Lucifer felt when their presence had left, and that honestly made him relieved. They were gone. It took him some moments to hide his feelings, like he always had. When one of his demons came to him.

"Lord? We don't know where Zermoni is." Said Dromos, ever so loyal.

"Well go find him. You KNOW what he'll do if he isn't doing his job, and you know what I'll do when I find him!" Lucifer said in his demon voice. standing up, eyes glowing red. "Squee and you will go on a search for him."

So the demon went away. Dromos didn't dare to disobey, because he was loyal, and knew what Lucifer would do.

The devil went up and down the halls, making sure every demon was doing their job. Torturing the damned souls. A lot of them enjoyed their job and embraced the cries and screams for help, but others, not so much.

Lucifer had flown outward to get a better view of Hell, when he knew something was different. Not with Hell, because it still felt the same, but with him. HE felt different, and he couldn't figure out what, until one of the demons that was walking to do his other task, looking at him with amazement, well his wings mostly. The demon's jaw dropped, and he was both scared and excited.

The devil looked over his shoulder, and at his wings. He shuddered a tad bit. His wings weren't normal, they were a dark red color, and looked like it would feel like sandpaper if he touched them, and they had, what seemed to be, a claw or spike at the top of each wing. This had never happened before. He didn't know why they changed from the beautiful, soft, fluffy, vibrant white they had been a day ago.

How could they have changed that quick, and why? Lucifer didn't like what he saw at all. It may have been his Father, or if what Amenadiel was saying was true, he was self-actualizing himself. He didn't know why.

"Oh bloody hell!" The devil said, as he flew around a little, trying not to show his people that he was soft or something. Suddenly he got hit with something and then another and another, he finally saw what hit him. It was a part of his throne, black rocks. He couldn't find where it was coming from, when he got hit in one of his wing joints, forcing his wings to give out on power, making him fall. It hurt for him to keep steady now. He passed out, seconds from hitting the ground.

The last thing he remembered was... Wait, Michael

Lucifer woke up with the worst headache he's had in quite a while. It took him a few seconds to get up fully, to register what had happened.

"Hey bro. Did you take a fall?" His American accented brother said. His brother had been holding the flaming sword, with all pieces assembled to it. Not only could it wipe him out of existence but it could also...

"Michael, didn't expect to see you? What do you have up your sleeve this time? Are you going to wipe me out of existence? And... bloody hell, how did you even get the sword anyway." Lucifer asked, sounding annoyed. Hiding his nervousness well enough.

"No, worse." Said Michael as he swiped the sword, slashing Lucifer's stomach, then cut a hole in space and time. Kicking the Devil into another universe. He could tell that it wasn't his Mother's universe, and it must've been tampered with. When it came to his twin, what wasn't tampered with?

It had all the things he hated created in one, showing memories, then something that could physically hurt him.

The first memory that showed up was his fall. He couldn't remember the memory much, but now as he rewatched it, all of it, every detail. He found himself tearing up just a bit. He remembered how he felt, how IT felt.

It hurt him both physically and mentally. He hated having to see all of what happened. He was SOMEHOW being controlled in this situation, he could blink and breathe all on his own, but he was being forced to watch all of his painful memories.

His next memory was when he was in Hell. Not one of his siblings visited him, as he sat on his throne, being the lord of Hell. Not even his Father came to his aid when he needed it, and Eve was certainly not able to, given the fact that she was... well Eve.

Then the Devil saw himself as he rose to Earth for his vacation years ago, it had been fun, except for the part of wings getting cut off. Somehow, in that moment, he could feel his wings getting cut off, but in reality, they were still there.

He never had bothered to look back, to see where his wings were, until that second. He looked back, and saw his wings were hung up on the wall, still attached to him. How? He thought as he looked at them. He tried to get his wings off whatever it was attached to, but it didn't work. It actually stung, A LOT! Something had to go threw his wings to get tied up, and taking them off of whatever it was, hurt too much. It was exhausting, so he finally gave up after a couple of moments, just standing there.

"Really? Is this your plan!? Tie me up and leave with all of the painful reminders, that my life sucks." He said aloud, hoping that Michael would show his cowardly face, that was probably hiding, watching as he was reminded of everything.

And then came the memory of how he felt when he had to catch his mother, how he felt frightened when the Detective got into that random car accident, his brother dying at his hands, him trying to get himself shot. EVERY horrible thing from smallest to biggest.

Sometimes, he hurts physically, other times mentally, and most of the time he feels both of them. His wings were still chained up, and he wasn't standing anymore. He was very fatigued, and couldn't nor didn't, have enough strength to stand up. He let his wings hold him up, as his knees hardly touched the ground.

He just hung there, looking down at the ground. His twin had most likely decided to leave him alone for a while, because the memories weren't showing up, and the weird creatures who tortured him in between each memory and things he had felt, weren't there.

He felt powerless, and was somewhat terrified that his life was in the hands of that corrupted angel. Knowing Michael, he won't stop his plan, but Lucifer's friends were smart. They would find him, right?

Linda woke up, it had been days since their session. She wanted to give him some space, because he could easily break, and he's had a horrible life since the beginning of time, so him 'breaking' is a bit bad.

She did what she normally did in the morning. She got dressed, and ate waffles, when Amenadiel walked through the door.

"Hey Amenadiel! Has Lucifer asked to speak to me?" Linda says, still eating the last of her waffles.

"Linda, he hasn't talked to me at all. We may have given him too much space."

"It'll take time. His life could shatter, going through what he has." So they weren't going to Hell that day. Linda had some clients who needed help and Amen was doing whatever angels did.

"I feel excluded both mentally and physically with my family, and they don't seem to care." said one of her clients.

"Well maybe you need to talk to them about it."

