"Who on Earth would've believed that the assistant was the murderer the whole time!" Exclaimed Chloe incredulously.

She was on her way back to Lux with Lucifer who was wearing an unbearably satisfied smirk on his face upon another successful closure of a homicide case.

"I mean all the evidence suggested it was the wife!" She continued, as she shook her head rigidly in disbelief. She heard a chuckle from Lucifer beside her. She spared him a glance.

"What?" She enquired, with a hint of amusement lacing her voice.

"Oh nothing, you are welcome, as always." He replied smugly.

The woman beside him chuckled before she admitted, "Yep, you've did it again."

She turned to him before she sincerely added, "Thank you."

Lucifer only responded with self-satisfied nod.

And with that they drove over to Lux in comfortable silence.

On the way back, Chloe's mind wandered to earlier this morning in the hospital ward with Gabriel…

Gabe was hyperventilating vigorously, so much that Chloe immediately hung up after she hissed a panicky 'I'll call you back.' She rushed over to him and lowered her eyes to his, not caring that she was standing in a puddle of coffee.

"Gabriel, what's wrong? What's the matter?!" She interrogated as she grabbed his wrists, shaking him gently in the process.

Meanwhile the signal on the EKG was going ballistic.

"Help!" She called out, "We need a nurse!"

Almost instantly, the same nurse reappeared beside them.

"What's happened?" She inquired.

"I don't know, I was on the phone one minute and the next he just-"

"It's alright ma'am please step aside. I've seen this before. It's PTSD, judging from his heartrate." She informed knowledgably. "It is often triggered by sights, smells or even words and phrases."

Chloe watched as the brunette woman reached for needle and a bottle of colourless liquid only to draw some up and after a quick test, inject Gabriel with the sedative.

It only took moments for his breathing to return to normal, and several more for his heart to slow and before they knew it Gabe's eyes began to close.

Chloe couldn't believe that Lucifer's name could have frightened him so much. It definitely had to be his name. Did he know him from before? And if he did, what has happened between them that the mention of his name could cause such a reaction from him? Was he too someone who owed him a favour? Could he help her solve the puzzled of Lucifer Morningstar? She wondered as she absently tapped her finger against the steering wheel.

All these questions just kept piling up on her. A very annoying habit her thoughts have conjured ever since her first encounter with Lucifer. Until then her thoughts were simple. Far less complicated and straight forward.

Chloe let out a sigh.

It was 10.30pm already. She was too tired to think anyway. All she wanted right now was a hot shower before she threw herself into her bed. Yet the horrified look on Gabriel's face kept resurfacing in her mind.

She promised herself then and there that she would visit Gabe, first thing in the morning. Only when she did so the next day, he was no longer there.

Earlier that afternoon…

Gabe wandered the darkening streets of Los Angeles with his hands in his jeans pockets. It was getting late. Judging from the sun, he concluded it was around 8 or 9pm. They let him out, shortly after 4pm. He was wearing the same clothes they found him in. He was grateful to get out of his hospital 'outfit'. The whole 'open at the back nightie thing' wasn't too comfortable. Not to mention awkward.

His nurse was very kind to him. He even learned her name. Katrina. She was a very sweet brunette with knowing and compassionate auburn eyes. He smiled at her memory.

She told him to look after himself and that help was always available to those suffering from PTSD. By 'help' of course she was referring to a therapist. But whatever, Gabe thought it was still nice of her to offer advice to a complete stranger. As always, humans never failed to surprise him that way.

She told him about his little episode. He scoffed. He was more embarrassed about it than he would care to admit. Especially because both Chloe and Katrina were there and he could only imagine how pitiful he looked. But he just couldn't help it.

For a second there he thought his brother was still alive. Or worse: roaming free. And that Michael and everyone else was dead. Including Cas and the Winchesters. God now that would have really sucked. Thankfully the Detective was still there when he woke up, thirty minutes later. He immediately began showering her with frantic questions like why was she receiving a call from Lucifer and how is he still alive but she just looked at him in confusion explaining that she had a partner known as Lucifer. She said that he was under the impression that he was the actual devil and that he was eccentric that way. She even went as far as explaining his daddy issues and speaking in crazy metaphors calling his father 'God' and all that.

