I awoke suddenly. I was still in the rocking chair in Tristan's room but he was not in my arms. My heart stopped. I got up and he was sound asleep in his crib. I breathed a sigh of relief. I wondered how he got there.

Walking into the kitchen, Bryan was up making coffee. He smiled as I entered. We kissed. "You never came back to bed. I found you in the nursery. You were having a dream. Kept mumbling. Poor Tristan was slipping."

I smiled. It was not a genuine smile. My Grandfather's command ringing in my ears. I wanted to nothing to do with it. Killing my brother, whom I just met. It was eating at me. Why did he choose me? Was it a test? Bryan's blue eyes were staring at me. I could see concern in them.

"Are you okay? You have seemed kind of distant ever since yesterday."

"There is a lot on my mind."

He noticed. He took a sip of coffee. "Want to tell me about it?"

I shrugged." Well, you know between fighting with my Dad. My half-brother and CPS. Its jut getting to me."

"I called my parents. They deny calling CPS. But I know it was them."

My mind was in so many pieces. I tried to focus my energy on taking my father to see his son. I had to trick my way into a highly secure facility again. It was going to be hard to do. But with my dad there it would help.

Bryan was still going on about his parents, when he noticed I was not paying attention. "Persi?"

"Yeah. Okay." I said absentmindedly.

He just reached over and put his arms around me. We stood there for a moment relishing each other's company. The smell of his cologne made me weak in the knees. Our lips met. It was passionate. I was eager to let him take me here in the kitchen. He kissed my neck and I just sighed as my body tingled.

"Ew. People eat in here." My cousins disgusted voice chimed in.

"Good morning, Cody." Bryan said while still holding me. He kissed me again then he lowered his arms. I was a little disappointed.

Cody was rummaging in the fridge. He finally picked out an apple and a soda.

"Oh that's a healthy breakfast." I said sarcastically.

He took a bite of the apple and smiled. He was wearing shorts and Star Wars t-shirt. "Jess is coming over to help me on the podcast."

"Oh that sounds like fun. I couldn't possibly talk you into watching Tristan again, could I?"

He shrugged. "Sure. I love that kid."

"Thank you."

"Good morning all." My father's British accented voice rang out. "What's for breakfast?"

"Apples and soda." I laughed.

He gave me a weird look. "That sound healthy."

Cody shrugged. "I have to settle my stomach. These two were making out. Made me nauseous." I punched his arm. "Ow." He said before leaving the kitchen.

"Trying to make another baby already?" My father said while pouring some coffee. "You should get used to other one first."

"Dad" I rolled my eyes at him.

He shrugged. "What?" He took a sip of coffee. He made a face of disgust. "You need an espresso machine."

"No one here drinks it."

"I do." My father said while sitting next to Bryan at the table. "You can have for when I come to visit." He set the coffee down.

"They are kind of expensive."

He laughed. "You have the money." He took another disgust sip of the coffee. "So, are you almost ready, darling?"

"Yeah. I just got to get dressed." I said to him.

"Where are you two going?"

"To see my son of course."

Bryan turned to me. He shook his head. "Are you sure that is a good idea?"

I shrugged. "Why wouldn't it be?"

"Persi, we were lucky yesterday. The captain managed to get us out of any trouble. I doubt he will do it a second time."

"Oh come now, Bryan." My father taunted. "I have to see if this boy is really mine."

Bryan stood up and walked over tome. "Can I talk to you in private for a moment?" The look in his eyes told me it wasn't a request. We looked over at my dad. He was reading the newspaper and making faces at the coffee.

Bryan whisked me into the living room. "Persi, this isn't a good idea."

"Bryan, he need to meet Isaiah."

"Well, then have him use his Devil powers." He sighed. "I don't want you going to jail for this"

"I won't go to jail. It will be fine. Trust me."

He wasn't fine. I could see anger in his eyes. "Dammit. Would you just listen to me? I don't like this."

