We drove home in silence. I had my head resting on my arm. The radio was playing in the background. The Beatles this time. I sang along to it. I love the Beatles. Bryan glanced over at me. He seemed a little bit more relaxed than he did this morning. Strange considering, he just watched his wife nearly take down a building.

He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. A light turned red and we came to a stop. He reached over and put his right hand on my knee. He ran his hand up and down my thigh. I felt tingles go up my body. I smiled and placed my hand on his. Our fingers interlocked. He picked up my hand and placed it on his lips. The light turned green and he dropped our interlocked hands to his lap.

"I love you Persi." He said with a smile.

"I love you too Bryan." The warmth from his hand was a comfort at the moment. We avoided talking about what had happen back at Rikers. We just enjoyed the moment.

He pulled the Range Rover to a stop in front of our building. The valet rushed over but Bryan waved him off. He sighed. "I have to go to work for a bit."

I put my hand on his lap again. I leaned over and kissed him. We held it for a minute. "I know." I whispered. I knew he was going to take a lot of heat from the Captain. I wondered what consequences we would face. We had broken several laws. I hoped it wouldn't cost our jobs. "Good luck."

He laughed. We kissed again. Then I opened the door and grabbed my purse and got out of the vehicle. I waved as he drove off. The doorman greeted me as I walked through the revolving door. I noticed a short black woman standing at the security desk. The guard pointed to me as I passed towards the elevators. She approached me. She had on a black skirt and pink button up shirt. She held out a hand.

"Mrs. Lockhart. I'm Judith Reynolds." She pulled out an identification. My heart sank when I realized what it was. "I am with children protective services. I am here to do a welfare check on your home and child."

"Why?"

"We just got a report that there is a possible threat to the safety of your child."

That's preposterous." I said to her as I walked to the elevators.

"I just have to follow up on the lead. It has come to our attention that there are people around your home who may be dangerous."

I scoffed at her. "There is no one around my child who will cause him any harm."

"Still I need to check."

"No." I pushed the button to the elevator.

"It's the law."

"I know the law. Come back with an officer and a warrant." The elevator dinged and I got in. The doors closed on her frustrated face. I hated to be short with a social worker. I knew what kind of hell they went through. I had gone with several on welfare checks of children when I was in uniform.

Ding. The elevator reached the sixteenth floor and I walked out. I passed Cody on the way to the door. "Where are you going?"

"Out."

I put my hands on my hips. "What about Tristan?"

"Lucifer is watching hm."

"Okay. Well, be safe." I said to him as he scampered down the hall to the elevator.

I opened the door and walked into the elevator. I was so angry with my father. I wanted to yell at him. I needed to know why he abandoned Isaiah. My anger dissipated when I spied him reclined in a chair fast asleep with my baby asleep on his chest. They both looked so content. I hated to break up the moment.

Shaking my head, I dug into my purse to dig out my phone. I had to have a picture. The camera flash went off and my father snorted and opened his eyes. He didn't move. I just stood there enjoying the moment. "That is going all over Facebook. I bet Chloe would love it."

He just smiled. "Shh. I just got the little bugger to sleep."

I sat nearby on one of the couches. "I think he likes his Grandpa."

"What's not to like?" My father said quietly. "We are really going to have to work on that name."

"Like what?"

He shrugged. "I don't know. Something that doesn't make me sound old."

"You are old, Dad." I said to him.

The baby began to stir a bit. Then he began to cry. I stood up and gently picked him up. I carried the baby to the nursery and unbuttoned my shirt to nurse him. I relished the moment. Rocking gently in the chair I hummed. My mind wandered back to Isaiah. He was spitting image of my father. Even underneath the beard and long hair I saw the face of Lucifer Morningstar looking at me. When Tristan was done I buttoned my shirt back up and placed him on my shoulder. I hummed a little more.

"You are a natural." MY father's voice startled me. The baby whined when I jumped. "Sorry."

"It's okay." I rose from the chair and placed Tristan in his crib. We stood there for a moment while the baby stared up at us. His eyes already the same dark color as ours. Most babies had blue eyes. I leaned down and kissed him.

Dad and I walked out of the nursery. He walked towards the living room while I went into my bedroom. I stood against the wall for a moment. I was preparing myself to confront the Devil about his lost son. I said a prayer and headed out to the living room. He wasn't there. I headed to the balcony. I could smell cigarette smoke wafting in the breeze. He was standing against the railing. His eyes at the city.

He turned as I approached him. We looked each other in the eyes for a moment. He then turned and walled to one of the chairs. He had a drink sitting there. Picking it up he took a drink. His eyes not looking at me. "If you have something to say, might as well say it."

