Lucifer arrives! Poor Michael is not having a good time…..

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Lucifer arrived just in time to kick the blonde away from his twin with a snarl. One large flap of his wings sent Arkiel tumbling across the ground. Lucifer landed in front of Michael and Chloe wings spread wide and low in defense of them, hiding them from view. He turned his head just enough to watch Michael cover Chloe with his wing from the corner of his eye. Lucifer couldn't make out any obvious injuries the way those dark wings covered his twin but the fact that Michael was still on the ground and had simply covered himself told him all he needed to know.

Hellfire flashed in his eyes as Lucifer turned his attention back to Arkiel and the blonde. The blonde recognizing the trouble he was in quickly flew away. Lucifer growled. The coward.

Arkiel stood shaking dust out of his wings and off his clothes. He sneered at Lucifer. "I was wondering if you would show up."

Lucifer adjusted his suit flicking off imaginary dirt. "Arkiel. It's been a while." Out of all his siblings he had not expected one of his Forsaken brothers.

Arkiel growled at him. "Don't act so nonchalant, Lucifer."

Arkiel rushed at Lucifer but Lucifer was ready for him and met him hit for hit. Lucifer flew up and over to get Arkiel away from his twin. His Forsaken brother followed willfully with a snarl.

Chloe gently pulled down on Michael's wing to watch the fight happening in front of them. Kicks and punches blurred in their fury and even wings got involved blocking and attacking when able. Chloe turned back to Michael. He was sweating now and looked like he was fighting just to stay upright. His entire left side was twitching now in an obvious pain response. She caressed his face gently wishing she could do more to help him.

"I'm fine, Chloe." Michael told her breathing deeply through his nose and out through his mouth. He felt like he was going to be sick and his head felt like someone was slamming a boulder against his skull. Not to mention his wing felt like it was on fire if it even so much as twitched.

It was a lie. Chloe didn't need her ability to tell that but he was trying to keep her calm. She turned back around to watch the fight allowing Michael to keep her close and cling to her. Her heart ached and tears rolled silently down her face.

Lucifer knocked Arkiel back with a wing. Arkiel stumbled to keep his feet his wings flaring out to help keep his balance. With a snarl Lucifer charged at him only to skid to a stop in confusion as Michael was suddenly in front of him. What the hell?

"It's not Michael!" Chloe called out. "Don't trust your eyes, Lucifer!"

Lucifer looked at her. Michael was still with her peeking out from behind his wing but… Lucifer turned back around just in time to dodge a punch to the face. He dodged a couple attacks before he was able to get focused enough to fight back. How the hell had Arkiel done it? A quick maneuver and Lucifer had the fake Michael pinned against a rock with his wings.

"Could you really hurt this face?"

Oh, he could even mimic Michael's voice. Interesting, and a little disturbing, but somethings were starting to click into place. Lucifer scoffed a laugh and smirked. "I scarred that face." He growled as he punched Arkiel in the nose making him drop the image with a pained cry. Lucifer grabbed Arkiel by a wing and slung him away feeling great satisfaction when the other slammed into a nearby rock and had trouble standing back up.

Lucifer backed away and made an attempt to go to Michael and Chloe but Arkiel had found his feet and was coming back for more. Hellfire burned in Lucifer's eyes. He was growing tired of this.

Chloe looked up as the light began to fade at an alarming rate. Dark clouds are congregating overhead looking ominous as they swirled. The wind picked up and thunder rolled over them.

"Michael." Chloe whispered suddenly nervous and frightened.

Michael looked up to watch the same event Chloe was. "This isn't good." He mumbled. Light flashed in the clouds.

Lucifer and Arkiel continued to fight oblivious. A white wing hooked around the back of Arkiel's neck and dropped him harshly to the ground. Michael felt no remorse as he held Chloe closer to him.

"What's happening?" Chloe asked.

"Father is getting upset." Michael answered.

Arkiel got to his knees before he swung a brittle wing around in an attack that Lucifer easily blocked with his own before kicking Arkiel back his foot catching under his chin.

Michael looked back up at the sky as a spark in the clouds caught his attention. Shit.

"Lucifer!" Michael cried. "Get back!" There was no way he could get to Lucifer this time. Please dodge it.

