As Lucifer held Grace's dead, butchered body in his arms and just tried to breathe through the numbing pain, tears wetting his face and washing away all the blood, he chanced a look around their living room that was covered in blood and bits of flesh from the former demonic vessels that took her life.

For almost a year they were together, and he dared to think they were happy. Huh. Who was he kidding?

Like the devil could ever get his happily ever after.

But it wasn't fair, it wasn't fair to her. They could hurt him and beat him, stab him and kill him, but not her. Never her. Especially not now, now that she was with child. All her life she wanted a child, but was always too afraid to even try and raise one in their apocalyptic world. By the time things got a bit better, she was afraid she was too old to bear one, but it still happened. She always said they were blessed, and that was about the only time Lucifer ever reacted, snorting. Other times he was just one lenient, compliant guy, just content to see that smile on her face and smell that lilac in her hair and taste those soft, plushy lips. And that was it.

It figured this would happen, but why did it have to be her? Why wasn't it him? Those demons saw him, thinking he was Nick and followed him to play around with their masters former vessel. Despicable low-lives. Despite being completely human, Lucifer still managed to outsmart and overpower them, using an angel blade he kept concealed, and slaughtered them all, ending up standing all alone in a pool of blood, holding onto the last good thing in his life. They managed to kill her before he could get to them all.

He sat there, silently crying for hours and hours, hugging her body tight against his, not wanting to let go. Day turned into evening, evening into night and soon enough there was darkness all around him, heavy and suffocating with no end in sight, no light at the end of the tunnel.

"Hello?" A voice, soft and tender, echoed in front of him and Lucifer finally raised his head, but couldn't see the figure looming in the shadows. He scoffed, uninterested in whoever was there.

"Go away. Leave me alone." He said and buried his head back into Grace's still chest.

"I... I can't do that. I need your help." The soft, young voice said and Lucifer raised his head back up.

"I am done! I am done, you hear me! Leave me the fuck alone!" He yelled, his eyes filled with anger and pain. "I... I just can't... I don't want to do this anymore, I don't want to play this game... Just... Make it stop. Please." His voice broke into sobs as he wanted it all over.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry this happened." The voice spoke and Lucifer finally took notice looking up at the figure in the shadows then all around him. The day turned into evening, the evening into night, the night into sleep. He huffed a laugh realizing he was in a dream and that the figure was probably an angel wanting to take advantage of Nick and his possible knowledge he carried while the devil possessed him.

"You're not sorry, you probably orchestrated this whole thing, just to get me to do what you want, but it won't work. I am done with Heaven and Hell, I am done with it all. So you can go back and tell Naomi or whoever is in charge up there now to go screw herself!" Lucifer shouted.

"I didn't do this, I swear." The voice said and Nick gasped as the figure stepped into moonlight, perfectly positioned to reveal him at just the right moment as only in a dream or in the movies can happen.

"Jack?" Lucifer was confused. Last time he saw the kid, it was back at that room in the bunker and he scared him so much, he ran. As far as he knew, he was human. And humans shouldn't be able to dreamwalk, not like this. "H... How? How are you here?"

The kid huffed a sorrowful smile. "Lot of things happened after you and Grace left. Dean came back, but Michael, he... He took him again. I died, but they brought me back using soul magic, but in the process it burned a bit of my soul... I, um... I couldn't stop Michael from taking Dean, but after I was brought back, I learned how to use the soul magic, so I was finally able to defeat him and save them... I took Michael's grace and became me again..."

Jack said with a complete lack of excitement a story such as that one should bear. It was clear that Jack slightly regretted doing some of the things he did and that there was more to the story. But Lucifer was stuck on the whole 'using soul magic's thing. He knew what that was and he knew what it could do. It was one thing for a soul to be separated from the conscious mind, but a whole other to be slowly burnt away.

"But then... Then, um... Chuck came back after I accidentally killed Mary and we... We all saw the truth. He was just using us all, manipulating and playing with all these lives, and... The moment I thought I would have to stop him, he killed me. And it wasn't like before, I didn't end up in Heaven. I ended up in the empty."

Lucifer sat there, staring at him. Did he just casually say he killed Mary? Dad's back? Jack was... He was in the empty? But... Nothing ever comes back from the... Oh. Right. Castiel did. Because Jack brought him back. If anyone could overpower the Empty, it would be Jack. Still, the way the kid talked, the way he spoke, emotionless and plain...

"How... How much is left?" Lucifer asked and Jack raised his head to look at him. "How much of your soul do you have left?"

"Two specs... And they're not even within me. Billie, she um... She brought me back, but I am... Just grace and conscience. She told me where to find my body and the last two remaining specs of my soul. She said... She said that due to my unique... Uniqueness, my soul could rebuild itself, but only in a proper vessel or my own body..."

"And lemme guess, your body is currently unavailable?" Lucifer scoffed, but didn't really sound angry, his mind flashing with images of him taking Jack's grace and probably being the cause of all this. A nephilim, a regular one couldn't survive without the grace. And since Jack said he died and they had to bring him back using soul magic... There was a pretty good chance he was responsible for it. Even if he wasn't sure it was him.

"It's not that simple..." Jack started and Lucifer laughed, using it as a coping mechanism, trying to wrap his head around the irony of it all.

"It's not that simple? You come here, just a shy after my wife and unborn kid were murdered, to ask me to.. what?! Be your vessel? Are you going to promise me that everything will be alright that you'll... 'take the pain away'?" He echoed his own words he said to Nick to make him say yes.

"I was actually thinking that if we succeed, I could just bring them back." Jack replied plainly and for the second time Lucifer turned to gawk at him, speechless. Jack would... He would really do that for him, wouldn't he? But did Jack even know who he was?

"When I said it wasn't that simple, it is that I need you. I can reenter my body, but I... I can't just go and take those two specs of my soul and... And ruin what they made happen." Jack spoke, his words confusing Lucifer.

"Where... Where are they?"

Jack took a deep breath and started walking slowly towards Lucifer. The place around them shifted, still dark, cold and damp, but without the body in Lucifer's arms and once Jack reached him, he sat down on the floor next to him, slowly raised his sad eyes and spoke.

"When you cut my neck open and took my grace, you took those two specs of my soul. All this time it has been growing inside of you. You have my soul, Lucifer."

The former archangel gasped, his eyes tearing up, emotions hitting him full force. Guilt, remorse, pain, fear, sorrow already pulling him down under the water of despair that Gracie's death caused. Of course Jack would know now who he really was. Of course he would have to pay the price for doing that to his own son.

"I am not that sentimental now, thought I can see having a soul did you some good. I could just try and go back into my body, then take what I need from you. That's what Billie suggested anyway. But I thought... I thought it would be better if I asked you to let me in. That way I can stay hidden from Chuck while my soul completely rebuilds and at the same time we can go fetch my body... Lucifer, God is ending this story. He is ending this universe and we are all going to just disappear. I can't let him do that. I have to stop him. Will you help me stop him?"

Lucifer tried to breath through this cluster of emotions and information as best as he could, trying to find something to anchor himself to.

"When... When we defeat him, when we stop him and save the world... You will bring her back?"

"I will. I promise." Jack replied.

"Then Yes."