Three Days later

He stood outside the building. Looking very much out of place. His shirt hung in rags over barely legal pants. His dirty hair hung in his eyes. A long scraggly beard covered his face. This was a building home to the upper crust of New York City. Beautiful well-dressed people went in and out of the building. Fancy cars would pull up and the doorman would greet the people getting out.

He watched as a black Range Rover stopped in front of the building. A tall muscular man with short blonde hair got out and ran to the passenger side. He helped a beautiful woman out. She was tall for a woman. She smiled at the blonde man. She opened one of the back doors and out came a baby carrier. The man handed a valet the keys to the Range Rover. He locked arms with the woman and they entered the building.

He wanted to follow them into the building. Something was telling him to do so. He started towards the door. A police officer stopped him.

"Can I help you, sir?"

He looked at the ground. "No. I was just leaving." He flicked his hand and a nearby trash can have caught fire. He listened as the police officer and other people rushed over to put it out. He just laughed and walked away.

**Persephone*

I was so glad to be home. We were riding the elevator to our penthouse. I looked down at the sleeping newborn. He looked like he was smiling. I reached down and stroked his little cheek. Bryan had his arm around my shoulder. He was watching the baby also. The elevator dinged as it reached our floor. I stared at the front door.

Bryan opened the door and we filed in. We entered the living room and it was dark. He turned on the lights. And our friends and relatives jumped up "SURPRISE!" They all shouted.

I looked at the living room. It was decorated quite nicely. They were all here to meet the newest family member. Tristan seemed oblivious. He slept on through it. People smiled as they filed by. Making comments about how cute he was. He had his father's eyes. His mother's nose.

I sat on the couch. I was exhausted. I appreciated the effort my aunt and mother-in-law made to decorate and cook for the party. I was amazed that they were managing to get along so well. My cousin Jessica and her new wife Cynthia were sitting next to me. Jessica was cradling Tristan.

Jessica looked at me. "He is so handsome, Persi." Her brown hair fell into her eyes. Cynthia was leaned over her.

"I can't wait till we have one of these." Cynthia said to me.

I smiled. "That would be great. Could you imagine them growing up together?"

Jessica nodded. "That would be awesome."

My mother-in-law walked over. She smiled. It was clearly a fake smile. "May I have a turn?" She said to Jessica. Jessica passed my son to her.

Sally sat down on the opposite couch. She cooed at the baby. More relatives entered the room. Aunt Karen sat next to me and Jessica. Bryans sisters followed and sat with their mother. I could hear Bryan in the other room with his brother and father.

"Where is your father?" Aunt Karen asked me.

"Who knows?" I shook my head. Since the day in the hospital I had seen him once. I know he must have been having fun in New York City. Oh the trouble he could be getting himself into. The baby started crying. He must be hungry. "Sally, I need to feed him."

She looked up at me. "Oh he is just fussy."

"No, sally he is hungry." I insisted. This was my baby. I could tell he was hungry.

She shook her head and let me take him. I carried him to the nursery. It was peaceful as I fed him. The intimate moment was what I was craving. Having so many people in the apartment felt stifling.

After he was fed I placed him in the crib and picked up the monitor. I walked back into the living room. My aunt and cousin were talking on the couch with Bryan's sisters Megan and Nicole. "Where did Sally go?" I asked.

Aunt Karen shrugged. "She just got up and walked out. I think you made her mad."

"Oh well."

"Well, this looks like quite the party." I heard a voice behind me. The English accent was distinct.

I turned to him. "Dad!" I smiled and hugged him.

Aunt Karen stood up and walked over to us. "Lucifer Morningstar. You look handsome as ever." She hugged him.

"Ah Karen. You never age." He said to her. He looked around the living room. "This place looks almost the same. The furniture is different."

He had helped my mother pick it out apparently. I had sold off some of the old furniture when I moved in. Some of my mother's art pieces I kept. A lot of the decorations were Gothic in nature.

Bryan walked into the room with a whole slew of people. His parents stood behind him. His older brother Joshua entered with his wife. I sighed. It was time to introduce the Devil to the in-laws. Bryan smiled at my father. They hugged.

I could see Sally and Hank scrutinizing my father. Sally took a step towards us. "Persi, who is this?"

I smiled and took a deep breath. "This is my father, Lucifer Morningstar." I paused and looked at the shocked faces of my in-laws. "Dad, this is Hank and Sally Lockhart, Bryan's parents."

My father held out a hand to Hank. Hank snorted and just gave a disapproving look to him. He looked him up and down. My father was dressed impeccably like always. I black Armani suit with a purple button up shirt. Hank was dressed in an old plaid shirt and jeans. My father looked barely forty. Whereas Hank looked every bit of his sixty-eight years.

"Father?" Hank said to me. "This man looks barely old enough to be your brother."

"Trust my Hank. He is a lot older than he looks."

Hank snorted and shook his head. "And what's with the name Lucifer. Are you putting on some kind of act?"

My father scoffed. "No act, I assure you, Hank."

"Really. I doubt any reasonable parent would name their child, Lucifer."

My father laughed. "My Father isn't always reasonable."

I heard Tristan stirring on the monitor. "Excuse me, everyone." I walked to the nursery. I could sense someone following me. It was Sally. Tristan was starting to cry. I picked him up and held him close.

"Your father seems nice." Sally said after a moment.

I laid Tristan down on the changing table. His diaper was in need of changing. "He is."

"His name is really Lucifer?"

I nodded. "Yep." I continued on the task at hand. Tristan fussed little bit.

"Was he born in England? He sounds English."

