Before leaving the forest, Oriel located some plants that she knew would aid in healing her wound and took them back to the villa. Once at the house, she showered and changed into a sleeveless shift she quickly created. She then took to patching up her arm. Before getting into the shower, Oriel had made a tincture from some of the agrimony leaves and now gently applied a compress of the cooled liquid to the wound. She then crushed a few more leaves, applied them directly to the cut, and then crafted a bandage out of daylight. The injury still burned as if it was on fire but it had stopped bleeding and Oriel knew even if it didn't help, the plant wouldn't make things any worse. She then left the villa knowing that Lucifer would come looking for her there first and she wasn't ready to speak with him just yet.

The Corvette came to screeching halt outside the villa and Lucifer quickly went inside to look for Oriel. He found the house empty, aside from her bloodied, torn shirt and a pair of black pants left in a pile on the bathroom floor. He picked them up and proceeded to go out the patio doors and see if she was outside.

Shortly after Lucifer had entered the house, Chloe arrived and parked next to Lucifer's Corvette. She had been concerned about him since he abruptly left the crime scene and the detective had guessed that the rapid departure had something to do with Oriel. Aside from Lux, this was the only place she knew of to look for both of them. Knowing Oriel's aversion to the nightclub, the detective chose the villa.

"Looks like she's not here," Chloe told Lucifer as he walked back inside from the patio.

"She was," he answered and held up the shirt and pants Oriel had left behind.

"She couldn't have gone far without clothes," the detective replied with a forced smile.

"She made new ones," he countered and threw the clothing in his hands across the room in frustration.

"Do you think Oriel's okay?" Chloe asked as she stared at the bloodstain on the shirt when it came to rest on the floor. The detective chose to ignore Lucifer's statement about Oriel making new clothes believing he was exaggerating given the circumstances.

"If she was hurt badly she would still be here," the devil muttered.

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Later that day, Oriel sat in a corner of the ruins on the Glastonbury Tor. In spite of her best efforts to remain composed over the morning's events, a few tears escaped her eyes and ran down her face. What had transpired with Blasius had caused memories from her past that she had buried long ago to resurface.

The cat that was often her companion sat curled at her feet. It could sense her distress and looked up at Oriel with concern. From a further distance, Michael also observed her unobtrusively. After getting Lucifer back to his car, the angel had returned to the forest and used his powers to ensure Blasius' body would never be found. His next order of business included assuring himself of Oriel's well-being with his own eyes. Bits of rumors had already started flying between the otherworldly beings, some saying the fae was seriously injured.

Taking a deep breath and steeling herself for the worst, Oriel carefully peeled the bandage back and removed the underlying leaves from her arm. Even in the fading light of the afternoon making it more difficult to see, Michael drew back slightly in shock when he viewed the wound on her arm. The cut and the area surrounding were both still bright red, but Oriel was relieved to see that the agrimony had done its job and her arm looked much better than it had just a few hours before. With her innate healing ability, the cut had already started to close although the burning sensation remained. Even though she knew aos sí who could easily heal the wound and leave no trace of it, Oriel had chosen to show no one. Although it was rarely vocalized, the others were not pleased with her relationship with the devil or his angelic brothers. Most of them had been present at Lucifer's first act of rebellion and the resulting melee. They were now very content to have no contact with any of the celestial beings. Asking an aos sí to heal an injury caused by even the indirect actions of angel or devil would have resulted in Oriel receiving a lecture from the elder fae at the very least.

Oriel then picked up the curved blade from the ground next to her where she had placed it when she sat down. As the angel watched, she turned it over a few times in her hands seeming to carefully study the surface. It took him a few seconds to realize that this was not the same weapon that she had shown him a day ago. Oriel's expression was troubled as she stared at the weapon.

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"I looked for you at the villa," Lucifer said from behind the bar in his penthouse. It was early morning and Oriel had suddenly appeared in the middle of the room.

"I went home," Oriel replied shortly with no further explanation as she walked over to the bar.

When he looked up from pouring a drink, it was evident to Lucifer that Oriel was unsettled and not herself. She had been tapping her fingers against the bar incessantly since her sudden arrival and was now avoiding making eye contact with him which was rare. He placed his hand atop of hers to stop the drumming and studied the fae closely. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she answered and pulled her hand away. Oriel decided her statement was mostly true as her gaze remained focused on the glass he set down on the bar. She had purposely worn a long-sleeved black top that covered the wound on her arm not wanting to draw attention to her injury. Being intimately familiar with the devil's temperament, Oriel knew he would not understand her decision to not have the wound healed immediately. Clothing, however, couldn't cover the bruise on her jaw and in the end Oriel decided to not even try to hide it with a bit of magic.

"You left your clothes behind," he reminded her. "Between the bloodstains and the bruise on your face I am led to think otherwise."

"He landed a few blows," she said with a shrug and a quick glance at the devil.

"So did you. I was in the forest as well," Lucifer told her.

"I did what I had to do…again," she said quietly and averted her face and eyes from his intense scrutiny. Lucifer, who knew exactly how Oriel had been treated by Blasius, never understood the fae's struggle with her actions relating to that particular human. As far as the devil was concerned, Oriel was justified and the man got what he deserved.