Gabe scoffed again. Well for one, his own father seriously had a weird sense of humour and second, no wonder this Lucifer guy has daddy issues. Imagine getting named after the devil. Though his eyebrows furrowed at that.

He still didn't quite believe all that she has told him. If there was one thing that he learned during his time in witness protection was that you can never be too careful and that imposters are to be avoided. And that's what he was going to do. Avoid this Lucifer for as long as he could. Not that he could hide from him if he was the real deal.

He sighed. His footsteps made an echo on the empty alley. Well, at least he was alive, he thought. Even though his dad left him without a dime, pointers to the right direction and angel mojo but he would just have to go with it.

As he walked he could feel the warmth of the setting sun. He could feel the breeze pass him by. All these new sensations. He almost found himself smiling.

He wondered like this for a while, just wherever his feet took him, until he began to feel tired. He really didn't like this sensation. He could walk for years without breaking a sweat before, but now? After 4 hours he was completely wrecked. His feet ached. He had this weird sensation in his mouth and his head started to feel sore too. He had to stop.

He let out a frustrated sigh before he caught sight of his unlaced shoelaces. He knelt down to tie them. While he was tying them didn't know why, but he glanced to his left. Perhaps it was by chance or maybe Fate was screwing with his head as she did with everyone else. He spotted a nice chapel. It was imposing like most of the others but it gave him an idea.

He stood up and a smirk appeared on his face. He glanced up to the sky, still smirking.

"You know daddy-o, how about I stay at yours for tonight?" He said, then headed towards the chapel.

He opened the brown polished doors which slightly creaked upon his arrival, but made no other protests. As soon as he entered the smell of incense and burning candles hit him. Not much has changed in five hundred years that's for sure. He made his way towards the altar. He regarded the walls on his way though. On one side he saw the Stations of the Cross while on the other he saw a couple of statues of saints with candles burning in front of them. And of course stain glassed windows everywhere. Gabe spun around and continued walking backwards. The carpet in the middle of the isle was red and his feet seemed to sink into them as he walked. He chuckled quietly. He spun back around and before he knew it, he was facing the altar with a Golden Cross suspended upon three cables above it. He stood there for quite a while. Not sure how to do this.

Then after a couple of minutes of pouting and gaping he just threw his arms up.

"Well this is awkward." And with that he went up the altar and sat down in front of it with his back leaning against the cool stone.

He took a deep breath.

Then he began to vent.

"So Dad. Wassup? I am splendid considering I nearly died twice in a day. Thanks for asking." He began sarcastically, though he soon remembered how he tried killing Dean numerous times. In hindsight, that must've sucked. Anyway, he readdressed his father.

"But hey, I'm not complaining. I'll take being a mortal over being dead any day. And I guess I really am thankful you saved my ass back there. I mean, Woo! It was a close call." He admitted as he placed his hand where Luci stabbed him. You couldn't see the dried blood on his black shirt but he could feel it all right. "Not to mention that you actually answered."

He then let the hand fall and continued tenderly, "But why here? Why now? And why like this?! I mean dad, seriously. What good am I now? I don't even know what I'm supposed to do." He spread his arms in desperation. "At least before, I could do some justice. You know. Teach a bunch of dicks a lesson. And even try to resolve our family issue. I mean I can see the end didn't happen. Duh! I'm not dumb." He felt the need to add. "So we 'won'; it was worth it. Yay! But I can't hear anyone, I have no way to contact the Winchester's and I don't have a bloody dime to my name! And then there is this Lucifer guy who you threw in my path I mean seriously?" He stared up at the ceiling accusingly. "Your sense of humour sucks FYI. If you think this is funny. Cos no one's laughing."

He sighed, grudgingly. He was doing this far too often for his liking.

"I just," He could feel his eyes begin to sting – damn these emotions! "I just feel so lost Dad. I don't know what to do. What would you have me do Old Man?"

