Chapter Two - Lucifer
Lucifer knew punishment. One could even say he was the first to ever be punished by God - by being kicked out of his home and sent to Hell for all eternity, to be hated and blamed for everything. And yes, that was a cruel punishment, but this one was even worse.
Getting him to go down to Hell on his own accord had to be his father's doing. The ironic thing was that Lucifer had finally learned to care about others around him and to be selfless, and to anything to help them, and that had led him right back to where he started. If he had never met the Detective, never cared about anyone on Earth, then he would have stayed. Lonely and friendless, yes. But anything was better than this pain.
Lucifer took a deep breath and stared across the hot wasteland that was Hell. He could almost hear the screams of pain, the begs for mercy, the sounds of guilt and punishment… he could taste their pain. All of his happiness that he had on Earth, with the Detective, it was all gone, replaced only with desire, desire to do something, anything.
Just because he was in Hell didn't mean he couldn't have fun.
Lucifer stood up and spread out his angel wings, strangely comforted by the glowing white feathers on his back. He wasn't a monster. He didn't belong here.
He needed to find a way out.
Of course, Lucifer had never planned on staying here for eternity. He was perfectly willing to go back and get the demons under control to save those he loved in Los Angeles, but he would certainly never want to stay here forever. He just didn't quite have a plan yet.
Lucifer soared off of his throne, enjoying the slight breeze in his hair, the wind in his face cooling him down considerably. He flew around for a while, not knowing where to go, but he landed rather suddenly, having come to a decision.
He looked in through the window of the first door he could see. And there was the person he wanted to talk to, his face contorted with misery, his unheard screams echoing throughout the boundless room…
"Excellent," Lucifer said with a small smile as he grabbed the burning hot handle and pushed the door open.