Kali can hear the wind howling and before he even opens her eyes, she knows the sky will be close to black. She sits up from the couch she'd been sleeping on and twists her back until she feels a satisfying pop. She opens her eyes, and sure enough, probably the worst storm Los Angeles has seen in a century is raging outside.

Storm raging is the worst LA county has seen in 80 years.

Okay, so he was off by 20.

Local weather authorities are calling it an act of God.

Kali has her doubts on that. She figures if God himself is planning on ruining today, she'd do it with a little more flair than some rain clouds. But a couple of asshole angels? Yeah. That sounds about right.

No one of her angel brother in law were happy about her actions. The spell which ahe cast did not work because the big guy was protecting his blonde cop with the destiny to make Lucifer fall in love with her.

"Kali" said a male voice and the woman turned around to see a man near to the `s eyes narrow, the dark complexion, scruffy facial hair, worn clothes all seem familiar. She has it in an instant. "Yeshua."

Kali made a step back away from the man with fear in her wanted to use her magic but she was not soo stupid to hurt the favorite son of God.

Yeshua. Yehoshua. Jesus.

Fucking Jesus Christ.

Kali swallows. She's not ashamed to admit that she's slightly terrified. Angels she can deal with. They can't really do anything to her that she hasn't already done to herself. This one however, is different.

" I am not going to hurt you daughter of Arthur Pendragon the Once and Future King and Emrys the Most Powerful Sorcerer To Ever Live"Yeshua confirms.

Kali restrains a wince at the name.

That begs the question, why are you here Yeshua?" Kali asks pointedly.

Yeshua releases a deep breath." Your papa Marlin is angry at you"

The woman has the grace to look somewhat abashed at that. "Why?

"The spell"

Kali's grin was positively feral but the illusion was broken as she started to laugh, shaking his head. Yeshua smirked but then became completely serious.

"I know that you are the most powerful witch just like your papa but we have rules. You used a death spell on a innocent woman

"Innocent?!" The woman snapped. " That bitch stole my husband. Your father hates my so much which created her and put her on Lucifer path only to pissed me off. Because of your brothers I lost my kids for millenniums"The tone is cold and sharp and filled with so much hate.

" My brothers," Yeshua began.

" I'm going to kill them." Kali's face, already strange in its new thinness, twisted into fury redder than anything Yeshua had ever seen aimed at himself. "I'm going to rip out their spine and use it as a watch chain. When I'm done with them, blood is going to be the new black."

Yeshua`s brows raised a fraction, but all he said was, "You're playing with high stakes,"

"I am one of the High Priestesses of the Triple Goddess were one of the most important figures in the Old Religion. I have no fear. I am not afraid of your father. He cannot hurt me or touch me. You and I have both seen what happens when your dad really wants to stop something. Great floods. Plagues. Famine. This isn't that. Which means this? This is the angelic equivalent of a temper tantrum."

"My father ..."Yeshua fumes.

"I lost my kids for years. Your featheries asses of brothers raised my kids tought them how to fight , how to be a weapon against my demons and my wizards and witchies. You attacked to my home ,Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, destroying everything. Your angel sister ,Destiny , messed up with Harry Potter and Hermione Granger`s life wanted them marry with Ron and Ginny Weasley. "Kali protests vehemently.

Yeshua was guilty for his siblings` actions. Kali was his favorite sister even her religion was against his own lessons. The angels were terrified of her because she has power over Lucifer. The former angel was very powerful and Dad`s favorite son before Lucifer`s revolution.

"I am sorry. It is not your fault " Kali smiles at him, but Yeshua notices that sadness still lingers in her eyes.

"Why are you here?"Kali questions somewhat put out, staring at Yeshua.

" Your children is in danger "Yeshua saying reaches forward to Kali.

The womanreacts on instinct, grabbing Yeshua's wrist and pulling his hand away, eyes flashing cold. "WHAT?!"

Everyone in Lux was gone; no one had dared to return since his earlier outburst. He made it perfectly clear that there would be no grand celebrations for a while. An empty club meant he had all of the booze in the bar for himself, and he was quick to take advantage of it. Many already empty bottles were lined up against the bartop, while some were in shards on the floor. Every once in a while he shoved an armful to the side to make room for more, and he loathed to think he would need to migrate upstairs sooner or later. If he kept drinking straight through his wares he wouldn't have any left.

He wasn't concerned about having beverages for the next patrons that would be welcomed into his club. His mind was too distant from such Earthly problems, he could barely grasp the concept of opening Lux later tonight, or even tomorrow. His dark eyes drank in the equally dark sight of his empty establishment, a hollow feeling swallowing up his insides. There was something so final about it, and he felt almost like he was mourning this bloody place as he carefully studied each detail he could see in the darkness.