The shuffling of feet snapped him out of his conversation with the 'Old Man' and found himself facing a priest with his hands joined in front of him. He wore the usual suit with a silver cross pinned on his black blazer. He approached Gabriel with understanding eyes and a hint of amusement clearly plastered on his face.

It took Gabe a moment to realise how weird he must've looked sitting with his back against the altar and calling God 'Old Man'. He allowed a sheepish smile as he got up to his feet.

"Eh, sorry about-" He gestured towards the altar, "That. I just find I easier to talk to da-him, this way right now that is…" He then seemed to sadden, "If he is listening…"

To that Father Lawrence only chuckled. Gabe looked at the man slightly surprised.

"You know, out of all the prayers I have heard in my life, I have never heard a prayer as honest and as entertaining as yours."

Gabe couldn't help and sound a relieved laugh. As he did so, he pocketed his hands.

"Yeah, well. God and I. We were always sort of informal you know. He always seemed a bit uncomfortable with the kneeling, and worshipping and-." Gabe stopped abruptly realising he might have let too much slip.

The Father only continued to look at him with amusement.

"Well, God speaks to us in different ways. Why can't we address him differently?" He voiced.

"I agree." Gabe agreed.

The Father took a seat on the front pew and gestured for Gabe to sit. He did.

"I couldn't help but over hear your prayer - I was just about to lock up you see – and it would appear to me that you are looking for guidance." He said knowingly.

"I guess you could say it that way." Said Gabe as he crossed his arms. "I mean, I'm pretty sure god," He allowed his brows to shoot upwards, "is responsible for saving me. I'm only after surviving a car crash and I somehow ended up in a coma or something." He continued as he as thinking of a good and authentic backstory for himself. "Only to realise, I'm broke, with no relatives and homeless. As you can guess I'm in a bit of a pickle. And I am not going to lie, I came here hoping to crash here for the night. I even picked out a nice spot by the confessional box."

The Father chuckled again. He just couldn't help it. But then he became a little more solemn.

"Why yes, I understand it is not easy recovering from something like that. Perhaps there is a reason why God has brought you here. I may just be able give you what you need, well just until you get back on your feet."

"Really? And what is that?"

"My caretaker just left a few days ago. He was in charge of maintenance and keeping the place in one piece. You know, fixing things, painting walls whatever there was needed to be done. How would you feel about fulfilling that role?"

Gabe arched his eyebrows at the man's generosity and he gave him a genuine smile but before he could answer the priest added, "Not to mention a roof over your head and food three times a day. How does that sound?"

"That sounds great. I might just take you up on that offer. Thank you." Replied Gabe, thankfully. "But only for a short while Father, I mean I don't want to out stay my welcome."

"You are welcome and do not worry, you may stay as long as you need," The Father laughed. "And congratulations! You are our new caretaker." He said as he patted Gabriel on the shoulder.

Gabe couldn't help but to chuckle. Not just cos of his luck. But because of the priest's kindness and willingness to help him. There it goes again, taking him by surprise: humanity. He guessed it was worth taking their side.

Just then Gabe's stomach emitted a sound quite similar to a whale's mating call, which silenced them both.

Gabe eyed his stomach in shock. Was this the after effect of Luci's stab? Was he dying? What was this weird twisted feeling in his stomach? And before he knew it he worriedly asked the Father, "Am I going to die?!" while clutching his stomach.

The priest laughed heartily at that. He even had to wipe a tear.

"Gabriel, one would believe you have never felt hungry before."

Oh.

Oh.

Now it made sense.

Hunger.

He was feeling hunger.

Well it has been a while since he ate the two KitKats Chloe bought for him.

He let out a sigh of relief. "Thank god," he muttered before he shot a cynical look upwards.

The Father, who was still laughing, got up and gestured Gabriel to follow.

"How about some dinner? My treat?" He offered.

"Oh but I-"

"I insist. I haven't laughed like this in a good while."

Let's just say, Gabe did not need any more convincing. He followed him outside.

"By the way," Said the priest offering his hand, "Father Frank."