Lucifer had just jumped back as a large strike of lightning hit the ground in between him and Arkiel. Arkiel hissed as it came just a tad too close for comfort for him scrambling back in a crab crawl his wings flapping to get him back on his feet. Fire erupted where the strike had hit and spread across in between them even though there was nothing for fire to catch to. Lucifer glared over the flames. They flickered in time with the hellfire in his eyes making them glow. Arkiel sneered at Lucifer before disappearing in a flap of wings. Lucifer growled and stepped forward his wings rising in preparation for flight.

Samael. A voice boomed in his head. Lucifer froze with wide eyes and a racing heart. You have more important things to worry about right now.

Lucifer closed his eyes tight and clenched his hands into fists. When he opened his eyes again the fire was gone but the clouds still covered the sky; not as dark but still blocking the sun. As much as he hated to admit it, his Father was right. Lucifer turned quickly and hurried back to Michael and Chloe.

"Detective, are you alright?" Lucifer asked quickly even as he was looking at every visible part of Michael. He said he was injured. Where? How bad?

Chloe nodded. "I'm fine." She pushed at Michael's wing but he was reluctant to move it. "Michael, come on." She said desperately.

Lucifer made eye contact with Michael before reaching out to help Chloe move his wing. Michael resisted, his wing pulling against Lucifer's grip in a bid not to be moved, but it eventually caved and moved out of the way. Still resting over Chloe's lap was the trembling and broken form of Michael's other wing. It had started to bleed and had stained Chloe's shirt and pants.

White hot anger rushed through Lucifer. The cowards. The fucking cowards. Let the bastards show their faces again. Let Lucifer get his hands on him. Arkiel would think torture was a field day by the time Lucifer was finished with him. He was growling and knew his eyes were burning red in his anger. His hands shook with the need to throttle something.

"Lucifer…" Chloe whispered unsure how to help. She was afraid to move Michael's wing to get to Lucifer.

As though with a mind of its own, Michael's right wing stretched out to caress over Lucifer's left one. Lucifer closed his eyes and sighed at the contact his wing arching up to accept the comforting touch. Chloe watched the interaction with a sad smile. Slowly, the growling stopped and when Lucifer reopened his eyes they were back to their deep brown.

"He knew, Lucifer." Michael's voice shook from holding back emotions and pain. "He knows our secret."

Lucifer blanched before he firmly shook his head. "It's fine."

"But…" Michael tried to argue but Lucifer talked over him.

"I'm not concerned with that right now. We need to get this wing fixed before it starts trying to heal this way." Lucifer pressed his forehead against Michael's. "I promised a talk. We can add this to it but let's focus on your wing for now."

Michael nodded with closed eyes. Lucifer kept contact a moment longer before pulling away and taking a prayer stance. Chloe shifted to hold Michael against her shoulder. He allowed her touch with a sigh giving in. It was as though he had no more energy to even try to stay upright. The twins wings stayed pressed together; the black primaries peeking through the white ones underneath.

A flutter of wings had Chloe jumping and accidently jarring Michael's broke wing. He cried out before clamping his mouth together in a drawn out groan. His right wing flapped harshly stirring up dust.

"I'm so sorry!" Chloe rushed to apologize.

Lucifer barely held himself back from snarling. Chloe had not meant to cause his brother pain. He did flinch when Michael's wing knocked into his before he could get it moved out of the way.

"Lucifer, what's…Michael? What happened?" Amenadiel kneeled beside them taking in the damage with concerned eyes.

"I'll explain everything later, brother. Right now I need you to get Michael to Lux. I'll get Chloe to the station and meet you there."

Chloe immediately protested. "I am not leaving Michael." She stated firmly looking at Lucifer daring him to argue with her.

He was the Devil. He dared. "Detective, you need to check in at least so everyone can stop the hunt. They would like to know you are okay."

Chloe shook her head. "I can call."

"I also need you to stop by Linda's, get Miss Lopez and inform her of what's happened." Chloe looked at him strangely so he continued. "I have never dealt with a broke wing before, Detective. It will need to be set I know, but I have no knowledge in splinting or anything like that. Miss Lopez has some wing knowledge. She was able to help me with mine so I'm hoping she will be able to help here."

Lucifer gave Chloe a pleading look. He wouldn't beg but he needed her to understand. As much as he would like to split himself in two to stay with both of them, he couldn't.