"I heard you Bryan." My voice echoed his tension. "Look, Isaiah has spent his entire life thinking he was a freak. Like no one wanted him. Now he has a chance to be a part of a family."

"He's killed people."

"So have I." I was getting upset. The lights in the living room flickered. "You have killed people."

He threw his hands up and paced a bit. He was agitated. "That's different."

"How is it different?"

"Oh don't be ridiculous, Persephone. There is a big difference."

"How?!" I yelled. The lights flickered again.

He looked at the flickering lights. "Can you dial back the anger a bit? I don't want clean up the living room again."

"Oops. Sorry. Your wife is getting hysterical." The room began to shake a little. I could feel the heat rising.

He glared at me. Then walked out of the room. We rarely ever fought. I leaned against the couch. Tears formed in my eyes.

"What was that all about?" My father said.

"Nothing." I stormed to the bedroom. Bryan was walking out with his holstered gun and coat. We didn't say anything for a moment.

"I'll see you later." He said tersely then left.

I quickly got dressed. I walked into Tristan's room. He was still sleeping. I leaned down to kiss him. Cody was standing in the doorway. "He'll be fine."

I smiled and ruffled his hair as I brushed past him. "We shouldn't be gone long." I said calmly. My anger was dissipating. "Tell Jess, I said hi."

My father was waiting by the front door. His dark eyes looking me over. "You and your mom jeans."

I just glared at him and walked out the door. I was in no mood to deal with his fashion critiques. The elevator dinged and we got in. I walked quickly to my Mercedes. My dad was behind me not saying a word.

As we were getting in to the car he decided to break the silence. "You want to talk about it."

I started the car. My hands gripped the wheel. I took a deep breath. "No. Let's focus on seeing Isaiah."

The radio was on a country music station. I was humming along to a George Strait song. I could hear my father scoffing in the passenger seat. "Let me guess. Poor cowboy lost his pickup truck?"

I just rolled my eyes and turned it up. My right hand was resting on the shifter. My index finger kept tapping the top. MY nerves were kicking in big time. I was disobeying my Grandfather. I was not going to carry out his command. My mind was going over how I was going to get out of it.

"Seriously, can we change the station to something else."

"What's wrong? You don't like country."

"Do I look like I like country music?" He sounded annoyed. He took on a bad western type accent, "She took my pickup and my dog. I need some beer. God love America."

I couldn't help but laugh. "That was a good one, Dad. Do it again."

He snorted. "No. Just change the station."

I sighed loudly and flipped it to a classic rock station. It was playing the Rolling Stones. "Is that better?"

"Slightly."

We fell silent for a few minutes. My mind was racing. I knew I should probably say something to my father about what God had said. But I knew that would probably create more problems. I just didn't want that now. The argument with Bryan was weighing heavily on my mind. A whole new issue. When was it going to stop? I was supposed to be enjoying my new baby.

A flash of light in front of us cause me to slam on the brakes. Cars behind me honked frantically. My father lurched forward. He turned to look at me. I shook my head and pulled into a parking spot. I closed my eyes and put my head on the steering wheel.

"Persephone? What is wrong?"

"Nothing." I said quickly. I took a few more deep breaths and then steered the car back into traffic.

"Something is wrong. I can feel it eating at you."

Did he have an inkling that his Father had visited me? I sighed. I decided to tell a half-truth. "Oh it's just this whole thing with CPS. I can't believe Bryan's parents would do that." It was a complete lie. I really was worried about that.

"You have nothing to worry about. Tristan is fine. You and Bryan and greet parents. You live in a beautiful penthouse overlooking Central Park. Every kid should be as lucky."

I tried to smile. My attention was on the road. "Yeah, you are right."

"I'll vouch for you. You know how persuasive I can be." His usual Lucifer voice oozed out.

"Don't sleep with the case worker."

He scoffed. "Is that what you take me for? Someone who can't control themselves."

