Chloe had been trying – and failing – to get in touch with Lucifer for most of the day and by the afternoon she had decided to go to Lux to try and find him. Not finding Lucifer in the club, the detective went up to the penthouse, looked around the main room and found it empty. A few seconds later, she heard a rustling coming from out on the balcony. Unsure of what she would find, Chloe cautiously walked towards the area being sure to make some noise as she went. Suddenly, the cop found herself face to face with Oriel. To the detective's eyes, the other woman looked remarkably well for someone who had appeared to be seriously injured and lost a significant amount of blood recently.

"Oriel?!" Chloe exclaimed. "I wasn't expecting to see you here."

"It was a spur of the moment decision," Oriel said opting not to reveal that she had just arrived on the balcony about the same time Chloe walked into the penthouse.

After a bit of reflection while sitting at the pub, Oriel changed her mind in regards to dealing with Lucifer. Michael had hit a soft spot when referring to the possible ramifications on the humans and their world. Unlike elder aos sí, she had never lived in the Silver City. Oriel was an aberration: born to humans, raised by humans, and an aos sí who enjoyed watching time pass and change in the human world, despite the pain it brought her at times.

She also wanted Lucifer to live and be able to make his own decision about returning to Hell. Oriel knew the last thing the world needed was an irate devil in charge of hordes of mostly malevolent demons. In the end, Oriel decided that she could try to talk Lucifer out of a foolish clash with his brother even if she wasn't ready to forgive him for what he had said to her.

"Are you okay?" Chloe asked as Oriel stepped into the living area.

"More or less. Why?" Oriel answered and looked at Chloe suspiciously. The devil hadn't mentioned that Chloe was with him at the villa when he spoke with her earlier in the day. As for Oriel's injured arm, aside from a slight burning and a faint scar that remained, the cut was healed.

"Lucifer showed me your shirt when we were at the villa," the detective explained.

"Oh…it was just a scratch," Oriel assured the detective hoping to downplay the incident.

"It looked like it was worse than that," Chloe said peering closely at the red-haired woman.

The fae shrugged in return. Explaining what had occurred in the forest and answering the subsequent questions would take much more time than she could give at the moment.

"Lucifer doesn't seem to be here," Chloe told Oriel.

"Yes, I know," Oriel replied quickly much to Chloe's amazement and then asked, "You haven't seen him at all today?"

"No," the detective said. She went on to tell Oriel, "The last time I saw him was at the villa when he was looking for you. He seemed concerned."

"We spoke this morning. He's not concerned about me any longer, trust me," the fae replied as she recalled their words to each other.

"Do you know where Lucifer is now? I've been trying to get in touch with him all day," the detective pressed.

"He's probably about to get himself killed," Oriel related evenly.

"And you're not worried about it? Don't you think we should be helping him or trying to stop him?" Chloe asked and started walking back towards the elevator.

"Me? Yes. You can't help him with this," the fae stressed to the detective.

"Why not?" Chloe questioned angrily and gave Oriel an impatient look. The fae had followed Chloe as far as the bar and stopped.

"You're human," Oriel answered shortly as she looked up and down the bar. Mazikeen's weapon that she had placed there earlier was gone and the fae hoped it was the demon who had it and not Lucifer.

"Here we go again," the detective replied shaking her head. "I'm human; he's the devil, and you're something else."

"Glad to see you're finally catching on," Oriel muttered to the cop and then forced a smile. She knew arguing wouldn't help things. "You have no idea what you're dealing with, Chloe."

"And you do?" Chloe questioned.

"Yes, though I'm not sure I can stop Lucifer at this point," the fae stated with an impatient nod and walked quickly back towards the balcony. "From what I understand he's angry and determined, and after our conversation this morning probably less than willing to hear me out."

"You don't seem totally on board about helping him," the cop pointed out.

"I am trying to help but there isn't time for explanations right now. You're going to have to trust me," Oriel declared. "Chloe, go home and make sure Trixie is safe."

"But why?" Chloe asked wanting some sort of explanation from Oriel.

"Because if I can't talk some sense into Lucifer, I don't know what will happen," Oriel obscurely explained. She knew the detective still did not believe that Lucifer was the devil and attempting to explain that he was willing to fight to the death with one of his angelic brothers would be met with Chloe's unbridled skepticism at the very least.

"Well, that explains everything," Chloe replied sarcastically.