Gabe smiled. "Gabriel. But call me Gabe."

They shook hands as Gabe smiled at him.

"Good Morning!" Exclaimed Father throwing the curtains open in Gabriel's quarters.

Gabe, who has been hugging his pillow in his sleep, started and then squirmed as to why he has been roused so early.

"Wha-Father? What…What are you doing? What time is it?!"

"Gabriel, nice of you to join us. It is 5am and there is work to be done." He said cheerfully.

Gabriel groaned in response.

"There is also a christening on today so I'm going to need you to-"

He was interrupted by Gabriel's snores.

The priest only stared at him for a moment.

"Gabriel!"

"Wha-What? I'm up! I'm-ugh."

Frank smirked.

"Breakfast's in ten." He informed.

"Yeepie!" Emitted Gabriel sarcastically while he rubbed his eyes.

"If I were you, I'd hurry. Your coffee is going to get cold." He added amusingly before he walked out. "Giddy up."

As Gabe mopped the tiles of the chapel with dark circles under his eyes, he couldn't help but recall his dinner with Frank. He never thought he would be a fan of spicy stuff he always sorts of leaned towards sweet stuff but the restaurant he took him served the most delicious taco ever! And he was surprised how he was able to wolf down three of those, in hindsight but he was just so hungry. Sole de Javier really made an impression on him.

He thought it was all so weird. How he completely forgot about everything just because hunger has taken over him. No wonder humans go crazy sometimes. Hunger was torture.

He frowned.

Thirst was another one. He wondered how humans even coped with these two on a daily basis.

"Gabriel," Called Frank from the chapel entrance.

"Yes, Father." Said Gabe, as he leaned on the mop.

"I'm heading out to a Youth Centre, I'll be back shortly."

"Sure thing, Father."

"I noticed there are a few pieces of chewing gum stuck underneath the pews, would you mind getting rid of those, once you finish mopping?" He enquired good naturedly.

Gabe only chuckled.

"One does not chew the Body of Christ." Said Gabe in a deep tone as he remembered seeing a grandfather scold his grandson for chewing gum in church. And since the kid had no other choice, he quickly stuck it under his seat.

Frank laughed because he happened to spot that too, and waved him bye.

"Be back before noon!"

Half an hour later Gabe was eyeing the pews from an angle that he was hoping he would never have to eye pews from: underneath.

It wasn't all that bad, he thought at first. He guessed that the kid with the chewing gum and his grandfather were regulars because underneath the pew that he was scraping with a chisel was covered with chewing gum. From different occasions, judging from their visible squishiness.

As he was gently scraping them off with a chisel, not to damage the woodwork when one stuck to the chisel and it refused to detach itself from the seat. Since it was already stuck to his chisel he thought the wisest thing would be to pull. So he did. Until it eventually gave in and let go, slapping him on the nose in the process. He only glared at the gum hanging off his chisel.

He then glanced to his right and then he spotted something that almost horrified him: A massive, dark green, mouldy piece which even had white fluff around the edges. Gabe's eyes widened in disgust.

"Oh God!" He mouthed with his eyes wide in terror, before he peeped his head from under the pew and raised index finger to the ceiling angrily.

"Okay dad, if this is for that one time I stuck gum to your chair in your study, I am just letting you know: I'm a Saint among my siblings! Ya hear me? A friggin' Saint! And it was that one time! Just try and tell me that you have never stuck gum under your chair! I dare ya! You gather everyone up for senior management meeting and then you show up like 4 hours later, of course my chewing gum was gonna get out of taste!" He then continued prying more furiously, peeking out from underneath the pew every time he addressed his father.

