God was barely keeping a lid on his fury, and by that he meant that it hadn't caused any lasting destruction yet. It was certainly making itself known though in the form of weather changes. If nothing else, his children felt his rage. He could feel their panic around the Silver City, which was why he was trying to contain it, but he found it impossible, even for him. Every time he recalled Michael's words, his anger got worse

Rape, God thought in utter disgust. There were things that humans did to each other that God would never understand. It was the downside to Free Will. He used to take it very personally when humans hurt each other. That was why he'd cursed Cain. After a while, he chose to let humanity be. He decided that despite the flaws, Free Will was still needed for humanity to govern itself. They would punish themselves for their sins in the afterlife.

This would not go unpunished by God, not this. They raped his son. His son. His poor little Samael. God remembered his child as a small little angel. Samael was always so happy and full of life. That's why he was the Lightbringer. Lightness poured off of his personality. He was still willful at times and had a unique personality, but he had a darker outlook now. God could now see very clearly when and why that changed. He didn't understand then. He could only see his son's attitude as willful disobedience, which angered him greatly. God could admit now that he went way too far. He knew that long before hearing what Michael just had to say. Now it was worse. He punished his son for something he couldn't help. He punished him for being victimized. Well, he would punish the right parties now. They would suffer unimaginably. They would beg for Hell when he was done.

"Father?"Amenadiel asked hesitantly. His father had been quiet for the last ten minutes or so, but his rage had not. It radiated from him. At times, the walls would even shake from it. His father was livid. Amenadiel wasn't sure he'd ever seen him so angry.

There was no reply.

"Father, we don't know for sure that it actually happened," Amenadiel tried again. He really didn't want this to be true. Not only would it mean something unspeakable happened to his little brother, which was awful enough, but the backlash would be biblical.

"Have you ever known your brother to lie?" God asked his firstborn.

"No, but we don't know what he actually said. Eve May have misunderstood his words," Amenadiel said.

"The only thing she misunderstood is her place!" Michael snarled.

"Michael, bring me Adam's soul immediately," God commanded. He had very little doubt that this happened, but he needed to know for sure, and he needed to know how it happened and if Adam had any part of it. His sons seemed to think Adam was involved, which made sense. When Michael first came to him eons ago, he mentioned Adam being involved, and Samael didn't deny it. If one did it, the other probably did too.

"Yes, Father."

"You shouldn't feel the need to be gentle, son," he added.

"Understood," Michael said with a smirk before heading out of the room.

"What now, Father. What will you do if this is true?" Amenadiel asked with trepidation.

"There is no 'if', son. I don't want to believe it any more than you do, but I'm nearly a hundred percent certain that it's true. Samael doesn't lie, and I find it hard to believe that anyone could misinterpret being accused of such a terrible act," God said.

"Why didn't he tell us?" Amenadiel asked. He was pretty sure his brother had at least tried to tell Michael, and Michael admitted that he didn't listen long enough, but he never tried to tell their parents the truth, even when their father lectured him.

"Perhaps because no one gave him the chance," God said. He knew he was guilty of that. He had been very angry when he found out his son had been visiting the two humans when God told all his children to stay away. He was even more livid when he found out exactly what transpired, or at least what he thought transpired. It never occurred to him that Samael had been forced. Force in this way had never occurred before. Rape was a human concept, one God felt distain for. The fact that it was done to his child made it infinitely worse. He wished he'd had the forethought to ask Samael who was responsible for what happened in the garden instead of letting his anger get the better of him, but again, nothing like that had ever happened. Plus, he'd never imagined that a human could force one of his children to do anything. They were much stronger than humans. But they'd found a way. That, God was sure of.

"What's going to happen now? This changes everything. Luci suffered alone for thousands of years. None of us…"

"I know, son," God said. He was not unaware of what all this meant. His son had not just been a victim of this terrible crime. He had been a victim to all of them as well. He'd watched his son grow more distant and get angrier as time went on, and God had answered it with more anger and punishment. What his son really needed was help. Well, God may have failed to give him that thus far, but no longer.

"We failed him," Amenadiel said in a shaky voice.

"I failed him, Amenadiel. This is my doing," God said. Samael was his son. It was his responsibility to protect him, and to help him when he failed to protect him. He did neither.

Michael returned soon with Adam. He had the human soul gripped by the back of the collar. He roughly shoved him towards his father the moment they entered the being's office.

God took a couple steps towards the human and made sure to look as intimidating as possible. Given who he was, that was quite a lot. "Hello, Adam. I need some clarification on the time you and your wife spent in the Garden with my son."

Adam stiffened a bit, but covered his apprehension up quickly. He didn't need to be worried. Whatever God thought he knew, Adam could play off as a lie. It shouldn't be hard to blame the Devil. It had worked thus far. "Of course. I'll answer any questions you have, but I think you already know everything…"

"You misunderstand me," God interrupted before taking another step forward menacingly. "I have no interest or need for your words."