Lucifer gently directed her gaze back to his with a finger under her chin. "And he will be punished again," the devil replied.

"I'm glad you're sure of that. I'm more inclined to believe it may be my own version of Hell. A cycle that I have to repeat until the outcome changes, which it seems could come sooner rather than later," Oriel said morosely. She placed Maze's curved knife on the bar and pushed it towards him.

"Where did you get this?" Lucifer asked as he instantly recognized the weapon as belonging to his demon bartender.

Oriel looked directly at Lucifer as she answered, "Blasius had it, which leads us to the better question of how he got it."

"I did not give it to him if that's what you're thinking," he said. That very thought had crossed her mind more than once and was partially responsible for her uneasiness. It had even intruded on her thoughts again as she stood at the bar speaking with the devil face to face. Although Oriel quickly dismissed the idea each time, she knew it would not be beyond Lucifer to set up an evenly matched fight just to see who won.

"Maybe it is a forgery," the devil then suggested.

"It's not. My arm still burns like the hell fire it was forged in," she explained to him, revealing the nature of her injury. Lucifer swiftly moved his eyes over both Oriel's arms and shoulders but could not discern which side was wounded.

"Perhaps Blasius found it while he was wandering downstairs," he said absently as he studied her arms more intensely looking for a sign of injury.

"Mazikeen would not leave this lying around in a room full of drunk humans," Oriel said as she pointed to the blade drawing his attention back to it and off herself. "And I'm sure Blasius was too confused wondering where he was at that moment to go searching around for a weapon."

"Surely, you don't think she gave it to him?" Lucifer asked her.

"No. I think she gave it to your brother," Oriel answered matter-of-factly. Lucifer verifying that he had not given Blasius the weapon had answered the question that troubled her most, so she boldly stated her thoughts on the matter.

"Maze would not deal with my brother and Amenadiel would definitely not deal with a demon," the devil stated firmly.

"Amenadiel has thrown himself in with Ephialtes. What's one more demon?" Oriel challenged. "After all, they both want the same thing."

"To kill you?" he questioned in return.

"I don't think the blade was meant for me…at least not originally," she replied hesitantly and waited for his reaction after realizing what she had said.

"How dare you suggest such a thing?" Lucifer asked indignantly guessing where Oriel was headed. "Maze is sworn to protect me."

"A demon is a demon is a demon, even if she warms the devil's bed from time to time," she said impassively.

"Jealous, aren't we?" he countered brashly.

"Don't flatter yourself," Oriel shot back angrily when she saw the smirk on his face. "Unlike you, I'm willing to see the obvious."

"And what is the obvious?" Lucifer asked.

"Amenadiel wants you to go back to Hell. Mazikeen wants you to go back to Hell," Oriel stated. "Both will go to any extent to get you there."

"You're jumping to conclusions after following one of your puerile threads," he told her dismissively.

"I'm sure you have a better idea. You always do," Oriel said purposely stressing the last three words. She found his presumptuous attitude, both about the situation and her feelings, suddenly infuriating.

"Two actually," Lucifer said proudly. "The situation with Blasius has affected you more than you are willing to admit. You are exhausted mentally and physically and you're making connections that aren't there."

"And the other?" she asked. Oriel wasn't about to challenge his first statement; although she was sure of her belief, she was tired in mind and body.

"You have never liked Maze and how close I've been to her," the devil said plainly.

"The feeling is mutual," the fae replied struggling to keep her voice low when she really wanted to shout. "What's your point?"

"She has never accused you of trying to have me killed," he reasoned.

"Maybe because I haven't!" Oriel almost shouted with glowing eyes. Then, after a short pause, she muttered under her breath, "Yet."

"Yet?" he growled angrily and looked at her for an explanation.

"Sorry, but your stubbornness to acknowledge what's going on around you is exponentially aggravating," Oriel said as a haphazard apology.

"You want to get rid of me," Lucifer muttered seeming to ignore anything else Oriel had said.

"What's gotten into you?" the fae asked passionately. "Why would I want to kill you or get rid of you?"

"Because you have someone else waiting in the wings – or with wings should I say. And I know how you like big wings," the devil told her bitterly. Once again, he was overtaken by a fit of jealousy and once again, he made no attempt to hide it.

Oriel looked at him with amazement as she simultaneously tried to figure out who he was referring to as well as what had caused his bitterness. "Spit it out, Lucifer. Playing coy is not your forte."

"You. My brother," he stated slowly to emphasize his point. Lucifer stared directly at her as he added, "Michael, the one with the very big wings."

"You are joking, right?" she responded taken aback by his suggestion.

"You two are very chummy lately," Lucifer stated angrily.

"If it wasn't for you, your brother wouldn't be speaking to me at all or have you conveniently forgotten that?" Oriel reminded him. "It's a big stretch of your imagination to go from us talking to whatever it is you're thinking."

