When Trixie woke up the next morning, she found her mother still sleeping in bed next to her. She wasn't sure why her mommy slept with her, or why they weren't going home, but she wasn't too bothered by it yet. Her mommy was with her, and she still had her room, sort of. It wasn't the same room, but it looked almost exactly the same.

Trixie got up carefully, so she didn't wake up her mommy and walked towards the door. Her mommy hadn't let her see much of this new place, and she wanted to explore. She walked out of the room and through the house until she came to the kitchen. The man she met yesterday was there. "Hi."

A startled Lucifer turned and then backed up to the counter. "Bloody hell! Where's your mother? Shouldn't you be with her?"

"She's still sleeping. What's your name?" Trixie asked.

"Lucifer," he said.

"Cool. You have the same name as the Devil," Lucifer said before taking a sip from the glass of Scotch that was in his hands.

"Mommy says the Devil doesn't exist. She says people just made him up to scare people," Trixie said.

Lucifer laughed. He was pretty sure the child's mother had realized by now that she was wrong.

"Daddy says the Devil is bad. He took me to church once, and this man told everyone that the Devil hurt people and made them do bad things," Trixie said. Her mommy had gotten really mad at her daddy for that. That was when she told her that the Devil wasn't real.

"Of course, he did," Lucifer said bitterly. "People should learn to take responsibility for their own bloody sins!"

"Do you make people do things?" Trixie asked.

"No! I'm no mind control expert!" Lucifer said.

"What's that mean?" Trixie asked.

"It means that I don't even have the ability to force anything," he said.

"So Mommy was kind of right then. You're real, but you don't hurt anyone. People say that to scare people," Trixie said. She believed him when he said he was the devil. His name was Lucifer, and he was able to do that really cool thing with his eyes. She wasn't scared though. He hadn't done anything to try to hurt her or her mom. She didn't think he would.

"I suppose you can look at it that way. Aren't you frightened, child?" Lucifer asked.

"Uh, uh. You're not scary," Trixie said matter-of-factly.

"What? Yes, I am," Lucifer protested.

"You're kind of funny," she said with a smile.

"Take that back," Lucifer said in an outraged tone. What was wrong with this child. How could she say he was funny and not frightening? He was the Devil. The Devil was not funny.

Just then, they both heard a door open and close. Chloe appeared in the room a few moments later looking terrified. "Trixie, come here!"

"Mommy, it's okay. He's nice," Trixie said. She knew her mommy was afraid of Lucifer. She'd tried to keep her away from him yesterday. She was probably scared because she figured out Lucifer really was the Devil.

"Stop saying such things," Lucifer protested once more.

"Come here," Chloe said again before reaching forward and pulling her daughter to her. "Trixie, go back into the other room. I'll be there in a minute."

"But I don't want to stay in there. It's getting boring, plus, I'm hungry," Trixie said.

"Okay, I'll get you something to eat, but I want you to go back to your room right now," Chloe said.

"But…"

"Trixie, now!" Chloe said sternly before pointing towards the hallway.

Trixie sighed, but she did what her mother said.

"You gonna lock your spawn in that room for eternity, human. Not that I'm complaining. The farther away she stays from me the better," Lucifer said.

"We agree on something. I'm not going to let you hurt my daughter, or take her soul or something," Chloe said. She honestly didn't know how she was going to protect her daughter from the Devil when they were both currently stuck in his clutches, but she would do whatever it took. He wouldn't hurt her daughter.

Lucifer huffed angrily. "You humans never seize to dumbfound me. I shouldn't be surprised by your stupidity after millennia, but it still does baffle me. You people have no common sense! What could I possibly want with your souls? Do you think I use them for currency? Do I trade them for goods? Grow some brains, Human. I can do nothing with your bloody souls!"

Chloe glared at him. She could do without him mocking her. How was she supposed to know what he planned to do with her or her daughter? The only things she knew about the Devil came from the Bible, and what was in the media. She didn't know how much of it was true. Until yesterday, she didn't think any of it was true. "You're a jackass."

Lucifer laughed. "I think I have reason to be, don't you, Human? I'm stuck with the likes of you and your offspring for Father knows how long, and you accuse me wanting to steal your souls, as if they have any worth to me."