"I don't…"

God raised one hand, and a bright white light emitted from it towards Adam, causing the human soul to grab his head and scream in agony. God could've made this process less painful, but given that this human had likely at least helped cause harm to his son, he wasn't inclined.

God used his power to sift through Adam's memories until he found what he was looking for. He watched as his young Samael walked through the Garden, curiosity etched on his face. He really should've known that if anyone was going to break his rule to stay out of the garden. His curiosity always got the better of him. Human beings were foreign to his children. Of course, his son would be curious. Perhaps if God had been a little more open about them, this wouldn't have happened.

God watched his son's interactions with Adam. He watched him touch Samael's wings and then his person. Rage built up inside of God to the point that the walls began to rumble. He saw as Adam used his own words to harm his boy. He watched as he did it over and over again.

God's rage was untamable by the time he was done. He'd seen what these humans had done to his child. He'd heard as his son begged them to stop. He saw him fight the urge to use violence to protect himself because he was afraid of what God would do if he hurt humans. He saw all of this happen over and over again. He'd been pretty sure his son had been assaulted, but he had no idea that it happened so recurrently.

Michael and Amenadiel looked around the room as it shook wildly. Both knew it was due to their father's rage. Amenadiel was nervous as he watched his father's rage. He knew it meant beyond a shadow of a doubt that something bad happened to Lucifer. He also knew his father was angry enough to destroy whole species at this point, and that he just might.

Michael was pleased by his father's rage. It wasn't that he found anything satisfying about Samael's pain at the hands of mortals, but it pleased him to know that they would suffer for their actions. As far as he was concerned, humanity itself should suffer as a whole.

God finally stopped searching Adam's mind, and the blinding white light slowly disappeared. God's rage, however, did not. His hand found the human soul's throat and he began squeezing. It wouldn't kill him because he was already dead and technically didn't need oxygen, but it would hurt a lot. "You used my own words to abuse my child?! You thought you had the right to use and torment him?! To force yourself on him?!"

"N…No. He w…wanted it. He t…tempted…" Adam didn't get to finish because the white light returned, only this time, Adam got the feeling it was designed to do much more than invade his mind.

Amenadiel immediately knew what his father was about to do. He was going to destroy Adam. A large part of Amenadiel wanted that. He wanted this monster gone from the universe entirely. But the other part of him knew it wasn't enough, which was why he approached his father and took him by the arm holding Adam. "Father, stop. This is too easy. He deserves worse than simply being destroyed. He deserves to suffer! And Lucifer deserves to face him.. He deserves to see Justice finally done. He needs that.

God looked over at his oldest son, contemplating his words. As much as he wanted this creature gone, he saw his son's wisdom. It wasn't good enough and would not be fair to his son. "Very well. Lock him in a cell to await trial. Then retrieve Eve. She too will suffer for her crimes!"

"Yes, Father," Amenadiel said before roughly taking Adam from his father's arms. "You hurt my little brother! You will suffer as much as pain as we are able to inflict! Move!" he snarled at the human in his grasp before dragging him from the room.

"Michael, get your siblings together. I want every soul searched for any behavior such as this. Obviously, we cannot rely on guilt to keep this kind of filth out of the Silver City. Any soul with sociopathic tendencies is to be deposited straight in hell," God said. Honestly, he was considering just destroying them all. Humanity started off as faulty, and if he'd known it then, it would've been the end of it. These people had harmed his child. He didn't see much benefit in letting them live. But that was a decision for a later time.

"Yes, Father. First though, I want to go get Samael. I want to bring him home," Michael said. His brother didn't belong on Earth, where those animals resided. He belonged with his family. They could help him. They could make up for the pain they caused. Michael knew he would anyway. He was aware of the disservice he'd done his brother when he'd come to him for help. He should've listened. Well, he would do whatever he could to fix that now.

"No," God said.

"But nothing that happened was his fault. It was those humans," Michael said, spitting the last word out distastefully.

"And they're still here, aren't they? You believe it is fair to ask him to return when there are humans here that may or may not have nefarious intentions?" God asked.

"But how is being there any better? There are more of them there," Michael pointed out.

"He feels more in control there. He feels free to fight back and to do what he wishes. That was part of the problem. These humans got to him by making him feel powerless. They used my orders against him. If you force him back here, that control vanishes. I won't allow that. Once I've handled things here, I will ask Samael to come home, but I can't ask that of him right now. And he will not be forced. He's been forced enough," God said firmly.

Michael sighed. He knew his father's mind had been made up. "Yes, Father."

"Please go do as I've asked."

Michael nodded and headed out of the room