I pulled one of the other chairs away from the table and set it directly in front of him. I looked him in the eyes. "Dad, how come you didn't tell me, that I had a brother."

He gulped down his drink. Then set down the glass and took a drag of his cigarette. He looked away from me. "I have told you that you had brothers and sisters."

"Yes, you told me none of them were alive."

"That was the truth."

I could feel the anger rising. I got up from the chair fast and it fell backwards. "You are lying."

He straightened up in his chair. "I don't lie Persephone."

"Then explain why there is a son of Lucifer in the psychiatric ward of Rikers."

He gave me a somewhat flabbergasted look. Like he did not know what I was talking about. "I don't know what you are talking about."

"Come off it, Lucifer." I spat out.

He rose from his chair. "Do not speak to me like that, child." He stamped out his cigarette in the ash tray and picked up his glass and walked into the house. I followed him to the bar.

"I saw him Dad. He looks just like you."

My father picked up a bottle of Bryan's favorite rum. He poured it into the glass. He took a swig. "I honestly don't know what you are going on about Persephone."

"His name is Isaiah." Tears formed in my eyes. My father turned to me. His eyes so like Isaiah's. They looked so much alike. "I met him today. He is at the psych ward at Rikers."

My father set the glass down. "You must be mistaken." He said quietly then headed for the door.

I walked after him and then put myself between him and the door. "I am not mistaken Dad. I'm telling you. He looks just like you. He has your powers."

"The other angels can pass on their powers."

"NO!" I shouted at him. "He said you were his father. He said he was looking for the fallen one." Tears streamed down my face. "I'm telling you. He is your son. How can you not know?"

He tried to side step around me. But I moved in front of me. He tried the other way. "I need to go."

"Oh hell no. You aren't going anywhere."

His expression darkened. "Do not talk to me like that."

"Then tell me. How can you not know you have a son? Did you just randomly knock up some girl and run?"

His expression darkened further. "No." His voice an angry whisper. "Now get out of my way."

"Why so you can just walk away like you did with Hell? Leave everyone else to clean up your mess."

"DO NOT SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT!" His voice shook the building. The fire rose in his eyes. I could feel the heat rising in the apartment.

"THEN TELL ME THE TRUTH!" I yelled back. The room started shaking. Mirrors cracked and lights shattered. I could feel my anger billowing out. I could feel his pushing back against mine. I could feel the room shake.

"I am telling you the truth." He said a little less angrily. "Now step aside before I make you."

"Fine go. Just walk away. Like you did to Isaiah."

He got right in my face. The fire still in his eyes. The building was still shaking. "Move aside." He said through his teeth. I stepped to the side and allowed him to storm out. The door slammed with such force that it flew off the hinges. The building stopped shaking.

I could hear Tristan screaming in the nursery. I rushed down the hall to him. I picked him up and held him close. "Shh. It's alright Tristan. Mommy's here. I'm so sorry." He just shook. I sat down in the rocking chair. Gently rocking as I hummed.

He soon calmed down. I stood up to place him back in the crib. I sensed someone standing behind me. I turned away from the crib. Malachi stood near the window. His long brown hair hung down on his shoulders. He wasn't wearing his normal hippy garb. He had on a formal white robe. His white wings fully extended behind him. His brown eyes were replaced by glowing blue ones. I then felt the power around me. I knew.

"Remember I told you that I would call upon you one day." It was not Malachi's voice. I backed up against the crib. "Today is that day. I am calling upon you to do your duty as a member of this family." I swallowed hard. I gripped the crib till my hands turned white.

The possessed angel took a few steps towards me. I couldn't back up anymore. "A child of Lucifer is roaming the Earth and must be stopped. He is causing too much destruction. I need you to take care of him."

I looked him in the eyes. My mouth was dry. "Sure, I'll take him in."

"NO!" He spoke with such force. He outstretched his hands and a golden sword appeared. It glowed with the light I had seen in Heaven. "You have to take care of him."

"Please no. Don't make me do this."

"Do not disobey me, Persephone. Do not defy my orders. There will be consequences."

My heart started racing. He took another step towards me. He beckoned for me to take the sword. I felt my arms rise up to his. My hands picked up the sword.

"I command this of you Persephone Morningstar. Do not disobey." He repeated. I held the golden sword in my trembling hands. He backed towards the window and the glow died down and he was gone.

The sword disappeared. It will appear when you need it. Do not disobey me. I heard in my head. I dropped to the ground below my baby's crib. That was the last I remember.

Author's Note: How is that for some supernatural fun? Wheee. I may have made up some stuff that totally doesn't come from the Bible. Oop.