Wing injuries, while not uncommon, were typically just scrapes and bruising. Major injuries never really occurred. It was an unspoken rule that they could fight and defend with their wings but they weren't to be targeted directly.

It was the one and only rule Lucifer had given his demons when he allowed them to roam Earth in the early days of his banishment; if they ever came into contact with his siblings they were to never attack their wings. Only two had broken that rule and he had made an example of them. The others had not needed to be told a third time.

Their wings were odd in that they were strong weapons but rather fragile and extremely sensitive when it came to healing compared to the rest of them. His own wings, when they had been riddled with bullets, had taken days to heal even though the Detective had not been present at the time.

Lucifer dreaded to think how long Michael's broke one would take to heal. Not to mention there was not a drug on Earth that would work for Michael long enough for them to get it set. Lucifer's stomach churned at the thought of the pain he was going to have to put his brother through to try to fix him. Millions of years' worth of torture had not prepared him for this.

"Chloe." Michael spoke his voice shaky and tired. "It's okay." He sat up slowly wincing as the action caused his wing to shift.

Chloe still looked unsure. "You sure?"

"I'm a big boy, Chloe." Michael smiled through his pain in a half-hearted attempt to soothe her. "I can handle it."

"Detective." Lucifer grabbed Chloe's attention again.

A small part of him was upset that Chloe was showing Michael so much concern while the bigger part was happy they had come together. He had just gotten used to her loving and concerned looks himself and now he would have to share them. Lucifer had never been real good with sharing what he felt belonged to him but he would have to learn he supposed. If he truly wanted both of them, he would have to.

"The quicker we are able to get it set the quicker he will be out of pain."

Chloe eventually nodded. She carefully shifted Michael's wing with the help of Lucifer and Amenadiel. Even though they were all being as careful as possible, Michael still hissed and cried out. His right wing flapped harshly almost taking Lucifer out.

"Careful, Michael." Lucifer admonished even if sympathy was heard in his words. He couldn't help his brother if he was unconscious after all.

Michael only glared at him in a more 'annoyed I'm in pain' way than actual hate or anger. Once Chloe was by Lucifer, Amenadiel was quick to lift him to his feet in his moment of distraction. Michael screamed when the broken pieces of bone rubbed together as his wing was dropped into a hanging position. Chloe cried out herself grabbing Lucifer to keep from running back to Michael.

"Careful!" Lucifer snapped. He rested a calming hand over Chloe's even though he was attempting not to shake as much as she was. He gritted his teeth against the urge to throttle his elder brother.

Amenadiel winced. "I'm sorry, Michael, truly."

"This is payback for all the taunting isn't it." Michael grumbled through clenched teeth. His stomach was rolling uncomfortably. He really was going to be sick.

Amenadiel said nothing but flapped his wings before they were both gone.

Now that his elder brother was gone, Lucifer wrapped Chloe up tightly, his own wings wrapping around her protectively. Chloe held him just as tightly allowing his warm scent to calm her nerves.

"Lucifer, Arkiel he…"

Lucifer shook his head. "I'm putting pieces together, Detective, but I need to focus on Michael first." He pulled back enough to meet her eyes. Lucifer gently wiped away the tears that fell. "Check in, get Miss Lopez, and come quick as you can."

Chloe nodded firmly. She knew he was giving her a job to focus on; a goal to keep in mind, to help her stay together.

Lucifer wrapped her arms around his neck and picked her up bridal style. "Hold tight." He whispered before they too were gone in a flap of wings.

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It took all the strength Chloe had not to yell at her coworkers.

They were only doing their jobs, she knew, but Michael was at Lux currently suffering because of her and they wanted all the details now. She gave them what she could, trying to be truthful but vague at the same time. She couldn't exactly tell them that she had been kidnapped by an angel hell bent on hurting a pair of twin angels, not to mention one of them being the Devil himself and the other one the actual Archangel Michael. Nor could she tell them Michael had found her because of her fear and his ability to sense fear. Yeah, they really wouldn't have let her go anywhere but straight to the loony bin. So no, she didn't get a look at her kidnapper. No, it was not anybody she knew. Yes, she must have had an angel watching over her to get so lucky.

Chloe didn't feel lucky.

Eventually she was able to convince them that she really just needed sometime to process and recuperate. The Lieutenant finally had mercy on her and let her go.

