Maze was not prepared for what she found when she entered Lucifer's penthouse. Her first clue that something had happened was that the door into his penthouse was missing. No, she thought to herself, there it is, a pile of cracked and splintered wood lay on the floor. Maze moved past it into the main are of the penthouse. Shattered glass was everywhere, the furniture was over turned and there were scorch marks on the walls and ceilings.
"Lucifer?" She called out nervously. What had happened? He hadn't been in any danger, she would have sensed it. That meant that this destruction was either caused by someone who had broken into the penthouse or by Lucifer himself. Stepping over a pile of what had probably been some ridiculously expensive vase. What the hell had happened?
"Lucifer!" She called again, louder this time. Stopping to listen she caught sounds of movement coming from the bedroom. Carefully, she approached the room. As unprepared she was for the state she had found the penthouse in, what she found was approaching ludicrousness. Lucifer was sitting in the middle of the room, thoroughly destroyed. His hair was a mess as was his suite. But the worst thing, the thing that made Maze's stomach sink was his eyes. They were red. Not with the fire of the damned but the red of eyes that had been crying.
"What happened?" It was all she could manage to say. He didn't move, didn't look at her. She was going to have to be more forceful. Walking over to him, she knelt down, and grabbed his face, forcing him to look at her.
"What happened?" She repeated with more force then before. After a few long seconds he reached his and up and swatted away hers. Standing he left the room, Maze hurried to follow. He was in the kitchen powering a drink. It seemed a few things had escaped his rampage. Swallowing one drink quickly he poured another.
"You will never guess what happened tonight Maze." She knew enough of his temperament to stay quiet and until he offered more information. Drinking half of his second drink in on gulp he took a breath and continued.
"The good detective accused me of impregnating her." He left out a bark of a laugh as he said it. "She stormed in here, you should have seen it. Tried to say I was the father." He was shaking his head but Maze saw his hands were trembling slightly.
"That's not possible." Maze hated how often she was having to say that.
"Exactly Maze. I informed her of that." His tone made it clear to her he did not intend to continue. She felt it safe enough though to venture an inquiry.
"What happened in here?" The question seemed to catch him by surprise. He looked around as though seeing the destruction for the first time.
"Oh, well, I was a bit upset by her accusation."
Maze's blood ran cold. He was upset. Upset enough to destroy his penthouse. Upset enough to cry. He was upset because the mortal had laid with another. He cared about her more than Maze had realized. And it disturbed her to no end.
"Maze dear, leave will you? I wish to be allow for a while."
"Lucifer-"
"Leave Maze. Now." As stubborn as she was Maze know when to give Lucifer space. She walked back to where the door should have been, looked back of the Lord of Hell who looked as he had never looked since his fall, broken. She would come back in a few hours. Maybe this was the perfect opportunity. With the mortal's betrayal maybe, just maybe she could convince him to go back to hell.
After Maze departed Lucifer sat for a time trying to not think. Thinking was very bad right now. He drank more and not much else. Look at his watch he saw that it was now 3:00am. It was then that he heard the trumpet.
It was not any trumpet, it was one that he knew well and did not welcome at all. The room filled with light so bright he had to look away. A figure began to materialize, tall and slim with robes half white and half blue. Once fully materialized the blinding light subsided.
"Brother." The figured greeted him in a stern voice.
"Gabriel, as lovely as ever I see. Here to try and get me to go back to Hell? I expected Michael honestly but I suppose dear old dad is saving the big guns." He hadn't see any of his brother in millennium and now on the worst night he had ever had while on earth his androgynous, trumpet playing, sibling just pops by for a visit. How bloody perfect.
"Brother," Gabriel spoke, "The child is yours."