Chloe spent the next few hours pottering about the house, cleaning, rearranging things, anything to keep her mind busy but it kept circling back to the one thing Lucifer seemed to be tight lipped about and she finally had enough.

"So what's the plan?" Chloe asked, taking a seat opposite the young Devil who was currently sprawled out on the sofa reading a comic; called Lucifer of all things, he couldn't see any similarities. He glanced up at her, his eyebrow raised.

"For what?"

Rolling her eyes she wondered if he'd also gotten the teenagers gift of memory lapse.

"You're mother."

He moved to sit properly and placed the comic on the table. Watching her with that knowing gaze that made her feel a little uncomfortable. "Once Maze gets back and lets me know where my mother is, I'll go take care of it."

Chloe' eyes bulged incredulously. "Seriously? That's your plan?"

With a half shrug he offered. "Well yes, what else did you think was going to happen?"

"Maybe a little more planning? You're going to get yourself killed, Lucifer." She stood from the chair and started pacing, worrying her bottom lip.

She was so busy worrying that she didn't notice the flash of guilt on his features before it was quickly hidden behind his aloof mask. "There isn't much else to plan, Detective. She needs to be taken care of and quickly. If she gains a foothold on Earth, all of humanity will suffer. She hates your kind with a passion and will kill everyone to get back at my dad."

Chloe stared at him in shock. "She would do that? Why?"

Lucifer fidgeted with the cuff of the shirt before lifting his head to look at her. He patted the spot next to him as invitation. She paused only for a moment then walked the few paces to take the seat next to him.

The Detective waited quietly, knowing she had to give him the time he needed to get his thoughts in order. When he finally spoke his voice was soft and she had to lean forward to hear him.

"My father told us we had to bow down to you lot, and well, let's just say I was vocally against the idea." His eyes flickered to her and saw she was listening with rapt attention, her lips quirking at the thought of Lucifer bowing down to anyone. "Now don't get me wrong, I didn't hate you humans, I thought you were fascinating creatures and I wanted to learn more about you, but bow down to you I did not. My father was so angry with me, said I'd disappointed him and he couldn't bare to look at me. So I walked away, wanted to give him time to cool off." He took a deep, breath and turned to face her. Taking her hand to anchor him, to give him strength as he replayed what happened all those eons ago. "My mother came to find me much later, told me my father planned a punishment so awful for me, that she had devised her own plan. He'd become infatuated with you humans so much that he'd become ignorant to what was happening in heaven. My mother thought the only way to make things go back to the way they were was to destroy you. She had a plan to wipe the human race from existence. I didn't know what to think, I tried to reason with her but she's pretty stubborn and told me that all I had to do was keep quiet."

Chloe gripped his hand tightly. This was all so surreal. He was talking about God, and Angels and his mother eradicating the human race. She could already guess where this was leading and she felt sadness wash over her. "You told him, didn't you?"

Lucifer nodded. "Yes. I thought by telling him her plan that it would somehow spare me of my punishment. I was selfish. And he told me so. He said we had both betrayed him and we would both be punished. And so hell was created. I would punish those who would not repent their sins and my mother would be locked away in the most barren part of hell where no one would be able to hear her."

She could tell that even after all this time the guilt still ate away at him. "Lucifer, ..." Her voice broke off because what could she possibly say to make any of this better. "Your dad was wrong."

The Devil blanched. "What?"

"He should never have punished you like that for not wanting to bow down to humans, and he certainly shouldn't have put you in hell for telling him of your mothers plan to kill us all. If anything he should have been thanking you." Chloe felt her heart clench at his obvious joy at her words. His lips curving in a massive smile that showed his pearly white teeth.

"You don't think it was justified? I did betray my mother and it still didn't help me, I was still made to rule hell."

Chloe shook her head vehemently. She couldn't imagine that sort of punishment. The most Trixie ever got was grounded, with no chocolate cake if she'd been naughty. It was a miracle the boy in front of her had turned out as well as he had.

"No it wasn't. You were just stating your belief, and I don't understand how he could have been so cruel. Were you not allowed to think for yourself?" she prodded gently.

"No, we were made to serve. He would have been happier had he just created mindless drones instead of children who were constantly arguing, curious about everything and wanted nothing more than their fathers attention, but he was always far too busy. Playing with his new creation." Lucifer exhaled loudly, drawing his knees up to his chest. "Was I really such a bad son?"

Chloe watched him hug his knees and was overwhelmed with the need to mother him, to show him that people did care about him. He'd definitely been given the short straw with his family and she was having the hardest time believing that Lucifer could be anything but the cocky, self assured, playboy she'd come to know, but seeing him like this, it was making her rethink everything she knew. This kid in front of her was sad, lonely and more than anything needed someone to show him just an ounce of love and affection.

She scooted closer to him, pulling him against her side and wrapped her arms around him. "He doesn't realise how good you are, Lucifer."

With his head tucked against the crook of her neck he mumbled, "thank you, Chloe."

It took Maze almost another full day to find out where Charlotte had been hiding out. Or perhaps not so much hiding out, as living it up. She was currently saying in one of Luxe' penthouse suites.

Lucifer grunted at her choice of venue. Trust her to pick that one. He smiled when Maze handed him a bag and like a kid opening his present on Christmas day, the teenage Devil started pulling out his new attire.

"Now this is much more like it." He lifted the dark blue shirt and held it against him. It seemed like a good fit. Maze had a good eye for detail and would have been able to tell his measurements simply by looking at him. It was a handy skill to have, especially now.

Crossing her arms, Maze stared down at her creator. She was still trying to get used to his youthful features and the fact he was now only an inch taller than her. "We need to attack her now, Lucifer. Before she gets a firm hold on the body she inhabits. It may already be too late."

Lucifer shrugged indifferently. "Don't worry yourself Maze, she'll get what's coming to her."

Starting to become annoyed that he didn't seem to be taking this seriously, Maze stepped forward and gripped his shoulders in a bruising hold. "I know a lot has happened Lucifer, but you're still the Devil. Act like it!" she snapped.

Lucifer' expression darkened and in one swift move he gripped Maze by the throat, his eyes flashing crimson and the temperature increasing to an almost uncomfortable level. "I know who I am, Mazikeen. Don't ever speak to me this way again!" he practically snarled.

The bar tender smirked as he lowered her to the ground, his tight grip on her neck loosening.

He shook his head and smiled at her antics. "You have to stop doing that Maze."

"Why?" she asked, trailing her fingers down his cheek. "Sometimes you need that fire and I have a feeling you are going to need it in this fight."

With a grin that turned into more of a grimace, he nodded. "You're not wrong. I'll be ready, don't you worry your pretty little head."

"What do you want me to do?"

Lucifer pulled the t-shirt he'd been wearing over his head and got changed into his new shirt. At last he was starting to feel a little more like his old self. As he started buttoning up the new shirt, he glanced at his demon who was watching him, silently awaiting his orders.

"Keep a close eye on her. We'll need to know if she leaves the hotel and where she goes. I don't want her slipping through our fingers when she is so close." He started pulling on his new pants, black and fitted, just as he liked them. "Call if anything changes and Maze," he added with a serious tone. "Don't even think of going up against her by yourself. You will not win in a fight against her and," he broke off and had to turn away to compose himself. "I can't lose you."

Maze moved to stand at his back. Reaching out she clasped his arm, turning him around to face her and after he finally made eye contact with her she smiled warmly at her little Devil and pressed her lips to his cheek. "I give you my word."

"Good." He smiled, holding his arms out wide. "What do you think?"

"So handsome."

"Just what I thought."