"Stop calling me, 'Human'. My name is Chloe Decker!" Chloe snapped.

"What do I care what your name is," Lucifer asked before heading out of the room And straight for the exit. He was mumbling to himself as he left. "Gift my ass. More like a new form of torture."

Chloe continued to glare at him as she watched him leave. She hated him and this place. Granted, she knew he wasn't the one that trapped her here, but it was done as some kind of gift to him, so she couldn't help but blame him. Plus, she still didn't know what to make of him. Maybe he didn't want her soul, but she had no idea what he did plan to do.

Chloe sighed and set out to get her daughter some breakfast. Luckily, Hell had food and the supplies to cook it. She didn't know if Hell was designed like that or if God had just changed things a little to acclimate too living humans. It didn't really matter, she supposed.

Chloe made her daughter some pancakes quickly. It was her favorite, and Chloe wanted to make her daughter as happy as she could. She was going to have to tell her that this place would be home for a while, and she doubted Trixie would take it well.

"Trixie! You can come back out here now, baby!" Chloe called.

Trixie came out seconds later, as Chloe put two plates of pancakes on the table.

"Where's Lucifer," Trixie asked.

"He left. Sit down and eat," she told her daughter before sitting down.

Trixie sat down in the chair next to her mother. "You don't have to be scared of him, Mommy. He's nice."

Chloe snorted. He definitely didn't seem nice to her. He was an ass. She supposed she wasn't that kind to him either, but she could hardly be blamed for that. She was trapped in Hell with the actual Devil, and she was sent as some kind of prize for him, like her existence was supposed to mean nothing outside of him. Was that not supposed to piss her off? "Look, Monkey, I'm sorry for keeping you cooped up in your room, but we can't trust that man, okay? We have to be careful around him."

"Why? Because he's the Devil?" Trixie asked.

Chloe looked at her daughter in disbelief. She wasn't expecting her daughter to have caught onto that so soon. Although, she did see his eyes turn red. But then why wasn't she afraid of him.

"It's okay, Mommy. I don't think what people think is true about the Devil. It's like you told me. It's just a story to scare people. He's a real person, but not like people think he is," Trixie said.

"How do you know that?" Chloe asked.

Trixie shrugged. "He said so, and he seems nice. He said he can't make people do things they don't want to, and he seemed upset that people think he can."

Chloe nodded. She got the impression that people's misinterpretations of him angered Lucifer. He was quite pissed when she brought him possibly wanting their souls. She still didn't know what to believe though. She didn't know what was true about him and what wasn't. All she knew was that she really didn't want anything to do with him, and the feeling seemed to be mutual.

"Mommy, are we gonna be here for a while?" Trixie asked.

Chloe took a deep breath. She had to tell her now that they wouldn't be leaving. Granted, she still held out a small amount of hope that they'd find a way out, but it was too small for her to also give it to her daughter. She didn't want Trixie having false hope, like she did. "Yeah, I think so. Someone decided that we should be here instead of at home, and it doesn't look like we're going to find a way to get back for a long time, so we'll have to stay here."

"Okay," Trixie said. She already figured they weren't going home for a while. If they were living here now, she didn't mind so much. All her stuff was with her. It was kind of like when they moved from their old house to her grandma's.

Chloe frowned. She was expecting a much bigger reaction. "Trixie, do you understand? We won't be going home for a very long time, if at all. You won't be able to see your friends or Daddy while we're here. I…I don't think you'll see Daddy again." It wasn't that she wanted to upset her daughter more, but she did need her to understand how things were.

Trixie shrugged. That did bother her a little, but it wasn't much different from how things were at home. "I don't see Daddy a lot anyway. Now, he can't break anymore promises. Maybe I won't miss him as much after a while."

Once again, Chloe hated Dan. She might hate him even more than both God and the Devil. It wasn't right that Dan was so neglectful that their daughter believed she was better off without him in her life. The reason Trixie wasn't upset about being without her father was because she barely had him as it was. "Are you sure you're okay, Monkey."

"Uh huh. I'll miss things at home, but you're here. I don't mind being someplace new if you're here," Trixie said.

"I'll always be here, baby," Chloe promised.

Trixie nodded and went back to her breakfast.