does he get angry with you?"

All the furniture in the room started to shake and Amenadiel was surprised.

"What is that?" he asked, moving to protect Harry.

Harry lifted a hand to stop the angel.

"Uncle Amenadiel, would you mind if I told you a story about myself?" he asked, trying hard to make his magic stop trying to start an earthquake or something.

"Yes, child. Of course."

Harry gestured to his Uncle to sit and he sat across from the big man.

"My Dad was tossed into hell." He started, His Uncle looked a little angry, but still listened.

"When he fell, he caught on fire, and he was burned. This is the devil that people see and fear. Oh, he has the red eyes of hell fire too and power, but that burn never really left him. It's not evil, Uncle, it's the mark of his punishment. Then when he fell, he landed in a pool of lava and was taken out by the demons of hell. You probably already know this part, right?"

Amenadiel nodded, "Yes, child but what does this have to do with you?"

Harry waved his hand, "Let me finish Uncle, its important."

"Then the demons of hell took my Dad and raped him. Did you know that?"

"What?" cried Amenadiel, "But he rules hell."

"He conquered hell," said Harry, "First they raped and tortured my Dad. They thought it was great fun. When Dad got stronger, which took a long time, he killed them all. That is how he started to conquer hell. None of the demons who raped or tortured him survived. The demons who watched for fun died too. None of the demons left know about it."

Uncle Amenadiel's eyes filled with tears, and Harry's anger abated.

"Then he ruled hell, all alone, with demons for all those centuries, and only bad people, supposedly. Sometimes he would escape, and YOU would take him back to the place where he had to fight cruel beings that were savages. When he came here the last time and you left, he found me at a crime scene. I too had been helpless like my Dad was and I too was raped. He realized I wasn't dead, and he saved me and then adopted me. My real family, my uncle, raped me and then when he had a chance, he tossed me away in America like garbage. I don't think a lot of my real family, and I don't think a lot of my Dad's real family. So if you don't mind, I would rather you left me alone, because you have a lot to prove before I'll even trust having you around."

X|X

Lucifer held Trixie against his side and smiled as they went up the elevator in Lux to the penthouse that was now a real home for his real family. Chloe smiled up at him and he smiled at her, his heart, his beautiful, wonderful Detective.

Then the elevator doors slide open and he heard the sound of weeping.

Terrified, he rushed into the room looking frantically for his son, and found him on the couch holding Amenadiel's head on his lap and stroking him while the Archangel wept broken heartedly.

"I didn't know, I didn't know," the large angel sobbed, "I didn't take care of my brother. I treated him like he was bad and he suffered and was all alone. I didn't even ask him how he was doing – I just chased him and took him back."

Lucifer had never seen his brother weep and certainly not for him. Harry looked up and held a finger to his lips and smiled at his Dad. Lucifer smiled back and put Trixie and a curious Chloe to bed. Then he checked on his son, who still had a weeping angel on his hands.

Amenadiel looked up at him and Lucifer had never seen him so sad.

"Brother," he said, "I can't even beg for forgiveness, because I don't deserve it."

There was a time when he would have kicked Amenadiel out of the penthouse but being a father had taught him a lot. Amenadiel was in true pain and for him.

He knelt and put his hands on his brother's shoulders, "I don't know if I can forgive you yet, but I promise to try. I don't hate you anymore. I don't want to hurt you like I did before." He said, amazed at how easy it was to talk from his heart. Harry looked up at him with his ancient wise eyes in his little boy's body and smiled at him proudly.

He and Harry spent the night holding Amenadiel and they worked a lot of things out between them. When morning came, Harry and he made a huge breakfast and for the first time, Amenadiel ate with them like family. And besides the strangeness of Amenadiel not acting like a pompous twit, Lucifer kept staring at his son in wonder. He was already proud of his little boy, but this was astounding.