Author's Note: I racked my brain trying to figure out how to figure out how Persi and Isaiah would get out of everything they had done. I think I came up with a reasonable explanation. Burden of proof. Oh and I hope you enjoy the little moment between Lucifer and his crazy kids.

My father had to drive us home. We sat in silence for a moment. The storm above us was like a fluke and soon dissipated. I shook my head. What had I done? Tears fell down my cheeks. I had enough of crying. I wanted to hold my son in my arms again. I felt a calming hand on my arm. The dark eyes of the Devil had a look of love and concern. He smiled.

I returned the smile. But my heart wasn't in it.

"It's going to be alright, darling."

I shook my head. "What have I done? I am going to jail."

"Why?" He questioned. Didn't he see the church on fire?

"I burned down a church. I assaulted a man. How am I not?"

He laughed. His eyes glancing between me and the road. "How are they going to prove it?"

"There were witnesses. They saw me. The place started shaking and then fire erupted. I did that."

"Yes, darling. I got that. But how are they going to prove it? You don't have matches or a lighter on you. They need evidence to prove your guilt. Do they not?" He was right. How could they prove it? Telling people, I was half angel was going to be a difficult sell. The assault charge would stick. Though I hadn't really hurt the pastor. I was stopped before I went over the edge.

I glanced at him. "Oh listen to you sounding al detective. Chloe is really rubbing off on you."

He shrugged. "Maybe a little."

"I don't understand why you didn't just rip him to shreds, Persephone." Isaiah piped in from the back seat. "I would have ripped him limb from limb."

"That's not what a rational person does, Isaiah."

"But he has your son. He deserves it."

"Yes he does. But we can't let ourselves be taken over by rage. We have to do things right."

He scoffed. "Who cares about what's right"

"Isaiah, everyone cares. Going over the edge and burning down buildings is what gets the National Guard coming after you. It's what- "I stopped short of saying it's what gets the Heavens coming after you. "It's just not right."

"But Persephone. We have these powers. We should be able to use them."

I turned to my brother. "We need to use them reasonably, Isaiah. We need to quiet the storm. Our two halves constantly battling. We- "

"Oh come on Persephone I don't need a lecture. I was just trying to help."

"I know Isaiah. I am trying to help you. I don't want you getting in more trouble."

"Well, don't worry about me." He scoffed and glared at me. I could feel the heat in the car rising a bit.

"If you two don't stop. I will have to turn this car around." My father came in. "Bollocks. I feel like a bloody soccer mom." He grumbled.

I couldn't help but laugh. I should have been laughing but picturing the Prince of Darkness as a soccer mom just made me laugh.

"What's so funny?" My dad said.

"I'm picturing you as a soccer mom."

He shook his head and laughed too. Then Isaiah started laughing. It was a great moment. Sitting there like a real family. Laughing.

"We could buy him a cute dress." Isaiah said between snorts.

"OH yeah. One with cute little flowers." I added.

Dad rolled his eyes. "It better be red."

That just made us laugh harder. Then my mood changed in seconds. I felt tears once again in my eyes. "Daddy, I miss my baby."

"I know, darling." He said gently.

We all sat in silence the rest of the way home. I noticed the police presence wasn't as noticeable. The National Guard was no longer patrolling the streets. I thought it odd.

As we were riding the elevator my brother glanced at me. "Look I am sorry about earlier." He sighed. "I have trouble getting them to quiet." He pointed to his head.

"I know. I will help you, Isaiah." I put my arm around him. We hugged.

The elevator dinged. We walked off towards the front door. I lowered myself to one of my couches with a big sigh. My father disappeared into the kitchen. Isaiah sat nearby. MY head was hurting. Exerting myself earlier had taken its toll. I glanced at Isaiah. He was sitting quietly staring into space.

I stood up and handed him the remote to the TV. "You can watch whatever you want."

He smiled. "I don't know what's on. Do you have an oldies station? I like I Love Lucy."

I turned the TV on. I flipped through channels. I found a station playing Gilligan's Island. "How is that?"

He nodded. "Perfect. I love this show." He looked so innocent. The smile on his face read joy. He laughed at the show. I patted his shoulder and walked out to the balcony.

I paced for a few moments. I stopped and looked at the sky. Approaching the railing I put my hands on the bars. The clouds seemed to gather. The wind picked up. The golden sword flashed before my eyes. "I'm not doing it. I can't do it." I shouted to the heavens. "I can help him. I can make him good like me. Please. Just let me help him." I pleaded with Him. "Take my powers. I don't need them. They only cause problems. Please just don't make me do this." Tears fell from my cheeks.

The clouds cleared. It got quiet. Then silence. I hoped he had accepted my pleas. I hope he had taken away this burden. I walked back into the house. Bryan was standing in the living room. He had a smile on his face. "We found him."

My heart swelled. "Tristan. They found him."

Bryan nodded. I practically leaped into his arms. I kissed him. "And there is more good news." He glanced at Isaiah. "The National Guard has backed off of finding Isaiah. No one can prove how he started the fire. They are blaming it on a gas leak."

I smiled. I couldn't believe it. My father was right. Everything was going to be okay. "Where is Tristan?"

"Come on. I'll take you to him." Bryan put his arm around me.

I glanced at my father. He was smiling. "Did you hear that, Dad? Everything will be okay." I hugged him.

"That's good to hear, darling."

"You want to come with us."

He shook his head. "I have to talk to Isaiah. We'll be here when you get back."

Bryan took my hand and we walked out of the apartment to the elevator. I was elated. Everything was going to be fine. I kept telling myself that over and over. Everything was going to be okay.

Author's Note: How many of you are picturing Lucifer as a soccer mom. Come on admit it.