And here another chapter! Hope you like it!

"I´m sorry, Chloe, but I don´t have any new…" the doors of the elevator opening wide to give way to a fourteen years old teenager with a light brunette hair and a view that chilled Dan´s blood. Was it his imagination or that boy had the same eyes as Lucifer? Anyway he swallowed down his fear and walked to him. "Excuse me, did you get lost? Do you need help to get home?"

"Are you douche or what? Anyone here can see that I´m not four years old" the teen answered, giving him a glare. He then scanned the room, looking for a very specific person. Of course, he hasn´t seen his biological dad without his big red Halloween costume before, so it would be very difficult to recognize him… but, hey, being the fucking Antichrist had it´s benefits. "I´m looking for Lucifer Morningstar."

"Wait, who?" the boy was now convinced that he was the idiot of the place, so he walked right into one of the desks, coincidentally Chloe´s desk. Dan hanged the phone approaching the kid, who was playing with something he found on the place. "Give that back, you little delinquent" ordered Dan, who only received another look back. "And who are you? Why are you searching for him?"

"I have information about the Dowling case" he pulled his cell phone out of the pocket. Hia heavily brittish accented voice made the detective wonder if he heard wrong, but the boy continued. "So I came to give him a piece of my mind."

"If you have information about that case, you should give it to me. I´m the detective in charge of the case."

"Really? They let the douche of the place hand important cases? With reason they are not making any progress!" said the boy, continuing to play with his phone. "Now, if you can get me to Lucifer…"

"Did I hear someone talking about Lucifer?" asked Ella, appearing in that moment with some papers on her hands. The boy turned to her, his eyes briefly turning a shade of red. Was it his imagination or did she had traces of angelic presence? And of a particular kind he. One he only sensed once before in his life. "Ohhhh… did your mom have something with him or…?"

"Maybe some years ago, but not now" the boy raised and sighed. "I´m Adam Young, Lucifer´s son" the policemen around the station got completely silent. Dan and Ella more. It was just that… Lucifer? With a child? The guy was the least parental material they have ever met. "Yes, I know, surprising, but control your mouths and guide me to him."

"Errrrr… lying to a policeman…"

"It´s not a lie, I…"

"Detective Douche! I thought you were working, not terrifying young children!" he then turned to the teenager, who was glaring at him. "And who is the little spawn we have here? Tell me" he stared at the boy. "What do you desire?"

"To punch you in the face" answered the teen immediately, without any need of miracles, intensifying his glare. "Don´t you recognize me?" the Devil was out of words. "Of course, you couldn´t. It has been three years after all" three years? It couldn´t be… but it can. "Adam Young. Did it ring any bells? Your son."

"The one from Tadfield" Lucifer refraining himself from cursing.

"Tadfield?" Dan repeated, then caught something more. "Wait, wait, wait, are you telling me that this boy" he signalled the boy in the chair. "Is indeed your son?"

"Biologically, yes, but he was never present in my life" now it was Lucifer´s time to glare. It was not his fault! Especially because he never knew of Adam until after the whole Armageddon´t fiasco and he found out what his princes have done. Without his permission. "Must run in the family, from what I heard."

"You never dare to compare me to him"

"What are you going to do if I do?" the red eyes from both were out in the open now. Normally, Adam wasn´t such a smartass. No, that was Lucifer´s speciality and he wanted to be as far from his birth father as he can. He was a super nice guy who helped in pet shelters and helped in the library of his school… but, as he grew up, he realized that some things were easier if you show some attitude. Like now. Besides, he was a little pissed off because of this. The Devil as a public server? It was obvious he was planning something.

"Lucifer… you never told me you have a child" Chloe intervened in that moment, gawking at Adam as if he had two heads.

"Ehhhhh… detective, I…"

"I think we should all calm down and let them explain this" Ella interfered, putting herself in the line of fire to distract both celestial beings. "You said you have information about the Dowling case, no? How about you tell us in the interrogation room?"

"The Dowling case? First Crowley and then you, what in my name is happening?"

