Lucifer, even though reeling at the fact that Michael killed Chloe in cold blood, stops himself from beheading his errant twin and cuts off the latter's wings instead. It's mercy the Devil wouldn't have shown if it weren't for the humans who taught him that everyone deserves redemption.

Michael elicits a gut-wrenching scream as his wings fall off, and the once proud sword of God is reduced into a sobbing mess.

"No more killing. In my time here on Earth, I realized everyone deserves a second chance. Even you, Michael.

As the victor of this war, you are to stay Earthbound with the very humans you despise, until such time you deem yourself worthy of earning your wings back. Only then will your punishment be lifted and you'll be allowed to return to the Silver City. Should you try anything to cause harm to Chloe or hers, you will be cast down to Hell, for eternity."

"As you command," Michael responds but there's no spunk in his voice anymore. He's accepting his defeat as he should because the guilt is starting to consume him.

He killed two humans — a major no-no in the former God's rules — and Remiel for no other reason than trying to show Lucifer and the other celestials that he's far more superior. But he wasn't meant to be God and Lucifer earned that spot rightfully.

"Good. Now that's settled, let's convene again after a few weeks."

"But what shall we do until then, brother?" Zadkiel asked, still on his knees.

"You are to resume whatever duties you had when Dad was here. No more, no less."

"Understood."

"Great. You're all dismissed." Lucifer waves off his hands and the other angels except for Amenadiel and Michael spread their wings and made their way back to Heaven.

"Amenadiel, if it isn't too much to ask, can you take Mikey to one of my estates temporarily? I just need to get Chloe settled and I'll be right with you."

"You got it, brother."

After making sure Chloe's alright, Lucifer makes his way to the Hills Estate and asks Amenadiel to leave, to which the latter acquiesces.

"Can I really earn my wings back? Wait, don't answer that. You should have killed me, I deserve it. For everything I've done."

Lucifer mirrors Michael leaning on the rails of that balcony, giving his twin a once-over and noticing how disheveled he is, as if he's given up.

"Well, sure, you absolutely deserve it but death is too easy. You have to face the consequences of your actions, you of all angels know that. Besides, you have an important job up there in the Silver City and no one else is qualified."

"Is that why you're keeping me alive?"

"No. Because you're my brother, no matter how dickish you are. You just lost your way, everyone does. Even angels, apparently."

"What am I supposed to do here?"

"Customer service perhaps? That's the best way to interact with humans. I do own this small coffee shop called Beelzebub Cafe, you can work there for now until you find something you're really good at and learn more about humans in the process."

"I'll probably just scare them off."

"One hundred percent. But, I'm sure you'll find a way around it. Anyway, you're free to use this estate for now. You should earn your own money, apartment and food, so that you'll understand what it's like to be human, even though you're not. Good luck. You're going to need it."

"How encouraging,"

Lucifer shrugs then spreads his wings and flies off, leaving Michael alone.

When Lucifer is finally out of sight, Michael lets out a sob he's been holding as the past events play out in his mind: stabbing Remy and watching her struggle to get away; slitting the human's throat; impaling Chloe with the remainder of the tree of life — he doesn't deserve Lucifer's mercy but he was given it anyway.

He swears he won't waste the chance he's been given.