Letting out a sharp breath, Lucifer threw back what remained in his glass, and rose to his feet to stride towards his piano. His limbs felt heavy and his stumbled over his own feet, his metabolism not quite catching up with all of the alcohol in his body just yet. He sat down on his bench and drifted his fingers across the keys with a feather light touch, not hard enough to make a sound, but just enough that he felt their presence against the pads of his fingers. When he withdrew his hand, something caught in his throat. Everything felt so final. His subconscious had come to a decision he was unwilling to acknowledge just yet. The longer he tried to ignore the pressing thoughts in the darkest area of his mind, the harder it was to breathe. He pressed the heels of his palms harshly into his eyes and dug his fingers into his hair to keep himself grounded but the inner pain didn't subside.

He wretched himself away from his instrument, back on trembling legs and one of his hands reached for his phone on instinct. His fingers had brought up Kali`s contact information without much thought, and he stared at the smiling face on his screen, swallowing thickly. He wanted to call, wanted to hear her reassuring voice. He wanted to tell her about the darkness plaguing his thoughts, the road he seemed to be headed, and he wanted to hear her concern.

But that was only because...she didn't know who he was. He thought back to Linda, staring straight ahead of herself, bottom lip trembling in terror as the image of his charred face processed through her mind, and he thought of Kali being in that position, finally knowing who he was. She would be scared, she would be furious, and she would undoubtedly hate him, and the worst part about it? She had every right.

The phone slipped out of his hand and fell onto the floor with a sharp crack. Simultaneously, the dark cloud he has been fighting against finally swallowed up his thoughts entirely, his frantic train of thought crashing to a halt.

He was so stupid and blind. Chloe were created because of his father and Lucifer choose her over his own wife and kids.

His kids. His beautiful daughter and son

The Devil abandoned all pretense of his stature and sprinted down the corridor. He leaned against the wall. The doors to the healing ward was closed, and he knew the healers wouldn't let him in anyway. Even if he was their king, they still commanded some power.

After all they were more than qualified to deal with this, and he knew if he was there he would just get in the way. Still he couldn't help it.

Lucifer`s nails curled against the wall. His eyes closed, his head leaning against the wall. He wanted to smash it and all at once cling to it. If this had been any of his other wives he would have been nervous sure, but he knew they would be able to handle it. They were a demon, a succubus, and sorceress respectively. But her, she was his mate. She had fallen with him, she was his closest link to that life, to before. He hadn't even known angels were able to propagate. It had a been a surprise to both of them when she had conceived. But surely He would have planned for this? Surely if it was written that he would fall, He would have foreseen such things. He hoped against hope that He hadn't neglected to do it. The Devil hoped this wasn't punishment... After all he had kept out of the Host's way, had done his job.

Devil inhaled shakily and ran a hand through his hair. He smiled warily, it still scared him some times just how much he relied on Kali. Just how quickly he would unravel if she wasn't there.

Afterall, she had always been there. She had held him when he had broken. When he had been too battered to raise his head from the hot ground. She had been his pillar when he had gotten overwhelmed. She kept his wives together, kept Hell and the palace from spiraling out of control. If she was gone... If she was taken from him... Lucifer vehemently shook his head. He would not dwell on such thoughts, not when he knew how angry she would be if word got back to her.

The door opened. Lucifer's eyes snapped open, he didn't really have the energy to pretended he was alright, but he kept his posture lax and folded his arms, using one of his long legs he propped it against the wall.

The healer, Amy he thought her name was looked at him. If she thought his posture unbelievable she kept it to herself. Instead she smiled, her eyes dancing.

"Your Majesty, come meet your children."

He was going to ask about her but the healer had already went inside. He gathered his nerves and went as well.

He made his way to her and she opened her eyes and gave him a tired smile.

"En Aziazor, I hope you didn't worry to much?"

Lucifer shook his head, his eyes shinning. He took her hand and kissed it. They did not use their tongue of their past much unless they felt the situation warranted it, this was perfect time as any. Finally he looked down at the cradle in between them. Two children, a boy and a girl lay side by side. Asleep their wings twitching every so often.

Wait... Wings?Lucifer completely let go of Naamah's hand and instead crouched down to see. He was right, they had wings. Apparently He still loves Lucifer enough to grant him this. Involuntarily the Devil closed his eyes and for the first time since his fall he reached out to Him.

"Elo Elasa Barinu En Aziazor."

He opened his eyes to see the children in Kali's arms. She was sitting up and smiling at him.