"Oh, so you also passed that. Why don´t you figured out yourself?" Adam answered, following Dan to the interrogation rooms. Curious, Ella, Chloe and Lucifer went to the other side of the room, to see what Adam had to say.

"So… Adam Young… nice name. Guess Lucifer didn´t pick it" the detective began, not sure if he wanted to do this. He meant, it was like interrogating a younger version of Lucifer, a true nightmare. Finally, he decided to start it like any other interrogation. "What relation do you have with the Dowlings?"

"None, really. My relation is more to Crowley and Aziraphale" Dan raised an eyebrow. Aziraphale? A. Z. Fell, perhaps. If it was so, now he knew why the man used initials. "I called them after getting worried and Warlock answered the phone. He said the ones who attacked his house were some Munson fanatics or mummers or something like that. And that Crowley and Aziraphale came to save him."

"All the way from England? How did they know he was in danger since before they knew of those Munson fanatics?"

"They were just worried about him since before, okay? That´s why they followed the Dowlings all the way to the States." Adam continued, feelings more and more angry with the douche. "Look, Crowley practically raised Warlock. Aziraphale helped him a lot. It´s they merit the boy turned up as well as he did" or that was what Anathema said after meeting Thaddeus and Harriet once. "You should have seen those two, they would screw up the best of kids."

"So… the Dowlings were neglecting parents and that´s why the two suspects followed them" Dan moved around, trying to tie the knots. Lucifer´s English brother raised an English child. And he had an English son? That was too many coincidences. "Tell me, are there really no ties between you and Warlock Dowling?"

"Well, of you want to know, we were born in the same hospital, a tiny establishment in the countryside, near Tadfield" the former Antichrist informed, looking at his nails. "Lucifer… well, I don´t know if he was really telling the truth about not knowing about me, only that there was a confusion in the hospital that day. An exchange of babies, if you want to know" he shook his head. "Anyway, Crowley was there and noticed that, so he followed the…"

"Wait, are you telling me that Warlock Dowling is not Thaddeus Dowling´s son? That you are?!"

"Of course not! It was a triple exchange, thanks to the nun´s incompetence!" he crossed his arms, growling. "The Dowling child died shortly after birth, but there was a confusion of some kind and they mixed the three babies that were born the same night and my adoptive parent´s child was given to the Dowlings, me to the Youngs and the other… I don´t know what happened from there with the mother."

"And Raphael… Lucifer told us he was a doctor, but he lost his medical licence a long time ago."

"Raphael?"

"Your uncle, Crowley, you call him"

"My… my uncle? He never mentioned it" Adam frowned. He needed to talk to the demon when he found him. "Well, he noticed there was an irregularity in the papers, followed the trail and managed to find Warlock after a few months. He then got into his life… guess to know he was fine" no need to inform the authorities of the Armageddon´t. "It was lucky, Warlock needed them."

"And you?" asked Dan. Many of his questions were now being answered. If Adam was telling the truth, that was it. "Didn´t you feel jealous that your uncle gave the attention he should have given you to another child? I mean, he was supposed to be taking care of you."

"Never" the teen answered. "I had the best parents in the world. And a small band of true friends, who would defy anything for me" he smiled, remembering the Them in the final battle. And after a short chat with the Dowling child… "Warlock definitely needed them more than me."

"Your parents… did they know? That you are not their biological son?"

"Ammmm… not exactly" Adam rubbed his hands, nervous. "I… I know because Crowley did some tests… DNA I mean" Hellhound test would count? "In Warlock´s eleventh birthday, probably to get custody of him, but… he found out that the switch had been worse than he thought. Got back into the investigation and soon found another clue in the hospital… paintball yard…"

"Paintball yard?"

"The hospital we were born in burned and transformed into a paintball yard" the boy said. "anyway, Crowley and Aziraphale found clues about the switch" via a witch, but no need to tell. "And finally found me. Now it´s confirmed I´m… biologically Lucifer´s son."

"Hummm, yes… Excuse me for a moment" Dan exited the room and walked to the room attached. "Do you really believe what he says?"