I have," She began desperately. "They keep saying that they take me everywhere, and that I should stop being so full of myself. And I also have a weird hatred for my step-mom but can't explain it, because I don't know the full reason why."

"Has she done something that has made you mad?"

"EVERYTHING! She can't keep her hands or thoughts to herself. She kept my Mother from me, and acts like she is my Mother. She acts like a child, when it comes to me. I think SHE should go to therapy to become a better Mom. So I barricade myself in my room, so I don't have to get yelled at, and so that I don't have to see her face, but she ends up forcing me to eat. Even though she tells all of the other children that she doesn't want them to over-eat!" At this point, her client was crying. She put her face into her hands, and kept them there for a bit.

"Have you told her that? It could help her a bit."

"No I haven't. I call my real Mother and tell her."

"LUCIFER'S GONE!" Amenadiel said as he barged in the door.

"I'm sorry Lanna, our session is over." Linda said, while looking at Amenadiel.

So Lanna nodded her head, walked out, thinking about what Linda had suggested.

"What do you mean 'Lucifer's gone'" Linda asked frightened.

"He isn't in Hell. Gabriel went to visit him, but couldn't find him, so she told all the angels about it." He replied.

"Well where in the hell could he have gone?"

"I don't know. He isn't able to really. He is stuck in Hell, because of whatever Chloe has done."

"Maybe the angels have something to do with it." Linda suggested.

"I'll go ask around." Amen finally said, as he walked out, and sprouted his wings.

When the angel left, Linda walked to her desk, and sat in her chair. She wanted to cry for the Devil's sake. He's gone through too much, and either he somehow got away, or something's happened to him. She didn't want to believe Amenadiel's words, but she had to. He wouldn't lie about something like this.

She just sat there, thinking of all the possibilities of what happened to him. He was a good guy, if people thought to even see his side of the story. Linda didn't think she could endure that much pain.

He may have been self-absorbed, but in his case that was good. Linda was the one to help him into thinking about the others, and look where that got him. She just wanted it to be over. She wanted things to go bad to normal. This seemed to be the most unreal thing in her life, but this had been the most real it could get, which was the part of this that she didn't like.

If he was taken, he could be really shattering, but if he ran away somehow, then maybe he was getting the space that he needed.

She took some deep breaths and convinced herself that they would find him, and he had just run away for space.

Lucifer had no idea what to do. There was dried up blood on his abs and sliced up shirt. His brother now had FULL power over him. He didn't want to know what his brother was going to do to him. He didn't want to die at his brother's hands.

The lord of hell's life ended after his twin thought of a plan. Which just sounds like the beginning of a joke, without the ending.

He was the devil, so he finally healed, but it took days. He had somewhat of strength to stand up, but everything was numb.

His twin left him alone for some days, and Lucifer didn't know if he should be scared or relieved. Lucifer was scared that Michael was doing whatever-he-usually-did to the people he cared for, or loved.

His first thought, as he was thinking of who Michael decided to mess with, oddly was Chloe. He didn't want it to be, but it was. What if Michael killed her or something. Chloe must've not felt bad for what she did to Lucifer, so she would most likely go to Heaven.

The place that Lucifer simply couldn't go, and he wouldn't try to anyway. Heaven had always had a Hell feeling to it.

Dear old Dad had always busy playing with his creations, mum was.. Well mum, and his siblings were stuck doing their jobs.

The next person he thought of was Chloe's offspring and Linda. Both of them were obviously going to Heaven.

Unless….. Maybe Michael would use the knife on them. Lucifer didn't like that, but it could happen.

Lucifer tried to get his wings off of the wall, but it didn't work. He didn't feel it at first, but blood was trickling down his wings. He was too numb though, so he tried again and again, until one of his wings broke free, and the other wing followed close after.

He probably broke some bones in the process though, because he was unable to curl his wings back. So he just let them drag across the floor as he headed towards the door that let him go elsewhere.

There wasn't much to look at. There was a really long hallway and with each door, came a painful or annoying memory that he's had since the beginning of time. They were all paused from what it looked like, with a sense of non-people. Kind of like how it was in Hell, with the demons.

He went to the end of the hall, and opened the metal door he was accompanied with. It had nothing. It was a white color, like what happened with his mum after she got stabbed, but everywhere. That is when he passed out. He wasn't sure what the reason was.

Lucifer woke up after… well he wasn't sure how long. He saw something different from what was in his universe.

It was beautiful, and was what his mum had described she wanted if she were able to choose a place different from Heaven.

He was in soft, damp grass, and beside him was his mother.

"Mu-mum?" He managed to whisper, sounding raspy. He didn't know whether to be suprised or not.

Michael was very smart when it came to plans. He would make sure everything was as he made it. It was like he knew what everyone would say and do.

The goddess of all creation was kneeled down next to him, but didn't respond. She just looked at him, stroking his cheek which at first, made him flinch, and bringing one of his lose hair strands behind his ear.

"I have missed you SO much, son." She said, tearing up. She wasn't sure how he got here, but he looked horrible. Devil wings had rested behind his back with blood settled on it. His hair was everywhere, and different from how he always kept it, neat. His shirt was cut through, and she saw a wound, running deep into his stomach.

"What's happened to you?" She asked.

He chuckled before replying with, "Just some family drama."

Mum still looked confused, so he went on.

"Chloe knows who I am. She banned me from Earth." He was now looking away. Avoiding eye contact with his Mother.

The devil plopped on the grass again, looking at the sky, with so little clouds. The sun was hiding behind a mountain nearby.

"I was going to stay in Hell, before Michael came and sent me to my own universe, which then, somehow, lead me to yours." Lucifer still looked at the sky. He didn't want to see his mum's reaction.

"Well what is your world like?" She asked.

He glanced at her. "I was just reminded of some annoying memories that I very much despise, I'll be fine though."