"And FYI, Balthazar drank half of your brandy while we waited on you! I only know cos he gave me some but that's not the point! He wasn't even supposed to be there! Then there's Uriel too! Now wait till you hear this!" He gave the ceiling an exasperated look, "You know that cute little glass kitten you had beside your first copy of Genesis? Yeah? Remember how you were looking for it for ages? And how important it was to you cos it was the first thing that Samandriel made. Well guess what! Uriel shattered it in a million little pieces! It's not that big of a surprise really, I mean you do realise he is basically a bull in a china shop…But the guy couldn't even remember how it looked like so he just shoved it under the mat instead of reassembling it. I caught them all red handed, in case you are doubting me. But did I tell you? No. You know why? Cos you sort of have a reputation with the whole wrath thing and I'm a nice brother. Which usually involves cleaning up people's messes... But I ask thee daddy dearest: who's sin was the most hideous out of the three? Huh? Huh? But still I don't see Balthazar going to rehab or Uriel polishing your glass menagerie as a punishment. Bloody hell. And they call this justice…"

Frank has been more than upset by the time he reached the chapel. He's just found out what Connor has really been up to and how badly he has been involved with drug dealing. It hurt him so much to see him fall this far. It made him feel as if he failed him in some way down the line. But the imaginary conversion that he walked in on between Gabriel and his 'father' who he was now starting to believe was more of his biological father rather than his heavenly father from the sounds of it, and the sight of Gabriel pointing an accusing finger to the ceiling made the ache in his heart lessen a little and he allowed a smile. He left Gabriel to his work and he walked away shaking his head still smiling.

'He is a funny one.' He thought.

So that's how Gabriel spent his days as a chapel caretaker. Between carrying out his duties and arguing with his father at the injustice of some of his duties he spent a great deal walking and getting to know the city. He has gotten the general gist of being human, including the whole issue with urinating and the other form of sorcery that come out the other end. As well as eating, hygiene and feelings. Ugh God. Those were the worst. He felt everything. Hunger, thirst, tiredness, lust – like that one time at a wedding trial where one of the bridesmaid's chest was more exposed than it should've been, he almost fell off the balcony while he was in the middle of decorating the pillars with flowers. Now that was a close call. So in brief, being a human kind of drove him crazy, but he believed he was getting used to it just fine.

He also learned started to feel more empathy than before as well, making him wish he had his angel mojo all the more. Sometimes when he didn't feel like walking. He would chill out behind a pillar where he couldn't be seen from and sometimes he would overhear the prayers of those who, upon believing they were completely alone, chose to pray out loud.

A sick family member, debt, abuse, injustice. He's heard all over the two weeks he's been there. To think he could have resolved these issues with a snap of his fingers weeks ago really infuriated him. Especially when it came to children's prayers, which sounded so innocent and were laced with so much faith. But he knew he couldn't do much now, other than making sure to keep this house of prayer 'in one piece' as Frank put it so that people can continue pray to God, and hope that he was actually listening.

He also got to know Frank quite well, they often talked over their meals, most of which Frank cooked himself. Gabe hasn't quite mastered that craft yet. And his cooking skills barely reached past operating a microwave. But despite that, meal times where his favourite part of his day. Not just because of the food and the dessert which Frank always tried to include for their dinner once he has learned Gabe had a sweet tooth, but because Frank really opened up to him and confided in him. He's come to realise how he couldn't quite confide in anyone since it was usually him who people sought advice from. It made Gabe see how lonely this profession could get. Especially with the whole celibacy thing. He often frowned at that.

Frank often told him of all of the convictions of priesthood, which he until know, since it hardly concerned him, he elected to ignore. It was filled with quite a lot of rules. Too much for his liking.

But in a way he understood that if you were going to set an example for the 'flock' you could hardly go running around being hedonistic and irresponsible.

He of course admired Frank for his undying devotion to people and his congregation. He never failed to listen to them, and perhaps that was what he valued most about Frank. He's learned far too soon that people just want to be heard. He also adored Frank's sense of humour. Nothing too crude, just good natured banter.

And when he asked what encouraged him to become a priest, he was pretty sure he understood what a heartbreak felt like. He's story of his daughter and Connor. He finally understood why he was visiting the youth centre so much.

