"My Dad, that's bright!" Lucifer said, looking up. He was in the same room, but it seemed brighter. How long was he asleep?

"Hello son." His Father said, which at first made Lucifer surprised, but Lucifer covered it by pretending to be unphased.

"Dad." He said plainly, looking out at Heaven. The perfect grass, the cotton candy way out there by… by the jail.

"Look Samael," God said, making Lucifer look at him annoyed. He had changed his name for a reason.

"I know that you are mad about what I've done, and we can get to that, but right now, I am worried about you. I'm sorry I've been distant but I didn't want to end up being the one to take your free will."

Lucifer didn't answer. How could he have trust his Father after years and years of betrayal. It wouldn't take one conversation to fix eons of crap. I don't think any period of time would fix what's been done.

"I have found Michael. He was hiding, and after I found out what he'd done, I put him in jail." God said.

"How come you didn't put me in jail, when I killed Uriel. He didn't deserve it, but he was doing what he thought YOU wanted. Why didn't you come to stop either of us? You could've prevented everything from happening. So.. why didn't you?" Lucifer finally spoke.

"Well I had been working, son. I hadn't even known it was happening until it did. I couldn't stop it. I wouldn't let anything like that happen to my sons."

Lucifer stopped replying, but if he did reply, he would've ended up saying.

"Well you let it happen to me." He would have snarled. He was seconds from scoffing at that thought, but held it back.

Talking was just going to escalate things, probably so much that he would bring his wall down.

So he just sat there, closing his eyes. He didn't want to be in Heaven, he… he deserved to be in Hell, though he's been there for more than half of his life.

Chloe saw HIS face, and now she is crying, curled up in a ball, in one of Heaven's jails next to Michael. He just wished that he wouldn't have shown her his face, and hadn't felt like a monster for enjoying killing Cain. Killing Cain was the whole center of the problem.

It was so hard not to cry for him at the moment, so hard to hide his feelings. When he HAD been screaming out for help, nobody heard him. So why should I try now? It won't bloody work even if I tried, my feelings are pointless. He thought to himself. Helping him in hiding what he felt.

So now he had no emotion, none in his face, none in his body. He hid them for the time being.

He stopped looking at Heaven, stopped feeling, just closing his eyes. He had no energy for anything, so he laid back down, emotions laying deep within his mind, where he hid his fall.

Chloe was crying, not because she was in jail, not because of teaming up with Michael, but because she saw Lucifer.

It was scary seeing him like that. She had seen him being brought up, limp in the angel's hands.

What have I done? I can hardly see any happiness in him anymore. God, what have I done? She said to herself. Her jail was clear, so everyone could see her and Michael.

Michael seemed to not have a care in the world.

"I sentence Michael to prison for stabbing one of his kind." She remembered God saying. He was mad, throwing Michael into jail, as they did her.

She saw Lucifer look her way, but then he seemed to have.. Well she didn't understand much, but he looked plain. Like he had not a thought in the world, then closing his eyes and laying back down.

She had seen the conversation between God and him, not understanding but could tell that the Devil was mad.

God! This is my life now. She thought, putting her head back into her balled up body, and continued to cry.

"I know a way to get out, you don't want to leave Trixie, do you?" Michael said, but she didn't answer. She felt bad for what she'd done to Lucifer, suddenly she saw blackish-gray wings swing down to her jail door.

"God made it okay for you to leave." Amenadiel said, annoyed. All the things that had happened were because of her. If she hadn't poisoned him, then he wouldn't have stayed in Hell, or get kidnapped, or almost die.

"What do you mean?"

"Lucifer didn't want you in here. So I asked God and Trixie if you could get out, and they said yes. Though they were kind of mad, so you should apologize."

"W-What happened to Lucifer last night?" She asked.

"Michael stabbed him, he was close to being dead, gone." Amenadiel said, regretting to tell her.

Hearing that after seeing him like that made her feel mad, at herself and Michael and God. God should've been there. He was all knowing right?

"Can I talk to him." She asked, looking up. She DID want to apologize, but not because the angel said so, but because she didn't like what she'd done.

So there they were, walking to the medical room. He looked like Hell. His hair seemed to not be brushed, and he'd looked to be hurt, too much.

Chloe got there, and opened the metal door, to which Lucifer slightly open his eyes.

There was a spark of emotion before nothing, and then the door closed behind her. Angels guarding the door to ensure nothing bad would happen.

"Lucifer.. I am so sorry, and I know that words won't fix what I've done but actions can. I shouldn't have done what I did because of what I seen. It was stupid for me to do it, and I shouldn't have. I should've told you the truth, and should've let each of us talk. I had been terrified, but now I am fine. I miss the days we had, solving crimes with you talking most of the time. And I should've been there when you needed me the most. We can go back to how it was." She said, blabbing on the words she had wanted to. Lucifer could tell that she wasn't lying though. She was telling the full truth. She did want them to go back to how it was, like how Lucifer wanted.

"I…I do to Detective," He was trying to think of how to word this. "I'll... just need some space, maybe we could go back to those boring cases." He said, hiding whatever he had felt minutes ago. Lucifer didn't know what to say. He wanted to be with the Detective, it was the main thing he has wanted for years, but he didn't like how he felt now.

He had just been poisoned by her, so she was kind of hard to trust, but deep down he was craving her attention.