I remembered the morning I was sitting in his living room watching girl after girl stream out of his room. He didn't seem the least bit ashamed. It leads to one of our epic fights. The room shook. Fire raged in his eyes. I left crying. It was a pattern with us.

After a while we reached the parking lot to the visitor's center. My father charmed the desk clerk into letting us onto the shuttle to take us to the island. We sat silently on the bus. My father seemed lost in his own thoughts. Part of me wanted to know what he was thinking. Was he nervous about meeting Isaiah? As we got closer I noticed some billowing from the psychiatric wing. MY heart sank.

Firetrucks and people were gathered outside. The driver wasn't going to let us off. But my father persuaded him. We walked towards the group. The firefighters were still fighting a blaze. Inmates and staff were being given medical attention. I noticed a couple of body bags. The front of the building looked like a bulldozer had hit it.

As we walked up my captain walked over with another man. The doctor from the day before. He glared at me. "Detective Lockhart, I thought I told you to stay away."

I looked silently at the damage. My father was quietly observing as well. The doctor was looking us over.

My father looked at the two men. "What happened here?"

The doctor threw up his hands. "It got out."

It? I thought to myself. I hated that he had called him "it." But I felt sick. Oh dear, Isaiah. You couldn't just hold on.

"It?" My father sputtered. "It? What do you mean by it?"

"That hell spawn or whatever you want to call it. It threw a tantrum." The doctor's voice was frantic.

My father took a step towards the man. I could see and feel the anger rising. I put my hand on his arm. "He is not an it." My father spat at the men. The doctor stared at my father.

My captain looked him over as well. "Detective, who is this?" It was clear he knew.

"Captain, this is my father Lucifer Morningstar."

The doctor took a step back. His eyes wide with fear. "You." He pointed shakily. "You caused this. You…get away from me." He turned heel and ran towards another group of people.

My captain had some fear in his eyes but he didn't back away. He looked my father up and down like everyone else. He was either in disbelief or shock. Neither of which I could tell. "You are not what I expected."

My father relaxed. He shrugged. "Were you expecting horns?"

"No. Not sure what I was expecting." The captain shrugged.

"Isaiah did this?" I said so.

The captain nodded. I shook my head. Tears fell down my cheeks. God's voice echoed in my head. You have to take care of him. Do not disobey me. I felt dizzy. The ground looked really inviting. What were we going to do now? I watched as another body bag was brought out.

The captain followed my gaze. "They are counting at least fifteen dead. Dozens more missing and injured." His voice was low. He was speaking partly to my father.

I could see the distress in my father's eyes. It was like he felt helpless. Or he knew what had to be done. I heard music. I couldn't quite tell where it was coming form. Then I felt the vibration in my back pocket. It was my phone. I pulled it out of my pocket. Cody was calling. Cody never calls. I swiped answer. "Cody?"

I could hear crying and heavy breathing. "Persi, I am so sorry." Cody sobbed. MY heart began racing. "I am so sorry. These people came by. They said they were CPS. They took him." He kept sobbing. "I tried to stop them. They took Tristan. Said they would call the cops if I stopped them."

Tears fell down my cheeks. "No." I whispered. I started gasping for breath. I dropped the phone. I could still hear my cousin sobbing on the phone. "NO. No, this can't be happening. NO!" My father and captain turned to look at me. My knees felt like jelly. I saw them walking towards me through my tears. "They took him." Was the last thing I said before blacking out.

Author's Note: Whoa. All kinds of fun happening, eh? Poor Persi can't catch a break. The fun is just getting started. Umm I have to admit. I am just sort of winging it with the angel/devil powers. Some of them are inspired by other incarnations of Satan/Lucifer. Some inspired by the Greek gods and demigods. I want to not look like I am copying others who are writing about angelic offspring. Though I do gleen some inspiration from them and then make it my own. Anyways. Hope you are enjoying yourselves.