"You thanked Him as well didn't you?"

He smiled and nodded, he felt a wave of relief knowing he hadn't been the only one.

He moved to the chair that now stood in place of the cradle next to her.

He reached down and touched his children. Marveling at their beauty.

"My darling, you're perfect. Thank you for giving me two more things to be joyous about."

Kali gave him a brilliant smile.

"Thank you, Ol Aziazor Elasa."

"Ol Aziazor Elasa."

Lucifer said back. Leaning closer to give her a chaste kiss on the lips. She hummed and leaned against his shoulder.

"Do you have names for them?" He asked.

She nodded, she motioned to their son,

"Hevtor, he who tames. He will rise above his enemies. He will conquer whatever is in his path."

Lucifer smiled and gently took his son his arms, and whispered in his ear,

"Hello Hector. I want you to know I love you everlastingly."

He looked up at Kali again to see her looking at them lovingly.

His eyes fell to their daughter.

"Aria, she who creates. She has magic in her I can feel it."

He gently gave Hector back to Kali and gingerly held their daughter in his arms.

"Hello Aria, I want you to know, I love you eternally."

And for the briefest of moments they had it all. For a few rare, precious moments they had Heaven in Hell.

So, you needed my help?" The voice shook her out of thoughts and she was left gaping when she saw who it belonged to.

"Lucifer..." she breathed.

"Yes, that is my name. You're quick today, Detective," Lucifer shot back, crossing his arms.

Chloe's eyes roamed his figure. He was still not looking his best, but there was a certain upgrade from last time. This time his clothes actually fit him.

"How... How are you?" she stood up from her desk looking at him worriedly.

"I'm fine," he answered, annoyance shining in his eyes. "I-" He was about to snap at her but the faint voice in his ear made him reconsider.

" You dont love me anymore"

Lucifer's eyes softened as hrr voice spoke to him. If he closed his eyes it was almost as if she was really there with him. That is why this day was the most hurtful but also the best day of every year. For a day he could pretend that she was still here, that she had been by his side ever since the dawn of time. But he could also never forget the truth and that was the reason for his breakdowns days before. This day was also a cruel reminder of what was ripped away from him.

"I know," he whispered softly under his breath, before returning his attention to Chloe. "I heard you needed my help."

Chloe stared at him bewildered.

"Detective?" he raised his eyebrows, feeling his initial annoyance creep back in.

"Uh-" she gulped, "Yeah. "

Chloe delved into the new case, relaying all the information while still watching Lucifer carefully.

" I cannot help you "

It was only when they were at his place, making sure that things were ready for the undercover job that was happening at Lux that she let it slip, her curiosity getting the best of her.

" Look if it is about Kali.."

Lucifer who had been tying his tie calmly, spun around quickly, narrowed eyes meeting hers. "Don't you dare speak that name." His eyes flickered red and his voice took an unnaturally deep tone.

Chloe took a frightened step backwards. "S-sorry."

" I know how you fell"Chloe said warily, uncertain of what to think of his behaviour and starting to get frightened by the frantic look in his eyes.

His eyes flashed back to her. And she's never seen so much rage, so much uncontrolled chaos there that she took an involuntary step back. He only took a step closer. They danced like this till she was pressed against the building wall, the cold bricks her only anchor against the fire in his eyes.

"Tell me detective do you know what it's like? Do you know what's it like to have to grit your teeth and watch as your children are raised by a family you hate? And I'm not talking about in-law hate. No, I'm talking about real hate, a cold-hearted hatred where I'd murder them all without any hesitation if I thought I could get away with it."

He smiled, she was shaking. He leaned closer.

"Tell me detective, have you ever hated your family so much you've fantasized about tying them down and slowly burning them as they screamed, always stopping short of killing them so you could do it all again? Maybe mix it up, use knives instead of fire?"

She didn't remember how to speak. She didn't even know if she remembered how to breathe.

"Answer me!"

He roared.

She jumped.

"N-no. No I've never felt hatred like that."

He shook his head, chuckling softly. His face all at once almost tender. She had the sudden urge to apologize, to do anything to not see that look of anger on his face again.

She shifted slightly, only to be pinned back against the wall by his eyes. He stared at her like she was dirt, like gum on the underside of his Italian shoes.

His voice had gone soft again, almost disarmingly soft. If she couldn't hear the ice laced in his words she would have thought he'd be saying something romantic.

"No detective you don't. You don't know what it's like. So don't you ever pass judgment on me again. Are we clear?"

She just stared at him wide eyed.

His eyes hardened, embers of fire.