"Chloe…please trust me on this," Oriel implored the detective.

"Fine…for now," Chloe answered and walked towards the elevator. "Are you coming?"

The detective was met with total silence in return. Seconds later, Chloe turned around only to find herself looking at an empty room. Oriel was nowhere to be seen.

Undeterred by his brother's pleas to reconsider his plans, Lucifer drove to the beach where he first arrived with the intention of confronting Amenadiel. He tossed his jacket into the Corvette and walked towards the water determined to deal with his brother.

Hoping that Oriel would change her mind about speaking with Lucifer, Michael had delayed the meeting between the devil and Amenadiel. With Michael's interference, Lucifer began to doubt his powers. Every time he placed his hands together and called on Amenadiel nothing happened.

The devil looked out over the water and walked along the sand just far enough up the beach that the water didn't hit his shoes. In addition to being slightly irate to find that Maze had helped Amenadiel, he was now generally annoyed that he could not even call on his brother. Oriel materialized on the beach behind the devil and hoped he would speak with her.

"Lucifer!" she called, her voice almost completely drowned out by the waves rushing to the shoreline.

Although he heard her, Lucifer kept walking and ignored the fae.

"Lucifer, stop," she shouted undeterred and ran to catch up to him. Oriel carefully looked the devil over and noted that he was only wearing shirt and pants. She could discern no weapon on him and hoped that she was correct in her assumption.

The devil slowly turned around and said cuttingly, "Are you lost? You no longer have my back. 'Drive Lucifer insane. Just leave me out of it.' Remember?"

"Everything isn't always about you," she said curtly in return.

"Why else would you be here?" he asked haughtily with narrowed eyes.

"Humans," Oriel told him plainly which caused his eyes to glow a bit. When Lucifer opened his mouth to say something she quickly continued, "I don't want to fight with you anymore, Lucifer. I also don't want you to die and there's a good chance of that if you continue with this folly."

"How do you know I'm not here for a walk along the beach?" he asked as he began moving again.

"Your reflective moods are few and far between. This isn't one of them," Oriel said gently as she walked alongside of the devil.

"My eldest brother is using you. Again," Lucifer declared and came to a sudden halt.

"It was my decision to find you here. No one else's," Oriel calmly avowed as she looked directly into his eyes. She then beseeched the devil, "Don't do this."

"This is what I do. Punish those who deserve it," he reminded her. "Amenadiel deserves it."

"Let your father handle him," she tried to reason.

"My father?" Lucifer asked in contempt. "Our father tends not to handle anything."

The devil pressed his hands together and tried calling on Amenadiel again partially expecting nothing to happen. Oriel watched silently, the frustration she was feeling evident on her face.

"I take it you've changed your mind about returning to Hell?" Amenadiel asked when he appeared a few feet in front of Lucifer and Oriel. "Looks like the aos sí does have some influence over the devil after all."

"I am not returning to Hell," Lucifer stated and shot a questioning glance over at Oriel.

"Whether Lucifer stays or goes, it is his decision; I'm done getting caught in the middle of this family battle," Oriel declared and met the angel's stony stare with her own. She then looked at Lucifer with a sorrowful expression, shook her head slightly, and walked away from the brothers.

"Then why am I here?" Amenadiel asked Lucifer angrily.

"I would think it would be obvious," the devil replied. "Angels are supposed to do what they're told."

"Since when do you listen?" the angel inquired, his voice full of contempt.

"I don't. Never did, never will; that's old news," Lucifer said impudently. "I was referring to you."

"What did I do?" Amenadiel asked.

"It's more of what you didn't do," Lucifer told him. "You were tasked with keeping charge of Hell, that includes keeping all the residents inside – not helping them to escape."

"I did not help anyone escape," the angel protested.

"You certainly didn't prevent it," the devil countered.

"It was bound to happen sooner or later. Are you honestly upset about any of this, Luci or does it only bother you because that one was involved?" Amenadiel asked with tilt of his head towards Oriel who stood watching and listening a few feet off from them.

"If you want something done, it's usually best to do it yourself – whether that is getting me out of the way or returning your brother to Hell," Oriel called out to the angel.

"You still haven't learned your place. Just because my brother…um…appreciates your company doesn't mean the rest of us see you as anything but a recurring nuisance," Amenadiel told her boldly.