Chloe knew she broke some speed limits and multiple traffic laws going to Linda's but she honestly didn't care. She had borrowed a phone to call Ella to fill her in on most of the details. There was no doubt that a few coworkers were listening in so Lucifer's brother had broken a limb and they had a private doctor looking at him and she really needed some support. Ella, bless her, had understood and would be waiting for her. Ella was waiting by the door when Chloe pulled up, and so was Maze.

"How bad is it?" Ella asked immediately. Concern and worry was etched on her face.

"Bone is visible, so bad; next to the wrist joint." Chloe was very glad she had researched wing anatomy recently.

Ella hissed but nodded. "Okay. We can fix it. It's not going to be easy but we can do it." She took a deep calming breath. "I need to grab supplies on the way."

Chloe nodded but Ella was already going around the front of the car to get in.

"How can I help?" Maze questioned.

Chloe looked at the demon a moment. She really did appear to want to help. "I don't trust Arkiel to not take advantage of all of us focusing on Michael right now. He will most likely go after Dan and Trixie before Linda and Charlie." She looked at Maze imploringly. "Is there any way you can find a way to protect all four?" Yes, the odds were he'd go after Dan and Trixie just for the simple fact that they would hurt her and get the most response but she didn't want to leave Linda out to dry either.

Maze nodded with a determined look. "I'll figure it out."

Chloe nodded with a short smile. She trusted Maze to take care of them.

A couple stops for Ella later and they were riding silently up the elevator at Lux. Ella shifted nervously her bags sitting at her feet. Chloe couldn't blame her. She was shaking with nerves herself.

Chloe picked up one of the bags for Ella stepping out into the penthouse. "Lucifer!" She called out as Ella followed her with the other bags.

Lucifer appeared from around the corner looking haggard. He had forgone his jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. His hair was in disarray revealing just how stressed he was.

"Detective, Miss Lopez, thank Dad." He sounded so relieved to see them.

"How's Michael?" Chloe questioned as Lucifer grabbed one bag from Ella.

Lucifer looked at Ella strangely for having so much before he answered Chloe. "Sick."

"How sick?" Ella asked as Lucifer led them through the bedroom to the bathroom.

"He apparently overused his powers plus the pain from his wing…well, see for yourself."

Chloe felt like crying. Michael was in the floor leaning against the tub breathing heavily through his nose. His face looked ashen with his eyes clenched shut in discomfort and pain. The broke wing lay limp against the floor; the feathers around the break were darker than the rest where the wound was bleeding and oozing. The other wing was pressed between Michael and the tub awkwardly. Amenadiel was sitting on the toilet seat to the side in obvious worry and concern.

"Damn." Ella breathed taking in the wing she was going to have to help fix. She stared wide eyed and nervous.

Chloe moved directly to Michael kneeling on the floor in front of him.

"Careful, Chloe, he's not…" Amenadiel started. Chloe ignored him reaching out to gently card her fingers through his disheveled hair. Michael pressed into the touch with a soft groan. "…letting us near him." Amenadiel trailed off breathing out in mild relief.

"Chloe." Michael whispered blinking open pained eyes before closing them again.

Lucifer watched Chloe soothe his brother from the doorway. Michael had vomited the minute Amenadiel had touched down with him and again as they moved him out of immediate sight of anyone that came up. A code was going on that elevator the first chance Lucifer got after this. It had taken some convincing but Michael had finally admitted to having overused his powers searching for Chloe. He had warned Lucifer it wouldn't be kind to him. Lucifer had not known it would be this bad but figured the broken wing wasn't making anything better.

He had tried to care for his brother in every way he knew how while they waited for the girls to get there. Lucifer had dug out his more potent drugs that he had hid away and got Michael to take them hoping to help him with the pain at least. They only lasted ten minutes at the most and that was giving his brother multiple doses of the stuff. It had been enough that a human would have been comatose for days. The pain always seemed worse after they had worn off so Lucifer had given up. Damn their metabolism to hell.

Alcohol had been a bust as well. There just was not enough in stock to keep it going.

Michael had been completely resistant to any and all physical comfort. Lucifer had tried to offer comfort to his brother, even going so far as to unfurl his wings to cradle him in them, only to be snarled and snapped at. When Michael had backed himself up against the tub Lucifer had left him be. It hurt that Michael was accepting comfort from Chloe.