"I asked you a question Chloe. I said are we clear?"

And somehow using her name made it so much more worse.

"Y-yes sir."

He smirked, finally moving away, Chloe's chest heaved. She blinked, the bright sunshine almost blinding her. She turned to see he was gone.

Aria woke with a scream clawing up her throat, chest aching as she tried to catch her breath. She instinctively pulled away from the hand that was on her, skin crawling, and she'd be embarrassed about the whimper that slipped past her lips, about the panting of her ragged breaths, except she didn't know where she was or who was touching her and she just knew she had to get away.

"Shh, shhh," the person beside her soothed, shifting back away from him. Aria blinked, trying to force her eyes to focus in the dark. "You were having a nightmare."

Oliver. She would know Oliver's voice anywhere, a beacon of light to guide her through the dark, and she let out a shaky breath, an almost sob, as she relaxed back into the bed.

"You're okay," Oliver soothed, moving back in again to settle against Aria's side.

Aria's breaths were still coming too hard and too fast, sweat coating her skin, but she couldn't quite manage to calm herself down.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" Oliver asked softly, hand moving to Aria's hair.

She took in a deep, slow breath, focussing on the feel of Oliver's fingers threading through her hair. Her out breath shook, but the next breath came easier, and the next, until she was breathing normally again.

"Aria?" Oliver prompted, and Aria sighed in response.

"I dunno. I don't…I just remember someone screaming, that's all."

Oliver didn't remind her that it was she who screamed, and for that ahe was grateful. Oiver just cuddled into Aria instead, settling a hand over her chest.

"You're safe here," Oliver whispered, curling around her protectively. "No one can get you here."

"Dont leave me," Aria whispered, turning her head towards Oliver.

" I am sorry. I never wanted to hurt you. But I am here with you. "Oliver. whispered before pressing a chaste kiss to Aria 's lips. "I don't know who's going to kiss you when I'm gone ,so I'm going to love you now like it's all I have. I know it'll kill me when it's over I don't want to think about it and I want you to love me now."

Aria nodded, pulling Oliver in just a little bit more. "I love you too."

Hector reaches out, frowns when his hand meets cooling sheets instead of warm skin. His hand searches around for a moment, finding nothing, before his eyes flutter open and he shifts, leaning his weight onto his left forearm as he looks into the bathroom. Ella's not there either.

But she was, and recently, judging by the fogged up mirror and the woodsy smell of Hector's shampoo lingering in the warm, moist air coming out of the bathroom. Ella's clothes are still strewn across the bedroom floor from the early hours of the morning, when she stripped down out of her clotges and into some of Hector's clothes, practically collapsing into bed, curling herself around her pillow.

Hector had been a little slower, a little more precise, and when she finally slipped into bed he could only manage to keep his eyes open long enough to pull Ella to him, to situate them just the way Hector wanted.

A shuffling outside the bedroom door calls Hector's attention, and he looks up to see Ella walking into the bedroom in Hector's borrowed clothes, tray full of food balanced in hee arms. Hector sits up against the headboard, gives Ella a sleepy, content smile as Ella sets the tray down on top of the duvet and sits down, cross-legged, her knee pressed against Hector's thigh.

Ella holds out a mug of coffee to him. "I made breakfast."

"So I see."

Ella gives him a little smile, picks up a piece of melon with her fingers and pops it into sher mouth as Hectoe takes a sip of his coffee, made just the way Ella knows he likes it. They eat, and at some point Hector turns on MLB network, and watches the recaps from the games the night before. Ella pulls out the Times crossword and a pen and starts filling in answers between bites of toast and sips of juice, and Hectoe lets his hand rest on Ella's thigh, idly strokes, and tries to ignore the crumbs Ella is probably leaving in the bed that became theirs the minute Ella spent his first night there.

Hector's hand travels to Ella's other thigh, slips up her hip and curls around, stroking the bare skin exposed by a t-shirt that's ridden up. Ella makes a little noise of contentment Hector`s pretty sure is subconscious, and Hector leans in, kisses her. Ella meets his eyes, smiles, chases the kiss with one of his own before looking back down at her crossword.

Hector`s so fucking happy, and he can't believe he waited so long for this, was so unsure about what his life with Ella could be like. Not when he knows what he knows now.

"Ella?"

She hums, looks up. Smiles at him, soft and sure.

"Zenith."

Ella's eyebrows draw together. "What?"

"Seven down."

Ella looks down, laughs, says, "Thanks," and scribbles in the word.

Hector watches her, affection threatening to brim over when Ella wrinkles her nose, taps the paper with the cap of the pen. This is what Hector wants, every morning.