Lucifer woke up the next morning in a room in his father's quarters. He remembered his father bringing him back to his quarters and coaxing him into sleeping. Normally, Lucifer would fight anything his father suggested, even sleeping, but he had no energy. He was exhausted. Even before the small meltdown he'd had after seeing Adam and Eve, he was physically and emotionally spent. He hadn't really slept well since Eve showed up at Lux for the first time. So, yes, he'd needed to sleep. Even the importance of his reason for going to see his father in the first place had been forgotten with the state he was in
Lucifer found that he actually slept pretty well. He suspected his father had something to do with that, even though he wasn't sure why his father would bother. He certainly doubted he could've slept that well all on his own after the last several days.
A part of Lucifer wanted to stay in bed forever in order to avoid facing his father, but he knew he couldn't. For one, his father wouldn't allow him to avoid him forever. For another, he'd come to see his father for a reason, and that still needed to be fulfilled.
Lucifer pulled himself out of bed. He knew he had to be tired the night before because he was still fully clothed. He brushed himself off a bit and walked out of the room. His father's quarters were quite large, so it took him a few minutes to walk from the bedroom he was in to the kitchen, where he found his father seated at the table with a large spread of breakfast foods on top of it.
God smiled when his son entered the room. "Good morning, son. Have a seat and help yourself," he said as he gestured to the food.
Lucifer hesitated for a minute. A part of him was starving, but the other part of him was so anxious that he couldn't stomach the thought of eating. Finally, hunger won out, and he pulled some bacon and eggs onto a plate before sitting down in the chair across from his father.
"I trust you've gotten a good night sleep?" God asked.
"Shouldn't you know? You made me sleep," Lucifer said.
"No, I kept you asleep. You needed it. I'm guessing you haven't gotten a lot of sleep lately," God said.
Lucifer merely shrugged in response before taking a bite of his eggs.
"I was surprised when I realized you'd come home, but it was not an unwelcome one. I was actually planning to come see you soon. I didn't think you'd be comfortable coming here just yet," God commented.
Well, now Lucifer knew he wasn't going to be able to avoid seeing his father one way or another. If he hadn't come here, his father would've come to him. "Why?"
"Eat, son. We can talk afterwards," God assured him.
Reluctantly, Lucifer did so. He was hungry, so that squashed any need Lucifer had to be defiant at the moment. He quickly finished off his food and watched as his father waved his hand, clearing the table within moments.
God stood up from his seat. "Let's talk in the living room. You'll be more comfortable there."
Lucifer doubted he'd be comfortable anywhere, but he got up and followed his father into the living room anyway.
God sat down on a large, leather white couch while his son took a seat on a matching loveseat. "It's been a long time since we've spoken, Samael."
"Who's fault is that? And my name is Lucifer," Lucifer bit out.
"I realize that it's my fault, son," God said. All of this was his fault. Not only had he let his anger get the better of him, but his anger was completely misplaced. His son had not been the problem. The humans he created had been.
Lucifer looked surprised. He expected his father to place the blame on him. He never expected the man to take any responsibility of it himself.
"That surprises you. I know I'm not perfect, and if I hadn't known that before, that fact very much slapped me in the face recently," God said.
Lucifer looked away, not wanting to deal with his father's knowledge of what happened to him. He decided instead to get right to point. "I came because I don't want you to destroy humanity."
God's eyes darkened at his son's words. He was more than a little irritated after hearing what his son had to say, though his annoyance wasn't directed at Samael. It was instead for his eldest, because he knew that was where his son had gotten the information from. "Your brother had no business discussing that with you. That is not something you should have to concern yourself with."
"How's that, Dad? You're doing it because of me," Lucifer said.
"First of all, Samael, I have done nothing yet. I have not made a decision one way or the other as of now. Second, it is not because of you. Whatever happens is not on you. It is on them," God said firmly.
"But it's not every human's fault. Only two of them are guilty," Lucifer said while avoiding his father's eyes.
"Only two are guilty of harming you, and I assure you, they will pay for that, but they are not the only two guilty of despicable acts. There are countless humans who have done the same or worse." God said.
"So what? You would've left them alone if you hadn't found out about… me," Lucifer said as he looked down. His hands began to shake just at the mention of all of this.