Lucifer turned to Ella. "What do you have in these things, Miss Lopez?"

Ella snapped out of her daze. "Oh, various supplies. They don't exactly make splints big enough for your wings so I had to improvise a bit. I'm hoping it works." Ella quickly got to work getting everything out and ready that she would need. She pulled out a bottle of clear fluid that had Lucifer eyeing it curiously.

"What is that?"

"A local anesthetic. I used a few connections through my brothers to get my hands on it. Not cheap. It most likely won't work very long but will give some temporary relief." Ella pulled some up in a syringe and moved closer to the wing to inspect it. "Michael, I'm going to look at things okay. I'm not touching anything yet. I am going to apply this until you tell me it is working then I want you to tell me the minute it starts wearing off okay?"

Michael blinked blearily at her but nodded. Ella got to work and ended up using most of the syringe before Michael indicated it was working. She nodded to Lucifer who started the timer on his phone. Next, she took inventory of the wound. Both the radius and ulna had been broke. The larger of the two had done most of the damage to the skin but she could just see the smaller out of place as well. Once they got the bones back in place she was going to have to do some patching up to cover it and then bandage the hell out of it to keep the wing firmly in place while it healed. Thankfully, both breaks looked clean and straightforward. Ella hoped she had the skills to get it all done properly but wings were wings right? It was going to be a long night.

"Lucifer, you don't happen to have that makeshift needle I used for your wings still around, do you?" Ella asked.

"Of course." Lucifer quickly handed his phone over to Amenadiel before rushing out.

Chloe watched him go before turning back to Michael who was staring at the floor. The local Ella applied was working as his breathing had steadied out some and he seemed more relaxed. He would still wince if he moved his head too much. She kept her fingers moving gently through his hair allowing his head to rest on her shoulder.

Arkiel's words were haunting her. The things he had said to Michael, but made them seem as though they were coming from Lucifer, and the things he did; Chloe could understand Michael's hurt and why he had been so angry. If it was true, and Michael really was in love with Lucifer, seeing Lucifer with Eve would have stung deeply. It suddenly made sense why Michael had tried to get her to believe Lucifer would sneak around with Maze. To him, it was definitely something Lucifer would do.

Lucifer returned with the needle in question just as Michael shifted uncomfortably and grumbled about the pain starting back in his wing. Ella looked to Amenadiel for the time.

"Six minutes." Amenadiel said softly.

Chloe, Ella, and Lucifer winced. There was not enough to keep dosing it throughout the entire process if it only lasted that long.

Ella sighed. "We'll have to save it for after the wing is set. I hate it but I don't think it would work that well once we started moving the bones anyway." She said apologetically.

"I do believe it is the thought that counts, Miss Lopez." Lucifer handed the needle to her. "Here you go, already cleaned and sterilized."

Ella nodded in thanks before adopting a serious expression. "Okay, let's get this done. It's not going to get any easier if we wait."

It was quickly decided that Amenadiel would be the one to maneuver the wing bones where they needed to be. Ella had initially asked Lucifer but the Devil had gone pale so fast Chloe had been concerned he'd pass out. Amenadiel had noticed too for he had immediately stated he would instead. Lucifer had sent him an appreciative look and had volunteered to help keep the other wing from thrashing too badly while Chloe held onto Michael to offer any support she could.

"Hold onto the tub, Michael." Lucifer requested.

No one voiced that Michael would need to hold onto something for pain and no one needed to say that Chloe wouldn't be so easily fixed as the tub. Michael groaned but did as told still keeping himself as close to Chloe as he could be. Chloe held him close, wrapping her arms snuggly around his middle, as Lucifer positioned himself to do the same except he was also going to be holding the other wing down as well.

Ella took a shaky breath once everyone was where they needed to be. "Ready?"

Amenadiel and Lucifer nodded both obviously not liking what was about to happen but accepted it as a necessary evil.

"No." Michael grumbled from Chloe's shoulder.

Lucifer chuckled softly even as it was filled with nerves. "Apologies in advance, Michael." Michael just groaned in response.

Ella looked at Amenadiel. "On three."

