It sucked having his siblings once hate him, to guarding him like a hawk, having to stay in Heaven to heal with injuries that he could deal with ON EARTH in HIS penthouse.

Staying in Heaven seemed inappropriate and weird somehow. He hadn't been there in…. Forever. His siblings wouldn't talk to him, but he was sure they were talking about him. They were doing their jobs like any other day, and Lucifer just shows up, bleeding to death and looking totally terrible.

He highly doubted that they would just be his friend because of him getting hurt. Most of them hated him for losing the war, others were on Father's side and hated him because he rebelled. It seemed unnatural that they would be nice.

Lucifer was laying on the bed they switched him to, which was even more comfortable. It was the bed in his old room, surprised that they didn't mess with or destroy it for a better use.

They offered food but he refused, not wanting to get too close to home, ending up like Amenadiel. Wanting to stay because of how perfect and delicious everything was.

It hurt to move, so sitting there looking at the ceiling was nice. He thought about Chloe and decided that as long as she accepted him, everything would be fine. So, talking to the doctor wasn't going to be needed. Dr. Martin kind of gave useless information sometimes, but everything would always work out in the end.

He let out a heavy sigh, regretting it because it hurt his stomach, rubbing up against the Heaven-made bandages.

There wasn't much to think of now, everything was going to turn out fine…. Hopefully. It had been a couple of days but he wanted to leave, and when Raphael came into the room that was his chance.

He asked if he could leave, welcoming him into an argument with a brother he hardly knew now, but ended up winning.

Lucifer stood up, not even thinking of his stomach. His wings wouldn't curl in so they were still on the floor. They were still devil-like which was frightening to see, but he set that aside in his mind.

I'll worry about it later. He told himself.

Lucifer was now in Amenadiel's arms reluctantly, riding to his penthouse. The Devil wanted to fly down by himself but his brothers were told how dangerous it could've been, saying that they wouldn't risk the chance of him getting hurt.

The Devil was greeted with Chloe looking not natural. Her hair was messed up and she had puffy red eyes as if she were crying, so he mouthed that his brother would leave and he did.

Walking to the balcony and flying upward to Heaven.

"Detective, have you been crying?" Lucifer said once Amenadiel was gone. Seeing her like that made him begin to pace.

"Oh hey Lucifer." She said happily, wiping away her tears. Turning around, not expecting to see his wings still there.

"Yeah I'm fine." She said in a cracky voice, but she sounded reassuring enough.

"Well that's good Detective. Do you have a place in mind you want to go to?" He stopped pacing, just looking nervously at her.

Why had she been crying? Did it involve me? Did I say or do something wrong? He thought.

"I just want to stay here with you, Lucifer." She walked to the couch, sitting down, patting the spot next to her.

Lucifer sat down and then she just rested her head upon his shoulder, he tensed a little bit before relishing in the affection and attention he got, wrapping his arm around her and leaning on the back of the couch, wings in the way. She lightly touched them, curious as to what they felt like. It had a hard surface, they were burning hot, but she didn't remove her hand.

"What happened?" Chloe taking her hand off after a few seconds.

"I don't know. I may be self-actualizing as my dear old brother said."

She looked at him, before resting her head back on his shoulder.

They both closed their eyes, falling asleep. The only thing that mattered at the moment was the Detective.

It was a bit confusing how he fully felt about being close to her, and was shocking how close she was. Did she, at last, accept him for who and what he was?

—-

Trixie had a conversation with The Devil's brother a couple of days ago. He was asking about her mom.

Trixie wasn't much fond of her mother at the moment, but she would learn to forgive her. She was told God said 'yes' because it was what his son wanted. So if God could forgive her, she could as well.

Trixie was on a walk after getting permission from Dad. She needed to get some fresh air for a while, to be away from the house.

Her Father was used to having Trixie stay at home and play a board game but she didn't, she hadn't eaten much for the past week and had been out a lot.

She walked under a bridge and sat by a river close by. It was easing to watch the tiny waves roll by. Some ducks dove under the water, popping up feet away, and birds were chirped nearby.

People didn't usually go there, so it was quiet and she liked it. She went there when life was too crazy for her to handle.

Trixie was ripping out some grass out of boredom, plus it was amusing.

Her knees were up against her chest with her arms wrapped around, looking out at the sky. It was beginning to get dark so she stood up, walking home.

The walk wasn't very much nice, her legs were aching with how long the walk is between the bridge and her house.

She got home, downing a cup of water Dan offered, then went to her room. The walk was tiring.

—-

Michael sat in his cell, bored.

Knowing full well what would happen if he stabbed his brother.

If he wouldn't have been found, he would've gone off of Plan A. It didn't, like he half expected, so Michael didn't have to go off Plan A. He did, though, have a plan for being stuck in this disgusting cage.

Michael knew when and how he should get out. Needing no help in accomplishing his task for later. He was going to have to wait for his escape. They would look for him, and Lucifer's twin needed them to look for him later rather than sooner.

Though, being in Heaven was terrible. He'd been in Heaven for way too long, doing what Dad asked. It didn't have the same 'home' feeling as before.

He was always in the corner of a room, invisible to the other angels, until they needed him for help or for him to do something.

Lucifer had the easiest way out. By rebelling, he was kicked out and able to do something other than be invisible. He was a king, being praised, a lord for every being in Hell!

"Sibling." He said smiling. Gabriel had passed by him, about to go do another job Dad gave her. She came close, not phased at all with him.

"What?" She asked.

"What is it you fear?" Her face was focusing on his eyes, staring deeply, as if in a trance.

"I….I fear that they'll kill you." She said, still in her trance as Michael hadn't stopped his gaze.

"Gabriel…. I've got my ways." Michael said, breaking eye contact. He couldn't tell what her exact emotion was, but she flew away in a hurry.

That could help him. He needed them to get them on his side for a BIGGER plan. He was patient, because he would have to wait a long time.