The devil, still angry over Michael referring to Oriel as a distraction, was further incensed by Amenadiel's words. Before Oriel could respond, Lucifer charged and tackled Amenadiel to the sand. The angel was ready for him and flung Lucifer backwards; Oriel cringed as Lucifer hit the sand with a thud. The fae prudently kept her distance and let the brothers fight it out. As their mutual anger and frustration came to an apex, both Amenadiel and Lucifer landed punches as they scrapped on the beach. After a few minutes, Oriel gathered her power and caused a wave to crash over the pair. Startled by water, the brothers stopped fighting, looked up the beach at her, and slowly got up, out of breath and bruised.

"If anyone else was guarding Hell, we wouldn't be here, would we?" Oriel asked Amenadiel.

"What are you implying Oriel?" the angel questioned in return trying to compose himself.

"I'm saying that your pride is hurt," she stated. "Hell may be good enough for your brother – after all, he is the miscreant of all miscreants, but you're so much better than that."

"I am better than that…and better than him," Amenadiel shouted loudly. "Father charged me with getting him back where he belongs."

"Since when does your father condone making deals with demons?" Oriel countered and paused, waiting for his answer.

"I did what I thought was necessary. Ephialtes is harmless," the angel told her.

"And Mazikeen? Were your very personal dealings with her also necessary?" the fae challenged.

Amenadiel hesitated but the expression on his face revealed the answer before he said a word.

"Well brother, in your eagerness you may have gained yourself a new permanent residence," Lucifer declared as he stood with shirt slightly askew. "Feel free to redecorate as you like but I will warn you that the neighbors are generally loud and uncooperative."

Still frustrated and angry with his brother, Amenadiel unfurled his wings in fury and moved them to strike at Lucifer. Oriel, who had remained a few feet away from the brothers during the discussion, saw what the angel intended before Lucifer took notice. Knowing she couldn't make up the distance by running, Oriel suddenly reappeared at the devil's side and gave him a shove. As Lucifer stumbled and tried not to fall to the sand again, Oriel ended up being impaled by the angel's wing. When Amenadiel quickly pulled his wing back, a knife-like feather remained in her side. Oriel cried out in pain and dropped to the sand.

When Amenadiel realized what he had done, he slowly backed away an expression of shock on his face. His dark eyes were filled with fear as they met Lucifer's, which were now bright red. The devil went to run at his brother again as he experienced the searing pain Oriel was feeling from the angel's wing feather. Amenadiel quickly took flight as the fae managed to grab on to Lucifer's pant leg with one hand while the other held her side where the feather had pierced her.

"I need to…get to him," Lucifer protested as he felt her tugging even though the devil knew he couldn't follow his brother.

"Don't leave," Oriel pleaded haltingly. The sound of her voice caused him to look down at her.

"Why did you do it?" he asked her.

"A devil…and his quest for…free will," She said in short bursts due to the pain and closed her eyes.

"Oriel, open your eyes," Lucifer said as he knelt beside her and pressed a hand against the wound to slow the bleeding. The fae slowly and with effort opened her eyes. She looked up at the devil with her eyes barely gleaming with teal light.

"He wasn't going to give you a choice," she said, her voice almost a whisper.

The devil looked down at his hand that was now stained with her blood. "I can't heal this," he said despondently. Lucifer could feel her getting weaker and as she did their bond was fading leaving an emptiness in him where her presence used to be.

"Me either," Oriel tried to joke. She then admitted quietly, "Lucifer…I'm scared."

Not knowing what else to do or say at that moment, he went to remove the feather from her side with his free hand.

"No," she protested in a weak voice. "Let me stay…with you…as long…as I can."

"Oriel, I…I," the devil said, not able to get any other words out.

"I know," she murmured.

"You know?" he asked in wide-eyed surprise.

Oriel managed a nod and closed her eyes again. "Still angry with you though," she whispered.

Lucifer could now barely feel her presence inside him but despite the seriousness of the situation, her words and stubbornness brought a small smile to the devil's lips as he remembered all their previous verbal sparring.

"Father," Lucifer roared out with all his being as the emptiness seemed to take over him.

Back at Chloe's house, the detective sat with Trixie on the sofa reading a book. Although it was a clear day, they could hear a rumble of thunder in the distance. Instead of fading over time, it grew stronger and louder seeming to come closer. The noise caused Trixie to cling to her mother, as Chloe looked around frightened and tried to assure the child – and herself – that everything was okay.