When it came to speaking of himself to Frank he barely went past his likes and dislikes. He once let it slip that he was 'kind of a run-away' when Frank asked him of his second name. To which Frank suggested creating some sort of ID and a fake second name. He had to think of that for a while… At first he thought it should be Novak for some reason but then he felt it just didn't sound right. And he'd be damned before he would be called a Winchester. And then a name just came to him, a name he remembered reading a few decades ago: Speight Jr. He liked its quickness which he thought suited him too well so from then on his official name on paper was Gabriel Speight Jr.

His days went undisturbed and he found he was quite happy with his current life, it might have been a little more difficult, but he found there was a sense of achievement in working for things to be done. He liked that part of being a human.

But since we all know that Fate is a bitch, there was no way she would let him live in peace just like that. Oh no, she had a plan.

His day started out like any other: Getting up at 5am, breakfast at 5.10am, cleaning, polishing, running errands, fixing stuff. Then at 10am he had his half an hour break with some sugary coffee and some pastries. Then lunch at 12.30pm. And then another short break at 2pm with more sugary coffee. He's been thinking that perhaps he should cut back on those...

Gabriel was indeed on his way back from this break of his, with a mug of freshly steaming coffee when he overheard a very unusual confession.

"Three hours? Speedy sinner, I like it!"

Gabe involuntarily flinched. The man in the confessional box was clearly not Father Frank.

"No!" Replied the woman, who he presumed to be Mrs Madison again, "I just need some guidance…"

Gabe just rolled his eyes as he took a sip frim his coffee. What this woman needed was to get laid, not guidance.

He knew he shouldn't be eavesdropping but he was kind of curious about this guy on the other end. So he leaned against a pillar just close enough to overhear the confession but far enough to make it appear as if he was casually drinking a cup of coffee.

"I'm still having lustful thoughts about another man." She admitted uncomfortably.

"Splendid! Who's the lucky fellow?" Enquired a silky voice.

'What?' Gabe mouthed. And shot the booth an incredulous look.

"Well, my husband's limo driver. What should I do Father?"

Yep. It was Mrs Madison alright.

"Well, my dear, you should embrace your desires!"

"Really? When I was here earlier Father Frank told me I should be faithful to my husband."

"Well, I don't know why you are listening to that fool! I mean let's be honest, if you wanted to be faithful then you wouldn't be fantasizing about your limo driver now would you?"

He had a point.

"No, no, no, no, no. Don't feel bad. You have those desires for a reason! You should act on them."

'Christ. And this guy considers himself to be a priest?' Questioned Gabriel as he made his way towards the booth. As much as he was enjoying this he had to put it to a stop.

"I mean you can always come back here and confess and it will all be forgiven. Isn't how this system of yours works?"

"When you put it that way…"

Just then, Gabriel abruptly tore the booth door open, revealing Lucifer's rather surprised expression.

"Excuse me but what the Hell do you think you're doing here pal?"

Lucifer shushed him. He demanded another second by raising his index finger.

Gabriel just scoffed and took another sip of his coffee and he leaned against the door frame. Then Lucifer turned back and in a genuine voice proclaimed, "For your penance, ten bloody Mary's and a good shag."

Gabriel nearly choked in his coffee as he began laughing hysterically while Lucifer got up and casually began buttoning his suit.

"Well I see you've finally got Mrs Madison to come to her senses." Gabe pointed out as he regarded Mrs Madison walking towards the door, still chuckling.

"Yes, yes I did," Agreed a velvety British voice, "And I also made sure the limo driver will have the time of his life. Finally, I have who someone appreciates my efforts."

"Boy, what I'd give to be that limo driver." Remarked Gabe as he eyed Mrs Madison on her way out, in her beautiful crimson dress which revealed her perfect curves.

"Oh another lustful sinner, I am on a roll today."

"Shut up." He replied playfully. "Anyway, what's a guy like you doing tempting sinners in church?"

"I am looking for Father Frank, another one of my Father's hypocrites. Came to reveal his deepest and darkest secrets to show that there is no such a thing as a Saint." He added.

"Well he should be back by now…" Then suddenly Gabe stopped short. His father. God? Their 'Father'? The way he referred to Him. There seemed to be a certain level of familiarity in the way the he said it. Gabe furrowed his eyebrows. "Your Father?" He questioned, trying to sound casual.