"I do. In fact, that would explain a lot" Ella said with the papers on her hands. "I was identifying the DNAs found in the crime scene. I didn´t find any beyond the Dowlings inside the house, except one piece of DNA I found in the boy´s room that didn´t belong to the family´s. It was from a fourteen years old male." She showed the papers to them. "I didn´t understand it at first, so I made the proofs again and again, comparing them to find familiar match. And I didn´t, but this… this explains it all."

"There wasn´t a familiar relation because Warlock is not the Dowling´s child" Chloe finished with it. "And Crowley probably has the DNA test from Adam."

"I have a copy of them" Lucifer said, miracling a photo of the paper into his phone. "Crowley sent it to me when he told me about Adam. I can go to the penthouse for the originals if you need them."

"Maybe later" Dan answered, tying the knots. "If Adam is telling the truth, then the Dowling child died shortly after birth, the Morningstar baby became him in the Young´s care and Warlock is Adam´s adoptive parent´s child." He rubbed his chin. "Could it be some sort of revenge against you? If somebody found out?"

"I don´t believe so, I don´t have any relation with Adam and never knew of the Dowlings" the bar owner said, looking through the window. Chloe turned to him, realising that there was something more than what they could see, so she dragged him away after some excuses to Dan and Ella. Lucifer and her quickly fled the place to go to a nearly building, where Lucifer inspected the floor.

"Lucifer… what is happening?"

"Yes, there it is… of course" the Devil´s eyes turned red. "Someone was here. And not someone good." He suddenly raised a hand, extending his wings. They were white again, not the bat things he had during his post Pierce period. Splendid. "And powerful… one of my princes of hell was here. And he had a Duke too."

"A prince of hell? A duke? You mean demons?" Chloe asked, remembering the issue with Charlie the year before. "I don´t understand, didn´t you banish them all to hell when they tried to kidnap Charlie?"

"Those were Dromus and Squee´s level, which mean Lillims and Legionaries" the angel answered, trying to identify the demon, but not succeeding. "The dukes and princes of Hell are much worse. Those two wouldn´t have dared to bring any of them here, it´s too dangerous. Besides, they have free entry and exit from hell… something I will have to discuss with them later."

"Go back to the danger part, how much more dangerous are those two kinds of demons than the ones we faced before?"

"Much more" someone said behind her. She turned and saw Adam. "And they are not very happy with Crowley" he kneeled on the floor, picking something up. "It´s a…"

"Fly?" Lucifer finished, his lips retracting to show his teeth. "Beelzebub?"

"That bitch" the Antichrist punched the air. "I saw her in the air base. She tried to convince me to end the world along with that purple douche."

"Beelzebub agreeing with her ex-husband? That´s new"

"They were married?" the two of them glared. "they deserve each other" Adam crossed his arms. "What are we going to do? She is definitely hunting Crowley, there is no other explanation. Otherwise, she would have stayed to see you." The Devil didn´t answer. "She won´t be so nice as to melt him in a bath of Holy Water now."

"Let´s cross that bridge when we get to it" Lucifer said, extending his hands. "Now find Crowley, and fast. The hunter demons won´t respect the life of a human child."

-In another place-

"That was close" Beelzebub said, as she quickly got away from the place she appeared in to get away from Lucifer. Hastur was by her side, also evading their boss. They both knew what the Devil thought of little escapades to earth of high ranking demons, when there was no need of that. Only Tempters were allowed here and under strict rules. "We can´t let that happen again. After Dromus stunt, he will destroy us."

"We are not doing anything against his rules, only hunting a traitor"

"A traitor Lucifer has protected ever since he broke the most ancient rule of Hell" the fly demon answered, growling against cooperation with the other side. "He and his angel friend must pay, but…"

"I know, you still want to settle things with the other side…"

"It´s not only that, he ruined the most glorious of battles! Now we are going to have to wait not even Satan knows how many years for it to happen!" she rolled her eyes. "And that Serpent is getting away with it, as if it was not High Treason." One of the hunter demons suddenly appeared. "What?"

