Chloe leaves the penthouse after getting a call from the Lieutenant regarding some 'boring paperwork' as Lucifer calls it. She gives him a chaste kiss and asks him to wait for her to come back.

Right after the Detective leaves, an angel lands on the balcony earning another eye roll from the Devil. As he turns, he finds out its Remiel, dressed in a blue sundress. He would say she's adapted well for the last seven days if it wasn't for the spear she's sporting still.

I mean, why does she always have to carry it around?

He wonders.

"Remy," Lucifer says nonchalant, "So what did you think of Earth?"

"Still filled with filthy humans."

"Ahh." The Devil expects as much and concedes, pouring a finger of whiskey and taking a sip. "Would you like a drink?" He offers the younger angel.

"No. I came here to say a proper goodbye."

"Oh. You didn't have to."

"Well, I have to. We were supposed to bond or something, but, of course, I'd rather spend it with Amenadiel."

"I get it. Don't worry. I'm not holding any grudges."

"Still. Thanks for the accommodations. I better go back."

"Do me a favor. If ever you drop by again, please refrain from throwing sharp objects my way?"

Remiel smirks but nods in agreement and then flies away.

Now, I can finally stop being on edge.

The Devil mutters, thinking that the pertinent guests are all accounted for.

Until an hour later, that is, when they all appeared in his penthouse: Michael, Azrael, Remiel, Castiel, Gabriel, and the latest one, Raphael.

"Bloody Hell! What are you all doing back on Earth?"

"Oh, I just got here." Raphael raises his hands as if that would help with anything.

"Well, it has been decided we'll be doing dinner with Dad."

"I'm sorry. Come again?"

"Dinner with Dad," Michael reiterates, "Apart from Raph, He's the only other celestial who hasn't come to pay you a visit."

"Well, he did that one time I died."

"It doesn't count."

"Well, tell Dad I'm busy. Can you imagine how the mortals would react by seeing him in the flesh?"

"Don't worry, Luci. Dad knows what he's doing. In any case, how about you get on with the preparations?"

"Bloody Hell! I don't want to."

"Are you absolutely sure you want me, or any of us for that matter, to work on this?" Michael asks, and Lucifer looks on, horrified. The older twin or any other siblings, in fact, are not qualified at all to set up a dinner party. Wait, why is he considering this again?

"Nooooo." The Devil replies, in complete opposition of the occasion.

"Okay! Perfect!" Michael once again dismisses him and continues to give out instructions. "So, Gabby will deliver the invitations,"

"Hold on, what invitations?" Lucifer cuts him off, and hell, why won't Mikey stop talking?

"For your mortal friends, of course!"

"No, no, no, and no! Hell no! Did I mention no?"

Michael shrugs, "Well, as you can see, Gabby already left. We do have specific tasks for today, so better get to it! What is it, you always say? Ah! Chop-chop!" He claps his hands, and the rest of the angels disperse, leaving Lucifer on his lonesome, terrified. What in the world is the Almighty planning?

I mean, I would love to get a personal apology after punching Him in the face…

Lucifer's phone chimes, and he sees a message from an unknown number.

Get your ass in gear, brother.
-Michael, the superior twin. LOL

The Devil grimaces and shakes his head. He admits it's a little funny how Michael has somehow acclimated to human customs, but it's also annoying the shit out of him.

But of course, he has a choice. He would rather not cash in on any favor just to pull off a bloody family dinner he didn't ask for. Then again, Michael or his other siblings won't sit still even if he does. What would the Detective say?

Bollocks.

The Devil will be cashing in on a few favors after all.

Amenadiel opens the door of the apartment with a wailing baby strapped to his chest and sees Remiel. The latter frowns at the sight before her, not at all expecting the eldest of the bunch to be struggling with a mere infant.

"Hey, Remy! Come in." He steps down the stairs, and Remy follows suit. She scans the apartment to find it full of baby toys, and what the hell are those abominations on the ceiling and the handrails?

"Sorry, Linda is with another client, so I'm alone with Charlie, and I couldn't get him to stop crying. Say, could you pick up Lucifer so he could help me?"

Remy's brows furrows, "Lucifer, babysitting your son? Unlikely."

"No, no, you don't understand. Charlie likes his face. Like a lot."

"I believe Lucifer is currently engaged at the moment. Michael should be able to help since they look the same."

"No, no. He likes Lucifer's other visage."

"There must be something wrong with the child, then."

Amenadiel's face is blank as he stares at Remy, who somehow regrets the exchange.

"What are you doing back on Earth anyway?"

"Dad wants us to have dinner with him."

"In the Silver City?"

"No. Here. On Earth. That's why Lucifer's preoccupied. He's taking care of the venue and logistics."

"Whoa. And he's okay with this?"

"Well, I believe everyone did their part, so it should be a joyous gathering. In fact, we're inviting his other human friends. Gabby is taking care of that as we speak. He was supposed to deliver you the message, but I insisted on doing it instead."

"Oookay."

Castiel strolls in the precinct — telling Gabriel earlier that he'll pass on the message to Ella and the Detective, to which the latter didn't object because he has not met either —and quickly spots Chloe on her desk.

"Excuse me, Detective Decker?"

Chloe looks up and recognizes the silver-haired man and smiles.

"Oh, hey! Castiel, right?"

"That's correct. May I speak with you in private? And is Miss Lopez around?"

"Ella should be in her lab. Why don't we go pick her up along the way?"

"Alright."

The blonde leads them to the lab where Ella is neck-deep into her work, eyes almost glued to the microscope.

"Hey Ella," Chloe calls, and the forensic scientist finally looks up and sees Castiel.

"Castiel! Hi!" Ella envelops him in a quick hug "What are you doing here?"

"Yeah, what's this about anyway?"

"You both are cordially invited to a once in a lifetime dinner with the Almighty."

Castiel declares as if it's the most critical thing in the world. Ella and Chloe exchanged glances and almost couldn't contain their laughter because it sounded absurd.

"And, what, we're having dinner in Heaven?" Ella blurts out.

"No. Dad's coming down to Earth. Michael, Raphael, Gabriel, Azrael, and Remiel are already earthbound, doing their tasks while Lucifer is taking care of the venue... I have no idea where it's going to take place as of yet, but this would be your formal invitation."

His face says it all — he's actually serious about the family dinner.

"Lucifer is okay with this?" Chloe asks, genuinely concerned.

"To that, I'll say, it's an overdue conversation that is meant to happen sooner or later. Perhaps sooner is best. And Dad probably wants to meet you all, in person. Even though he's omniscient and all that, so, just come! Lucifer should be sending the details over once it's all sorted out."

"Great."

"Alright. See you both."