Michael screamed the instant his elder brother shifted the bone. There were multiple cracks by Chloe's head as his grip broke and cracked the tub. Chloe and Lucifer tightened their hold around Michael to hold him as still as they could. Lucifer still grunted with the strain of keeping hold even as Michael's right wing pushed and shoved against him. It may have been previously damaged and crooked but it still had strength behind it. Chloe tried to keep her tears held in check but failed. Michael pushed against her but could only go so far. Lucifer quickly adjusted to wrap his legs around Michael's to keep them from kicking out at Ella and Amenadiel.

While Amenadiel shifted the bones into place Ella worked quickly. Her hands stayed steady despite the stress and pained response from Michael as she worked. She really hoped this worked because she was sure that Michael would not let them attempt again. Once everything was in place, Ella instructed Amenadiel to let go slowly and crossed herself.

"Come on, Big Guy, let this work." She mumbled under her breath hoping He would grant His own son this slight reprieve. She and Amenadiel breathed sighs of relief when nothing moved or shifted. "You okay, Michael?"

"Been better." Michael groaned painfully.

"I bet." Ella sympathized taking off her gloves and turning to get more of the local to apply it where the skin was still open.

A few minutes later Michael relaxed into Chloe with a relieved sigh. Lucifer sighed letting up on his hold though he didn't move where he rested his head on Michael's shoulder. Chloe could make out a slight tremble to his form. She was unsure if it was from the strain or the pain his brother was in; most likely it was a bit of both. Chloe combed her fingers through Michael's hair damp with sweat and kissed his forehead also damp. She didn't care.

"You did so well, Michael." She whispered for his ears only. Michael nuzzled against her shoulder gratefully.

"Okay, let's get this sewn up and then bandaged." Ella stated still firmly in control. She applied more of the local anesthetic before handing the refilled syringe to Amenadiel. "Apply this in five minutes." She did not wait before replacing her gloves and settling in to stitch up the open wound.

The local did its job as Michael didn't even flinch. He did turn his head to watch Ella through tired eyes as she worked. His wing was covered in multiple rods that where clamped together to keep them in place so the bones wouldn't shift. She had left just enough play around the joint so they would be able to fold his wing up nicely when they bandaged it. Even with the local, his wing felt heavy from the added material.

Michael just wished they had something that would work for his head. With his wing numbed up, his head felt like it was going to split in two. Soft fingers were gliding gently over his scalp and it felt so good he almost missed more fingers as they started gently petting over the feathers of his other wing. He knew it was Lucifer; he would recognize those fingers anywhere. They had, after all, been in his feathers more times than he could count. Michael closed his eyes with a soft sigh.

Ella had moved on to wrapping the wing up with Amenadiel's help. Lucifer finally shifted his head enough to watch what they were doing. His fingers never stopped their gentle passes over his twin's soft feathers. Michael was allowing it which was something Lucifer would hold onto and savor. Who knew when Michael would let him do this again? Lucifer tilted his head into Chloe's hand when she started running fingers through his hair as well. He could get used to this.

Not his brother being in pain or having to hold him down, no, but the getting to hold him and offer comfort, the receiving comfort, the closeness the three were sharing right now.

"Okay, I need to try to anchor this bad boy against his body. The less it moves the better the healing will be." Ella said into the silence.

It took a moment to decide what the best way to anchor it would be. They eventually decided to get Michael to his feet and try to wrap it to his torso as much as possible without putting it in a weird angle. Michael, of course, grumbled about being moved but only half-heartedly. He was so weak on his feet that Lucifer had to help hold him up until they could get everything settled. Michael leaned heavily against his twin his forehead resting against Lucifer's shoulder. Lucifer subconsciously started humming a soft tune into Michael's ear.

"How does that feel, Michael? Breathe okay?" Ella asked once she bound of the last of the bandages. It was by no means perfect but it would do the job they needed it to do.

Michael startled at being spoken to. He had almost fallen asleep but he forced himself to wake up enough to register how he was feeling. Despite all the extra material his wing felt fully supported and secure. It ached but that was to be expected.

"It feels good. Thank you, Ella." He mumbled. He'd give her a more proper thank you later. He could barely hold his head up right now and the events from the day had caught up to him making him feel groggy and weighed down. All Michael wanted now, was a soft bed, and maybe even a body or two to cuddle against.

Lucifer must have read his mind because that was exactly where Lucifer helped him go.