Two weeks before the charity event, Michael's corporate lobby was packed with people, all wanting aid. He strode through the crowd as quickly as possible, making his way to his private office. With a sigh of relief, he shut the door behind him. He stood by the glass wall to stare at the sky. He wanted to fly. He yearned to call forth his wings and leave the crowds behind. With an unhappy frown, he turned to the computer on his desk. He quickly pulled up all the files on Lucifer.

The first file was on the business operations of Lux. All public records seemed to indicate that the club was constantly packed, yet his brother operated at a loss. The cost of a top-notch sound system, high quality alcohol, paid entertainers and staff was most likely the reason. For his brother, money equaled freedom, and success was measured by the amount of sex and adoration the club brought Lucifer. Loss of money, or profits would not get Michael the result he wanted. No, Lucifer's club needed to fail on an emotional level. The humans needed to choose not to go.

Michael IM'ed his assistant. Get me a contact at the City – someone who inspects restaurants for health issues. As soon as his assistant messaged back, he punched in the number, "Mr. Harding, this is Michael Morningstar. Yes. I wonder, can you tell me when the last health inspection occurred for a club called Lux? Yes, I'll hold." Michael chuckled to himself. Using Lucifer's chosen last name was a stroke of genius. It would drive his brother crazy.

He pulled up the video file next. Anyone who applied for charity aid was interviewed. His staff had taped hundreds of applicants about their social habits, with Lux specifically mentioned. Difficult as it was, he managed to find a few people who held a grudge against Lux and Lucifer. The first was of a young woman with an alcohol problem. She spoke between sobs, her teary eyes looking directly into the camera, "I went to Lux almost every night. The club owner was very persuasive. I ended up drinking and having sex I couldn't even remember. He often took four or five people up to his bedroom." The young woman broke into tears, "It was the worst time of my life…" Michael smiled as he marked that one to post to social media. The next was of a young man with soft, dreamy eyes, "I met Lucifer at Lux. I thought he loved me. Afterward I realized I meant nothing to him. I couldn't cope without the drugs." Michael shook his head in disgust, and murmured to himself, "Lucifer will hate being blamed for their bad decisions."

When Mr. Harding came back on the phone, Michael listened carefully, "Oh, I see. Yes, I think you should definitely order a full inspection right away. Yes, he is my brother, but the safety of the citizens comes first. Right. Thank you."

He disconnected the call and pulled up the final file. It contained dozens of news articles he found on Lucifer. One in particular caught his attention, Local psychologist helps club owner escape from mental facility - Dr. Linda Martin of Beverly Hills…

He googled Linda Martin and soon had her office address. A visit to the doctor would most definitely give him more information to ruin Lucifer's life in Los Angeles. He tucked his hands in his pockets as he strolled to the elevators.

He arrived at her office 45 minutes later. He carefully approached the office door, listening for voices. All was quiet. Michael tried the door handle and found it unlocked. He entered and noticed the file cabinet. He closed the door and walked toward it.

"Breaking and entering is a crime, you know?" Maze sat in the far corner of the office, half hidden in shadow.

Michael slowly turned toward her, a smile fixed on his face. The smile disappeared as he realized he faced a demon. "What are you doing here? Escaped Hell while you master is playing?"

Maze laughed, "I forgot you don't know anything about me. You never bothered to see your twin brother after he fell, did you?"

Michael looked troubled for a moment, but shook himself back to the present, "I'm here to see Linda Martin. Where is she?"

Maze slowly got to her feet. "Out," she said angrily. "Now why don't you leave before things get… ugly." Her face transformed into her demonic visage.

Michael's dark wings appeared and he used them to swat Maze like a fly.

She rolled and came up with both knives ready. "That all you got, pretty boy?"

He laughed and waited for her to attack.

She lunged forward, leaping as his wing tip sliced toward her. With a cry she dropped her knife and gripped her bloody arm. She fell to one knee and panted for breath, while she watched him carefully from under her lashes.

Michael swaggered toward her, "Enough. Tell me what I need to know, or I'll end you."

He walked right into her trap.

Maze pushed off the floor, fist crashing up into his chin with enough force to knock him off his feet and backward onto the carpet. She straddled him using her good arm to hold her knife against his throat. She sneered down at him, "Maybe I'll end you."

At that moment, the door to the office opened and Linda stepped inside. She rushed forward, "Maze, are you all right?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. This moron is Lucifer's twin, Michael."

Linda peered down at him. "Yep. Like looking in a mirror, if the mirror had beautiful green eyes..." She gave him a cautious offer, "If Maze lets you up, will you promise not to harm either one of us?"

Michael didn't move, anger poured off him at being bested by a demon. He gritted his teeth, "Yes. I promise."

Linda touched her friend lightly on the shoulder, "Let him up, Maze."

Mazikeen cursed under her breath. "This is a mistake."

"Please, Maze."

With a disgusted sigh, she stepped away from Michael and looked at Linda, "I'll be right outside."

Michael gingerly got up, rubbed his neck and folded away his wings. "Thank you. I simply wanted to talk to you but the demon got a little upset."

"She's my friend."

Michael stared at her as if she was insane. "You are friends with a demon? I really don't understand this place at all."

Linda went into 'doctor' mode, "Then why do you stay?"

"I have to get Lucifer back to Hell."

"Why?"

"It's where he's supposed to be."

"Did God tell you that?"

"Well, no. But he is the lord of Hell. He has to go back."

"What if someone else became the lord of Hell?"

Michael's glazed look reminded her so much of Lucifer that she smiled, "I've gotten to know Lucifer pretty well these last several years and even though I can't talk to you as his doctor, as his friend, I can say that he is trying to be a good man. He has found something here in Los Angeles that he wants very badly."

Michael frowned at her, "My brother always finds something he wants very badly. That's why he was sent away."

Linda gave him a gentle look, "You and Lucifer were close before he fell?"

"He is my twin. We would finish each other's thoughts."

"I'm sure you missed him very much. Just as he missed you."

A fond smile appeared on Michael's face, only to abruptly disappear as he realized what Linda was doing. "Oh, you are good, Doctor." He turned to leave with a final thought, "But it won't change what I need to do."