"Is it?" the devil inquired scornfully. "Now that I am staying here, working with the detective and not totally at your beck and call, you're afraid of being abandoned again. First, left by your parents; then, never acknowledged by aos sí until I tossed you at their doorstep and now…"

"Fear of being abandoned?" Oriel cut Lucifer off before he could finish. She was incensed by his suggestion. "You're a fine one to talk. You, whose own father forbid you from coming home after one difference of opinion and now won't even acknowledge you with a simple hello. And your brothers – they just stood by and watched it happen. At least I have a home to go to with others who speak to me and no siblings trying to kill me."

"Are you sure they really want you there? Maybe they knew all about you all along and were hoping I wouldn't save you," Lucifer replied. Although they had many arguments through the years, this was the first time he had ever brought up her past in this way.

"Maybe you shouldn't have," the fae told him. Although stung by Lucifer's words, Oriel wasn't about to back down. "Then there'd be no one to crash your constant party with a dose of reality."

"I am well aware of reality," he answered succinctly. He then added derisively, "Unlike you I don't need to follow or think of all the possible outcomes."

"You see what you want to see and what suits you at the moment," Oriel said caustically.

"Maze has stood by me all this time and would not betray me," the devil informed her.

"But I would?" she entreated. "I have defended you to everyone – without fail – even when they said I would end up regretting it."

"You defend me?" Lucifer scoffed. "By trying to convince me to return to Hell?"

"You're choosing to ignore the fact that you seem to be the only one who can keep control there," Oriel told him sharply. "Like it or not, Lucifer, your father picked the best angel for the job."

"You dare say that to me?" he said and looked across the bar at her with blazing red eyes.

"Someone needs to," she answered boldly not backing down. "Stop sulking, man up, and do the job you were born to do."

"I should've known better than to get involved with you. You…soulless ginger," the devil muttered. He went to say more but Oriel held her hand up to stop him. She had heard enough.

"I have never been anything but honest with you – even now, my Samael, my fallen angel," Oriel said with a crestfallen look on her face. Even though she had not let it show previously, his words had hurt her deeply. She was now ready to admit defeat and walked towards the elevator.

Oriel was the only one Lucifer allowed to call him by his given name; even so, she used it infrequently and usually did so when she wanted to get his attention. Hearing his name, and to a lesser extent seeing the expression on Oriel's face, instantly jarred him from his anger. The full realization of what he had said to her hit him. Lucifer came out from behind the bar and reached out to stop her from leaving. Oriel gasped and winced in pain as he unknowingly grabbed her injured arm. He quickly let go, his own face filled with surprise; Lucifer had assumed she had someone heal her injuries. "Watch your back, because I won't be any longer," she said a somber look on her face as she held her sore arm close to her body.

She shook her head slightly as a realization hit her as she stepped in the elevator. At that moment, Oriel wasn't sure if she was more disappointed in Lucifer or in herself. She looked at him directly in the eye and said, "You want to know something funny? Even now – my deepest desire is that you not die."

Oriel went down into Lux and found Maze behind the bar. "You couldn't just do as I asked and send your demon back to Hell? Instead you had to keep it here and then help Amenadiel plot against your boss," Oriel asked angrily and looked at the demon with contempt.

"Oriel…," Maze began to say. Hearing the elevator doors open again, her eyes shifted upwards and she saw Lucifer near the top of the stairs. He paused when he saw that Oriel was still in Lux.

"If you don't like it here, why not just leave and have one hell of a good time in the world? Do you really think Lucifer would've stopped you?" the fae asked the demon.

"I…," Maze replied.

"Had to cause trouble," Oriel cut in and finished. She was aware that Lucifer was watching but she did not turn to acknowledge his presence. "Yes, I know; I felt it. First on the beach and then in the forest."

"The forest? What are you talking about?" Maze asked. The bartender had no idea about what had occurred in the forest or that her knife was involved.

"You and Amenadiel can round up every demon you're able and cause all the trouble you want. I'm done, Mazikeen. Drive Lucifer insane. Unleash Hell on Earth. Just leave me out of it!" Oriel told the demon. A smile began to play around Maze's mouth as she realized that Oriel was serious about what she was saying.

Confronting Maze was not the only reason Oriel went down into Lux before leaving. She had sensed that something else was in the building while up in the penthouse arguing with Lucifer. The fae directed her gaze to a corner of the bar and silently mouthed the words to an incantation. Slowly, a black mist began to take bodily shape and a pair of red eyes appeared. A few seconds later, Oriel viewed the pale skin, pointed ears, and razor sharp teeth belonging to a castumi, a demon gifted with invisibility. The fae stared at the demon and put all her focus and attention on the creature to hold it in corporeal form as long as possible.

Before the demon could disappear and flee again, Oriel reached into her pants' pocket. She grabbed the dagger Lucifer gave her and threw it at the demon. The knife hit the creature directly between the eyes. After letting out a short ear piercing screech, the being dissolved and the dagger fell to the floor with a clatter. "I guess it is a good thing he stuck around, I almost forgot to return your dagger," Oriel told Maze.

The fae slowly turned around and looked up at Lucifer who now stood in the middle of the staircase. Her face remained expressionless as their eyes met. Oriel's voice sounded inside his head as her eyes flared at him with a teal light, "Like I said, watch your back." Then, as suddenly as she arrived in his penthouse, she disappeared.