Where the hell is Lucifer? Amenadiel thought. I mean he was doing good, he did seem sad, but that was weeks ago.

That got Amenadiel wondering if something bad happened to Lucifer. He didn't see Lucifer at work, so he checked the Penthouse.

"Lucifer? Where the hell are you?" That's when Amenadiel noticed a horrible smell. Amenadiel couldn't tell what it was exactly, but he was scared to check, because Lucifer is Lucifer, and some of the things Amenadiel witnessed were not… too great.

So Amenadiel began to walk around, and saw a broken wine glass next to the couch. He walked over to the couch, when he saw something just feet away.

Shoes? He never leaves shoes around. What is going on here? The archangel walked over towards the shoes, and before he could turn the corner, he figured out what it was.

It was Luci in his devil/human form. Some parts of him were in devil form, and some parts were human, he looked like he had been poisoned, and he was bleeding from his back. Amenadiel went to his knees so he had arms reach for his neck. He put two fingers to his neck, but couldn't find a pulse. Then went to turn him over, analyzing what happened.

His wings. There gone. Why would anyone would want to have his wings? Did he cut his wings off before he died. Amenadiel thought.

So he began to look around the penthouse, because Lucifer always left his wings lying around after he would chop them off. He always left messes, for someone else to clean up.

But after he looked literally everywhere, the next best guess was that someone took his wings.

—-

Amenadiel had to admit that he was terrified of the situation, and couldn't bear to think about how this happened, and how torturous it must've been. He decided to check Hell just to see if Lucifer was there, but didn't find him there so he checked Heaven, but yet couldn't find him there either.

—-

Lucifer was confused, with everything that had just happened in the past twenty minutes. It was only about 15 minutes ago when he was excited, and was more than happy to put on the music.

Where am I? Thought Lucifer as he looked around. But became disappointed as he realized exactly what it was, because he was banned from Heaven. So he was therefore in Hell.

Am I really stuck in my hell lope? Lucifer scoffed, but before he could do much. He got interrupted by Uriel. And before he knew it, there was Azrael's blade right in his hand.

Bloody hell, not this again. Not this.

Then he felt he had no control over his body. He didn't know why he was stuck in his hell lope, but that was the last thing on his mind. Not only that, but he didn't need to add something to his list of stressful things today.

Lucifer felt his body lunge forward and stab Uriel.

"Look Uriel," Lucifer started to say. " I didn't want any of this to happen. Y-you were gonna kill Mum and the Detect-" But Lucifer stopped mid-sentence, because talking about the detective just hurt. So he changed the subject back to Uriel. He knew it was being played by a demon (he wasn't dumb).

"Look, I know you aren't really Uriel."

"Doesn't change the fact that I'm dead because of you. I mean I never planned to kill you or wanted to really. So how is it that the first thing you've killed is your own kind, your own brother."

"I-I didn't want to….. He was going to kill Mum."

"You really believe that. No, those are just excuses." Uriel argued.

And Lucifer again lunged at him with the knife. Every second, and realization broke him even more.

At that moment, he started to think even more about the Detective, and Lucifer noticed the room starting to change. It started to change into… into his penthouse.

"Oh great. What else is happening today?"

That is when he realized what was happening. Uriel transformed into Chloe. Lucifer was somehow guilty about the date, and Detective.

"Oh great, just great!"

—-

He has skipped two of his sessions already, and last time he did that. It didn't go too well. Where is he anyway? Linda said to herself.

After that she went to search for Lucifer, and the first place she looked was his Penthouse, where she found him exactly how Amenadiel did.

Linda heard the ding of the elevator and found Amenadiel. He seemed pale, and she could tell he was scared.

"Amenadiel? What has happened to Lucifer?" But Amenadiel was too nervous to answer.

"Amenadiel, what happened to Lucifer?" Linda said, giving him the impression that she would've won the argument.

"Well," Amenadiel began to speak slowly. "I was curious, like you. So I went in search for and found him here. I guessed he was poisoned, and I found out just minutes ago that he was poisoned. So I went to go to Hell, but he wasn't there. So I even searched Heaven and he wasn't there either."

"Linda," He said, concerned " I can't find Lucifer at all."

Before Linda said anything, she went to look at him a second time. He was in both of his forms. Blood was splattered from his back onto the floor, and there were some feathers scattered across the floor, close to him. He had foam out his mouth, and he was facing towards the table.

Linda walked over to it and found nothing but a tiny piece of grilled cheese. It wasn't the fancy kind either.

"Amenadiel! Bring Lucifer to his father. God has got to know what happened, and if not, he should at least find out. Whoever did this will pay. I-I need to bring Ella over here. It doesn't seem that someone broke in, so this stays between you, Ella, and I" Linda finally replied.

—-

The angel carried his brother, and brought him up to Heaven, where he was accompanied by lots of confused, disgusted, and careless angels. But he didn't care at the moment, because what mattered was Luci and where he was.

Finally Amenadiel reached his Father's office.

"Dad? Something's happened to Lucifer. I looked in Hell, Heaven, and Earth for him. I found him like this in his penthouse. He has been poisoned." The angel said, obviously concerned.

God brought up a hand to silence him.

"Son, I can tell you are concerned but if you've come here for answers as to what happened. I honestly don't know."

"Well you can at least help! He may be the devil, but he is still your son no matter what everyone else makes him out to be." Amenadiel argued. "Please." He finally said.

"I will see what I can do, but in the meantime. Try to get some rest. He doesn't have any cut wounds, confirming he wasn't stabbed with her blade, so he must be fine. It can at least wait until tomorrow. Okay?"

"Okay." He said reluctantly.

—-

"What happened?" Ella asked as she looked at Linda who had just barged in, and was breathing heavily.

"Ella, I need you to follow me. Don't tell anyone, and make sure that nobody finds out."

"Linda….. What's going on?"

"It is Lucifer. H-he… You've just got to follow me."

So Ella began to follow the therapist as she frantically walked out of the precinct, to her car, and at the penthouse. She walked past his tiny bar and to the couch, and then finally.

"I-Is that Lucifer? What is he doing here, like that? I-I-Is he dead? WHY am I here?"

"I know this is a lot to ask, but can you do your forensic business and inform me on what you think happened? Please?"

"Uh- yeah. Yeah I can get to work."

—-

"Please, just stop this nonsense. I don't feel bad about my own death. Why….? Why have I been reminded about this." Lucifer said, chuckling quietly, trying to hold on to his humor between him and his used-to-be demon, but breaking on the inside.

He couldn't quite find the reason as to WHY he felt guilty, and it stressed him out. No matter how much he said or did, the loop never changed and his demon refused to break his role in the play he was taught to perform.

It had been about a whole week stuck in his own hell loop, and he didn't like being the one who was tortured. Though as he thought about it more, he also didn't like the role he played as the devil, torturing souls for eons. Being blamed for every little sin that humanity made on their own accord. There was no winning. Either be blamed or be tortured and still, either way, he was stuck in Hell.

Lucifer tried to take control of his body, walking towards the elevator door, since that was the most obvious way to get out. But he couldn't get control.

"Oh bloody hell, why can't you just tell me why I regret this." Lucifer said. Then he tried to think of what Linda would try to say.

Well, maybe you don't regret this specifically, but it is a part of why, isn't it? Doctor would say.

Lucifer thought for a moment, then a moment became minutes, and minutes became hours. At that, he just gave up entirely. What else was there to do? He kept reliving both his remake date with the detective and dying on repeat, and he didn't know how to stop it, what to do, and the demon wouldn't accept any of the offers he gave to get out.