Lucifer only rolled his eyes. ", God. My father. Whether I like it or not."

"Tell me about it. He's our dad and punctum."

"No, I don't mean that metaphorically. The guy upstairs really is my dad. I'm an angel." He admitted smugly.

"Oh really and angel. Yeah, and I'm a genie. Do you realise how absurd this sounds coming from you?"

"Seriously no one believes me! I could be sitting here telling people that I'm the Devil all day but still they wouldn't believe me. It's shameful that people have become so distrustful they don't even believe you when you are telling them the truth. If this doesn't show how low humanity has got I don't know what does." He complained, leaning against a pew.

"Fine, I'll believe ya." Said Gabe playfully.

"Is that so?" Asked Lucifer, sounding genuinely suprised.

"Sure, just show us your angel mojo."

"Angel mojo? Like what?"

"I don't know, like stop time or fly us to the Bahamas. Or even something a little simpler than that. A little Enochian. I picked it up over the years.I VMD OLLOG Gabriel."

"Is that all the proof you need?" He said gleefully, "Alright. OLANI OAI Lucifer."

"Holy Shit." Was all that he could muster.

"Do you believe me now, do you? Gabriel was it? I actually have a brother with your name. He's a bit of a wuss but he's generally fine."

"How did you…?"

"How did I what?" He asked, sounding rather confused.

"How did you get back out of the cage?"

"What cage? What are you talking about?"

"I've gotta go." He replied frantically. His breathing was becoming much more rapid. His PTSD was kicking in.

"Why? Do I scare you that bad? There's no need to soil yourself. I only punish those who are sinners. Calm down, now where are you going?"

"I need to- I need-" He couldn't breathe anymore. He had to leave right now. This couldn't be happening. Was this his father's punishment for bailing out on his family all those years ago?

"Hey!" Lucifer called after him but he was already gone, leaving the King of Hell rather confused.

"What's the bloody matter with him?" He wondered.

"Lucifer!" Called the Detective. "I found Father Frank."

"Oh," Responded Lucifer.

"Who were you yelling to?"

"Just the church caretaker. His name is Gabe by the way."

"Ah yes, that must've been Gabriel," filled in Father Frank.

"Wait, Gabriel? As in 6"8, chestnut brown hair, and has a sweet tooth by any chance?"

"All of the above. Why do you know him?"

"Why yes, I…kind of hit him with my car the other day."

"Is that so?" Said Frank, crossing his arms in front of him, not sounding amused.

"Yes but I have paid for his treatment and everything but by the time I came to visit him the next day he was gone." She stammered.

"Huh, are you saying that this Gabriel is the guy that we practically ran over the other day?"

"Yes. But I don't understand why he'd run off like tha-" Began Chloe, but the stopped abruptly. She knew Lucifer well enough by now that he could make a person run away screaming like that with a word. Then there was Gabriel's PTSD.

"Lucifer." Said the Detective threateningly.

"Yes?" He replied innocently.

"Did you say something to him?"

"What? No. All we did was agree that the limo driver is going get laid and introduced ourselves in Enochian. Then he got all freaked out and practically ran through the door."

"Wait. What? What's Enochian?"

"Excuse me. Mr Morningstar, have you been talking to Mrs Madison? Was she here for confession?"

"Why yes, she is a lustful one."

"This is not happening." Muttered Chloe.

"What did you say to her?" Continued Father Frank.

"That her penance is three bloody Maries and a good shag."

Chloe Decker shut her eyes in embarrassment. She was so done with him for today.

"But stop deflecting. We are here to see you. With some questions. Don't we Detective?"

A/N: More to come!

I VMD OLLOG Gabriel - They call me Gabriel

OLANI OAI Lucifer - I am Lucifer

Source: - Enochian Translator

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And finally, I hope you've enjoyed and that it lived up to your expectations. If it didn't, I'm sorry but let me know what I could improve in a review.

Until next time!

[Upload Date: 07/11/2016]