No he most definatly was not born in England. I wasn't sure what to tell her at the moment. My father wasn't even human. How was I supposed to bring that up? I put a clean diaper on Tristan and buttoned his onesie. Sally kept talking. I would murmur simple answers.

I could hear raised voices coming from the living room. I sighed. Picking the baby up I walked out into the living room. My father and Bryan's father were face to face. They were loudly discussing of all things the Bible. Oh boy.

They both stopped when Sally and I entered the room. My father smiled at the baby. It was clear he was rather fond of his grandson. "There he is." He said.

Hank snorted. "Yeah they named him after you."

"Well, why wouldn't they?" My father said.

Bryan entered the room with drinks in hand. He handed one to my father and one to Hank. In my mind I didn't think adding alcohol to the mix was a good idea. I sat down on the couch.

"Well, for one it's an evil name." Hank said to my father. "You don't want to mess with those kind of things."

"What sort of things, Hank?" My father took a sip of his drink. His dark eyes on Hank.

"Well, you know. The Devil. That is who Lucifer is. Why would you associate yourself with that?" Hank practically spit out the words.

"Oh trust me Hank. I had no choice in the matter. I was forced into it."

Hank shook his head. He chugged down his drink. He looked at me. "Do you have any beer?" He said to me.

I shrugged. "I don't know. Ask Bryan. I don't drink beer."

Sally stood up. "I'll get you a beer Hank." And she disappeared down the hall towards the kitchen.

Hank continued his tirade. "How can you not know if there isn't beer in the fridge?" He said to me.

I glanced over to my father. His expression had darkened. He was not liking how this man spoke to me. "Well, Hank I was in bed for the last few weeks. Sally and Aunt Karen were doing the shopping."

He snorted. "A good woman makes sure her man has beer and a good meal on the table at dinnertime."

"Dad. You need to stop." Bryan said to his father.

His father snorted and sat in a huff on one of the other couches. Sally soon returned with a couple of beers. She handed one to him.

"Persephone, is a good woman." My father said. It was apparent in the tone of his voice he was trying really hard not to get angry.

"A good woman stays home." Hank argued. "She isn't out doing a man's job."

"What exactly is a man's job?" My father said to him.

I stood up. I wasn't going to sit here and listen to them argue. Walking to my bedroom I sat in my favorite chair. My son nestled in my arms. "I know you are there, Malachi."

The angel walked into my vision. He smiled down at the baby. "He is a truly beautiful child."

"Thank you Malachi." I was happy to have him here at the moment. A relief from the constant fighting of the family. "What do I owe this visit?"

"Do I need a reason?"

"I guess not." Over the years I had gotten used to the angel. Sometimes we had long conversations about nothing. He sometimes brought messages from Heaven to me. I looked at him. He was dressed nicely today. He had on a nice pair of slacks and a blue polo shirt on. His long black hair was pulled back. The shirt brought out the blue in his eyes. "You look nice today. Hot date?"

The angel laughed. "No." He sat down on the ottoman next to me. "I had to meet this little guy." I knew Malachi was fond of children. I let him reach over and stroke the sleeping baby's cheek. Tristan stirred a little.

I heard someone else enter the room. Malachi stood up suddenly. He glared at the other presence.

"Malachi. As I live and breathe." My father said to his younger brother. "Why, I haven't seen you in ages."

"Lucifer." Malachi said a little shakily. He looked at me. "Persephone. I have to go." His wings suddenly appeared and with a flap he was gone.

My father stood there a second looking at the spot his brother had just occupied. "That father-in-law of yours is a piece of work."

"Yeah he is."

My father sat on the bed. He took a sip of his drink. "I did not like the way he spoke to you. Bryan doesn't speak to you that way does he?"

"No Dad."

"You aren't lying are you?"

"No. Bryan doesn't tlak to me that way."

"Good. I would hate to have punish him." He snorted. "So, Malachi is the one they sent to keep an eye on you?"

"Yeah." I put my feet on the ottoman. "He appeared shortly after my ill fated suicide attempt."

"Oh that wasn't ill fated. You really died."

I tried not to think of that time. My Uncle Charles had driven me to suicide at sixteen. I woke up in Hell. It was there that I learned the identity of my father. He had sent me back to Earth. I awoke during my own funeral.

"Anyways, at first Malachi would annoy me. I sort of dreaded it when he appeared. Everything I did apparently would put Heaven on high alert."

He chuckled. "Children of the Devil roaming the earth makes them nervous."

I shook my head. I always thought myself as an only child. In the back of my mind I knew I wasn't a the only one. Sometimes I wondered how many others there were. I was afraid to ask.

"We eventually became friends."

"He's your uncle."

"I can be friends with my uncle."

"Whatever." He sighed. "I am going out for a bit."

My shoulders slumped. "Where?"

"Does it matter?"

"No, I guess not." I sighed. I stood up with the baby nestled in my arms. "Have fun"

He kissed me on the cheek and smiled at the baby. He then left the room. I walked out my bedroom and into the living room. Bryan was talking to his father and brother. Sally was watching TV. I sat next to her.

"That baby need to be in his crib so he can sleep." Sally uttered.

"He is sleeping." I replied to her. Tristan had seemed content in my arms.

"Well, that's just my humble opinion." She shrugged and returned her sight to the TV.

Humble my ass, I said to myself.

Author's Note: Oh boy. Whole lot going on there. Lots of characters introduced. Chaos reigns. AHH. Anyways I wonder what everyone thinks of the changing POVs. Wasn't sure how else to go about it. Hope it's not to utterly confusing. I wanted to keep the stranger seemingly stalking Lucifer mysterious. Let me know in the reviews.