"Lord Beelzebub, we managed to locate the Serpent of Eden" the hunter informed. Beelzebub nodded, smiling. "But we also sensed an angelic presence near the place. We managed to identify it as the Firstborn" the fly raised an eyebrow. Amenadiel? What was her brother in law doing here? "And he accompanied by Mazekeen of the Lilim."

"Mazekeen? As in Lucifer´s personal bodyguard?" now the prince was impressed. "It seems Lucifer already knows about our presence here and our plan to hunt Crowley" she stared at the sky, as if waiting to see an archangel come down from it. "Precaution seems to be more important than ever"

"Lord Beelzebub, it doesn´t matter, we can…"

"Don´t appear in front of them, specially you, Hastur" she ordered, staring directly at the Duke. "Amenadiel obliterated demons more powerful than you for sport, you won´t last a second against him. And Mazekeen isn´t a lightweight either."

"Yes, Lord Beelzebub" answered the duke, lowering his head. But he won´t do it for long. He would get Crowley… one way or another.

-In the motel-

"Hang on there… hang on there!" Crowley screamed in his sleep, as he battled in a dream to keep someone alive. He didn´t know why, he didn´t know who, he just… he just wanted to keep that person alive. Or angel. Yes, he was helping an angel. Aziraphale had sent him to Warlock when he started to distract him. He never intended to fall asleep, he just… did. And then those dreams started. A voice singing, stars shinning… and this. "NO!" he woke up abruptly, breathing hard. "What…"

"You were screaming, so I thought to bring you something, nanny" Warlock answered, holding a sandwich in his hands, probably from the bag Aziraphale brought earlier. And a knife to cut it. "It usually helps me to… Auch!"

"Warlock!" Crowley jumped from the bed and headed to the boy, who was clutching his hand. "Let me see" there was a big cut in the centre of the palm, from grabbing the knife. For a second, he wanted to call Aziraphale to work his magic on him, but then, as if it was instinct, his own hand moved over it. Flesh immediately knitted together, fixing the injury. When he finished, there was not even a mark on the hand. "What…"

"Cool!" the boy ran off to his other godfather, to show him the freshly healed injury. Crowley just sat down on the bed, wondering when did he get so skilled at healing. Of course, that was nothing, but… demons weren´t so natural at healing. Never. "What…" something sparkled in his mind, making him clutch it in pain. The dreams were suddenly made more clear. Was that Beelzebub? Gabriel? Amenadiel? Hastur? He… he healed them all. In the… in the war. "I…"

"Crowley?" Aziraphale appeared, calling himself back to reality. "Dear boy, we have to leave, a miracle like that is enough to track… what is it? Are you feeling pain?"

"No, but… but I… I remembered something" he passed a hand through his hair. "Angel, I… I was a healer before the Fall" tears started to drop from his ambarine eyes. "I… I was trying to save people and…"

"No need to remember now" the Principality told him, putting his hand over the demon´s. Mentally, he went over a short list of healers that Fell. Maybe he can give Crowley a piece of his identity back when all this ends. "We have the eternity to find out who you were before. And to help you"

"Yes, we do" the Serpent rose from the bed. "Let´s go, before the demons find us thanks to my stupidity."

"Come, dear" the two prepared to leave, but as soon as Crowley opened the door.

"Hello, Crowley" Mazekeen said, pushing the demon inside. This one opened his mouth, baring his fangs at her, but then… then he saw who accompanied her. It was the Firstborn. He said something, but he wasn´t hearing anything. The only thing Crowley heard was screams of pain and blood seeping to the floor. From him. His blood, his… Blackness came over him. Was this what humans call fainting? He doesn´t know. He doesn´t know.

And the Antichrist walked into the building. Well, hope you are enjoying the history, it was something that came to my mind while we were in this forced isolation thanks to the COVID-19 virus. As I biologist, I have to be self conscious and give example, so I have been cleanning and desinfecting everyhting. A though work. Are you? Well, to enjoy myself too I write this histories, so I have many new ideas. You too? Review!