"I was born from one love

of two hearts.

We were three kids

and a loving mom.

You made this place a home.

A shelter from the storm.

You said I had one life

and a true heart.

I tried my best

and I came so far.

But you will never know.

Cause you let me walk this road alone."

- You Let Me Walk Alone by Michael Schulte

Lucifer Morningstar

6 hours ago

I believe the term 'Oh, my God,' is finally suitable for this situation.

"Children. You know I hate it when you fight."

For a moment I glance at Amenadiel and Michael's wings as they sink down, as well as my own, due to my father's powerful presence.

"Father." Weirdly enough, I frown when Amenadiel voice is the first to get noticed by our maker.

"Amenadiel."

But then I'm reminded by the past. I let my eyes drop while I hold back a scoff. Of course. For a second, I thought. Now there's the problem. I thought.

"Samael." My father's deep voice suddenly snaps my gaze to him. And then out of nowhere, heat starts to form inside of me.

He should very well know that I don't go by that name anymore and yet, here he is, saying it like it was only yesterday when I was in the Silver City running tasks for that bastard.

"Lucifer." Is all I can answer, not even bothering to filter the hurt from my voice.

For a moment his eyes, sadly very much like my own, sift for a second as if registering my answer. He keeps his calm demeanor when his attention focuses on my headache of a twin brother.

"Michael."

"Dad, I swear we were just having a little disagreement and-" Michael's sentence his disrupted and frankly I'm quite fine with that.

My father's booming voice puts Michael voice to a delightful mute. "You will not swear in front of me, son. Now. I promise I will answer all of your burning questions. Externals or internals." While eyeing at me. "But before I do that. Let us find a more suitable place to talk."

With a snap of a finger, the four of our behinds are now suddenly seated behind a large wooden dying room table.

Oh bullocks.

"Father, what are you doing here?" Amenadiel asks. "Where are we?"

"Can't a father just want see his children?" The old mighty himself says.

This time, I don't hold back my snort. That would be a first.

"At least it's something." He says while answering my thought. I hate it whenever he did that.

"Father." Amenadiel stands ups and places his hands on the table, the parental instincts taking over his priorities. "I would love more than anything to have a conversation with you and all of us-" He says while looking at Michael with a heated gaze. Obviously already telling our father what Michael did to Charlie. "But I have to get back to my son now. He needs me."

Dad nods in understanding. "And you shall. But this will only take a moment." He says while my brother takes his seat back, his worry for his son not at all faded from his furrowing eyebrows.

"Oh, for crying out loud." Michael pitches the bridge of his nose while groaning. "It's just a cold!"

Amenadiel shoots daggers at him. It would take a fool not to understand his wish to punch Michael, but my brother was putting up a lot restraint considering that our father was present. Trust me. I'm trying to hold back my fist as well.

My nephew may be a fragile little infant but Charlie's still a part of my family. And his uncle was not about leave him unprotected again.

"And if it weren't for you, Michael. He would be fine!"

"It's not my fault that you're scared of a little-"

"Enough." Dad's voice snaps their argument to a stop. I try to hold back a smile. As much as I wanted to deny it, it reminded me of when they used to fight, and Dad would always shut them up whenever the conversation would get out of control. "I didn't come here to see you fight. I came here to spend some time with you."

If I didn't know any better, I would assume someone had a visit to a certain blond therapist.

I make a mental note to talk to Linda later.

"Michael." He eyes him calmly, making Michael probably swallow the lump in his throat.

"Dad, I-"

"Let's make one thing clear." He says voice full of authority. "If you disrespect your brothers or their loved ones once again in any way, you will see yourself exiled to your mother's realm. Am I understood?"

Wow. Dad putting the foot down. I'd clap if I could. Where's the popcorn?

Even Amenadiel gives me a slightly more satisfied smirk.

"Yes." Michael says without looking anyone of us in the eyes.

"Good." Our father continues. "However. This will not be the last time we will discuss this, but I say it's enough for today, considering today's events-"

Suddenly my thoughts bring me back to why I'm here and the reason I want to desperately get out of this place.

Chloe.

"Well, I had enough." I say while standing up. "I need to go. Some of us have a relationship to bloody fix. See you at the next family reunion." Before I get to the chance to walk out of the room, when his voice calls out to me, making me halt in my steps.

"We are having a get together at the end of the week. Call it an all family dinner sort of event."

I turn around, not at all surprised our father's idea is a little too vague. "We?"

"Yes. All your brothers and sisters will be joining us here."

The look on Amenadiel's face says it all. He's excited and happy to finally see all of our siblings. While Michael's features express distain and annoyance.

I huff and shake my head. I can't believe him. He was absent from my life for eons and now he wants to 'catch up'. The nerve of him, really. My own mother would even laugh at this. Speaking of the devil's mother.

I let my lips turn into a fake smirk before daring to ask more. "Even Mum?"

Silence.

That's what I thought.

Turning my heel, I head out but not before hearing my father add. "Don't forget to bring the lovely Ms. Decker."

Somehow, I have a feeling she won't be too fond of this idea.

Silently hoping Chloe and I will be assigned for a murder investigation or anything similar rather than us having to attend my family's dinner party.

Without realizing, I spread my wings wide and take off. My one and only priority as of now, is to make sure Chloe still feels the same way as I do about her.

Hoping my family's idiotic timing didn't screw anything else up. Besides the precinct being turned upside down.

Can this day get any worse?

Quick reminder: I wrote the first couple of chapters in 2020 (that's why some things may not add up) and I had a whole theory on the last chapter and why I wrote it. And it's up on Wattpad. Just so you know.

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