The next morning Lucifer was lying in bed. He didn't have any luck last night with the ladies. He sighed. The light from the sun was streaming in right into his face. "Good morning to you too." He said quietly. He rose from his bed and put on his robe. He walked sleepily to the bar where his espresso machine was sitting. He yawned as it worked to make the brown concoction. When it was done and he had a steaming cup of the drink he walked to his recliner.

The Devil relished the quiet of the morning as he sipped the drink. He was soon joined by his son-in-law. He had on shorts and a tank top. "Good morning, Lucifer."

"Morning. Bryan. Espresso?" He gestured to the machine.

"Oh thanks." He watched Bryan fix a cup. His dark eyes followed his movements carefully. Bryan walked to one of the couches and sat down. Lucifer waited for him to take a sip.

"So, did you thoroughly satisfy my daughter last night?"

Bryan spit out espresso and began choking. "What?" He squeaked out.

"You heard me. Did you thoroughly satisfy my daughter last night?"

Bryan had a look of fear and exasperation on his face. He was trying to get out the words. Lucifer was amused by this. He watched his son-in-law struggle to form a coherent sentence. "You heard that?"

The Devil chuckled. "Bryan, I'm pretty sure they heard you two in Heaven. And I can bet my Father appreciated his name being invoked in such a manner." His voice was low and filled with sarcasm. Bryan was still having a bit of trouble finding something to say. "It's bad enough when the humans do that. But hearing his own granddaughter." He chuckled again and took a sip of espresso. "Should I be expecting another grandchild?"

Bryan had that deer in headlights look. "I uh." He blinked. "Well, we- "

Lucifer waited patiently while Bryan sputtered and stumbled over his words. "Out with it Bryan. What are you trying to say?"

"Uh sorry."

The Devil was amused. He shouldn't have been. But he was enjoying the moment. "For what? Satisfying your wife. You shouldn't be ashamed."

Bryan looked at him like he was trying to say something. "Lucifer, I can't talk about this."

Lucifer shrugged. "Okay." He set his cup down. Bryan took a few sips of his drink. The man seemed to calm a bit. But the Devil could still sense his fear. This man his daughter had chosen to procreate with was by most measures a brave man. He had been in the Army and gone to war. A decorated police officer in New York. He shouldn't be afraid. But he could sense it. "You shouldn't fear me Bryan." He said quietly.

Bryan turned to him. "I'm not afraid."

"Yes you are. I can feel it."

Bryan dropped his gaze to the ground.

"Oh, come now. We are family, aren't we? I would never do anything to harm you. Unless of course you did anything to harm my daughter or grandson."

Bryan nodded. "That's fair." He picked up his cup again and rose to his feet. "Excuse me Lucifer."

Lucifer sighed. He relished the few seconds of solitude before his daughter appeared with Tristan. "Morning, Daddy." She smiled.

"Morning, darling. Did you sleep well last night?" He smiled.

She looked at him. "Yeah. I slept pretty good." She turned her attention to the baby. He looked half-awake. "So, did Tristan."

"I'm surprised." The Devil mused.

"Why do you say that?"

"Oh god, oh god. I don't know." He rose his voice an octave.

"Dad!"

Lucifer shrugged. "What?"

"You were listening?" She looked embarrassed. She turned away from him.

"It hard to miss." He chuckled. "Though you may want to apologize to your Grandfather for the gratuitous use of his name."

Her cheeks flushed red. "Dad. Uh."

He laughed at her inability like her husband's to spit out coherent words. "Don't worry about it. Excuse me while I get dressed." He rose from the recliner and walked into his bedroom.

Later after he was dressed he walked into the living room. Bryan was holding Tristan on his lap. "Persi, is making breakfast."

Lucifer nodded. The baby began to make a fuss. His father was having a bit of trouble calming him. He walked towards them and held out his arms. "Allow me." He picked up the baby from his son-in-law. Tristan immediately quieted down.

"Wow. I think my son prefers you over me." Bryan's sounded a little disappointed.

"No. I don't think that's it." Lucifer walked over to the piano. The baby sat on his lap while he began to play a song with his free hand. Tiny hands matched his. Tristan was really fascinated by the piano. "Just maybe be calm with him."

Bryan watched them for a moment. "I suppose. It's just been a while I guess. My girls are both teenagers."

Lucifer nodded. He was paying more attention to Tristan playing with keys on the piano. The Devil was amused by his grandson's antics. This child was going to be so much like him. He hoped only the good parts. He had already seen a little bit of the power the child possessed.

The light from the sun shifted and caught the gold inlay of the urn setting atop the piano. Tristan stopped playing and looked at the shiny object. He got quiet and just stared at it. Lucifer followed his gaze. He sighed. "Uncle Isaiah, says hi."

Bryan must have noticed his son's fascination. He walked over towards them. His eyes on the urn then back at his son's. He sighed. "Lucifer, I have to know something. How powerful is he?"

Lucifer shrugged. His free hand on the urn. "Honestly. I don't know. This is my first grandchild."

Bryan narrowed his eyes. "Really? Like ever?"

Lucifer looked the urn containing his son's ashes. "Very few of my children ever made it to adulthood. The few that were able to live peaceful lives just didn't have children. I don't know if they were afraid." He sighed sadly. The beautiful child on his lap gave him a little bit of hope. "Over the generations the blood will dilute. But it will always be there. Even ten generations from now they may have a few extra abilities."

Bryan stood quietly. He was listening intently. "I have seen what Persi, can do."

Lucifer took in a breath. "You have only seen a fraction of what she is capable of, Bryan. I am an archangel. My power is second only to my Father's. She could wipe out half of this city if she wanted to."

Bryan took in a quick breath. "That's why they are watched."

Lucifer nodded. "Yes."

"Will Tristan be watched too?"

Lucifer regarded his son-in-law. He could understand his fear. His apprehension. "Yes." He said quietly. The two men sat silently for a moment. Tristan started babbling and then resumed tapping his small hands on the keys of the piano. He giggled at the sounds the instrument made. "I have seen some of the power he has."

Bryan looked at the urn. "Me too."

The Devil followed his gaze. He knew what Bryan was thinking. He tried to calm him. "Look, I think Tristan will be fine. He has a good beginning. Persephone is strong and good hearted. She will be able to help him quiet the storm."

Bryan took in a deep breath. "I hope so."

Persephone walked into the living room. "Hey guys, breakfast is ready." She slowed down as she noticed the looks on the two men. "Is everything alright?"

"No its fine darling." Lucifer responded. He started to get up. Bryan took the baby from his arms. He followed his daughter and son-in-law to the kitchen. He was quite hungry. He heard his phone ringing from the other room. He went to answer it. It was Detective Decker.

"Detective? You have news for me."

"Yeah. I will swing by Lux in a few."

"Perfect. See you then." He smiled and headed to the kitchen.