"If I had known when it happened, they wouldn't exist at all. I would've ended it with Adam and Eve before they even had the chance to reproduce. A large part of me doesn't see why it shouldn't end with them now," God said.
Lucifer looked back up at his father in disbelief. He was hearing that not only did his father want him avenged, but that he would've destroyed his favorite creations before they really took form for him. None of that made any sense to him. "Why?"
God looked forward to get a bit closer to his son. "Why? Because they tortured my son. I need no other reason."
"But they are your favorite creations," Lucifer said.
"They may have at one time been my favorite creations, but they are not my children. You are my child. You are where my concern lies."
"Since when?" Lucifer asked bitterly. "You hate me! I wanted to have me killed, just as you want to do with humanity!"
God rose to his feet with a seething look in his eyes. "Who told you that? Who filled your head with such a vicious lie."
"You're saying you weren't going to kill me?" Lucifer asked.
God took a step forward before gently pulling his son to his feet and placing his hands on his shoulders. "Samael, no matter how angry I may have been at you at any given time, there is not one single moment that I so much as entertained the idea of ending your existence. There is not one moment of your life that I have ever regretted that you were my son. Do you understand?"
Lucifer nodded after a few moments. He should probably be more skeptical, but after listening to his father's words and seeing his eyes, Lucifer believed him. That didn't mean all was forgiven after the bastard sent him to Hell, but it was nice to know his father had never planned his death. Of course, that also meant his mother lied to him and manipulated him, again, which had him seething quite a bit.
"Your mother told you this, didn't she?" God asked. It was barely a question. His ex-wife was the only he could think of that would have the nerve to do this. None of his other children would dare go so far in their anger. And God knew his ex would have no qualms about turning their son even further against him. He imagined she enjoyed it.
Lucifer nodded again.
"She's lucky you sent her to her own world," God fumed. Not that would necessarily stop him. He could go to any world he wanted. However, at the moment, he had more important things on his plate, and Adam and Eve were still the center of his wrath. "I suppose she's not the only one to blame anyway. She would've had no leverage if I hadn't lost my temper."
Lucifer pulled away from his father and stepped back.
"I was really angry when you rebelled, plus I was still angry about what happened in the Garden, which I perceived at the time to be your doing. I am so sorry for that, my son. I am sorry both for blaming you without even thinking to ask you what happened, and for losing my temper. I didn't understand at the time why you chose to rebel. Not that it matters. I realized even before I learned the truth behind it that I'd taken it too far. Under different circumstances, your rebellion would've deserved punishment, but not the one you received. I'm sorry," God said.
Lucifer's hands shook again, and he looked towards the exit to the room. He was ready to bolt. He didn't know why. He'd waited so long for this day. He'd longed for an apology, all so he could tell the old man what he could do with it. Now that he had said apology, he didn't know how to react. He never actually expected this to happen, even with his father's knowledge of what really happened to him.
God could see how antsy his son was. His boy wasn't ready to deal with this. He needed time to digest it all. "You want to leave. Go ahead. I understand that you need time to think. We will talk again soon."
"But humanity..."
God raised his hand to stop his son. "I have not made a decision on that matter yet, and I assure you that I will finish hearing you out before I make a decision."
Lucifer sighed. He was glad to hear that his father was willing to listen, but the man made it clear that he might decide to end humanity no matter what he said. At the moment, however, Lucifer was free to leave without worrying too much about it. "Fine."
"One more thing, Samael," God called as his son went to leave."
"Lucifer," he said in annoyance as he turned back around.
God sighed. "Alright, I'll try. I wanted to assure you that if you are worried for your detective or her child, you needn't be. I will not take them from you," he promised. Even if he ended up destroying the rest of humanity, he would not take away the happiness his son had found. Chloe Decker was good for his son. He imagined she was a great help in this situation. He would also not take the existence of the mother of his unborn grandson. Again, he had made no decision yet and didn't intend to do so prematurely. He would at least wait until his anger had quelled substantially.
That did make Lucifer feel somewhat better, but he still worried about the lives of everyone else he cared for, like Linda and Miss Lopez. He intended to fight as hard as he could, but he was at least grateful that the detective and the child would be alright. "Thank you, Father."
God nodded and watched as his son headed out of the room.