"Hold on," Lucifer said. "You're telling me that my mum is trapped in the body of a policeman, and my dad is trapped in the body of an infamous killer?"

"Yes."

"Oh, well, that's...that's perfect! Every Tom, Dick and Harry in a badge must be putting out a BOLO for a supreme being!" Lucifer snapped, and began walking away from the department. Chloe turned and tucked her wings away, then moved hastily after him. "Just, please, Detective, tell me neither of them have barbecued anyone's face off. Eh?"

"Well, you know―I haven't exactly been following their every move, Lucifer."

"Well, do it. Please. You're not exactly working, Detective!"

"I was, until my wings popped out of my body and frightened every Tom, Dick and Harry in the precinct!"

"Well...blast Amenadiel for that. I have to go find my dad before my mum pops a cap in his arse."

"Of course you do," she sighed. "Where do you think they'll be?"

"Well, my parents aren't exactly in their own universe, or up in heaven. They're in Los Angeles. Must be a reason, like maybe they wanted to see me, so...I'm going to Lux."

"Good. Might be a good lead. But you know...they aren't just your parents. They're also Pete and Daily."

"What's your point?"

"Well, how well-acquainted are you? I mean...maybe we should check the strip club."

Sensing Chloe had stopped in the parking lot, he turned around to look at her, with a puzzled smile. "Hold on, are you calling God a sleaze?"

"No. But Pete might be. I mean, look, what we do know about him, we don't like."

"You can leave strip clubs out of it, Detective."

"Right."

"Don't worry, I haven't been to any since we started dating. Well, apart from Lux. Speaking of," he said, and turned towards his car. Seeing her standing still, he paused. "Aren't you coming?"

"Corbett's a cop, I'll see if he's at work today. If not I'll follow you."

"Right," he echoed, and approached his car with a confused look on his face.

Stepping out onto the balcony, Lucifer surveyed the abandoned dance floor. But he wouldn't leave until he had checked every nook and cranny of his penthouse. Straightening his tie, he walked down the stairs and stepped off onto the dance floor, once a regular hotspot for dancing, scantily clad women. Oh, where were they all?

His eyes traveled over the dusty surface of the bar. His shoes tapped on the polished floor as he made his way to the wall of drinks, then peered behind the counter for a certain flower-obsessed killer. The coast was clear, so he quickly fixed himself a glass before continuing his search.

He was up in his bedroom when he heard the toilet flush. Reassessing his tarrying thought to put a lock on the elevator, he moved further into the penthouse. Stepping up onto the dais, he looked quickly to his left. His safe was closed, at least. He sat on his bed facing the washroom and waited for the person inside to shut off the taps. "Hello?" he called. "Mum?"

The door opened. Lucifer's brows went up in interest.

"That's a new one," Pete said.

"Sorry. Dad."

But Pete only looked more confused. Lucifer sighed. "Very well. Let me fill you in. I am the Devil, son of God; my father is currently inhabiting your body. I need you to relinquish control so that he and I can have ourselves a little chat."

Pete smiled, and began to move towards the steps. Lucifer jumped up and slammed a hand into his chest, pushing him against the wall. "Not so fast there, Petey. Now I've told you what I need. Tell me, what do you need, eh? What do you truly desire?"

"I...I want to kill Ella."

"Oh, you're not hurting Miss Lopez. I won't let you," Lucifer growled.

"Can't stop me."

"Oh, but I can. Absolutely I can. I know who you are, I know your modus operandi, and as long as I'm talking to the Whisper Killer, I know your victory is impossible. You are just a man... A horrid, evil man, and I know the kind of torture my demons have planned for you. And you're starting to remember it, aren't you, Petey?" Lucifer asked, as Pete stared into his eyes. Firelight was beginning to flash within Lucifer, appearing like small lighting bolts underneath his skin. "Yes," he breathed, "You're beginning to remember it all."

He grabbed Pete by the arm and threw him to the ground behind himself. Turning, he stopped cold when he saw Ella standing there, frozen in place. Paying no attention to the burning man, she stared down at Pete. It was like he was everywhere she went. Like he was stalking her, like she would never, ever be safe from him. Tears burned her eyes as she finally thawed, stepping away from the dais and watching him get to his feet. Lucifer planted a leg on his chest to refrain him, but all at once Pete stabbed him in the leg.

"Ah! Bloody hell!"

Pete pushed Lucifer's leg aside and scrambled to his feet, walking towards Ella. She continued backing up. "Pete? You...you don't have to―"

Then he was charging. He grabbed her and hauled her towards the balcony, speaking over the sounds of choking. "This is not how I wanted to kill you. But I'll take it. Whatever silences you for good!"

"Don't shoot him, Detective!" Lucifer yelled, and suddenly he was choking Pete. He automatically let go of Ella, clawing uselessly at Lucifer's arms as Ella crawled frantically away. "I so wish I could squeeze the life out of you," Lucifer growled intensely. "For all the sinful acts you've committed... You make me look damn good."

He was chuckling maniacally when Pete pulled out a second knife. But Lucifer kicked it out of his hand.

Ella was still sitting on the floor, looking at the side of Pete's face and the back of Lucifer's legs. Seeing the knife, she grabbed it. "Stop hurting my friend!" she said, and suddenly she had poked a hole in Pete's leg. "How do you like it? Huh? How does it feel?"

Realizing Pete's entire body had locked up, Lucifer released him. His eyes found the knife―and he realized it was lighting up. "Miss Lopez, watch out!" he roared, and grabbed her. She shrieked as he pushed her aside; then looked up with a gasp at his red, rough skin. Pressed against the devil, she was distracted from her sheer terror when the glow beside them intensified. They turned to see the rays of light streaming past the knife in Pete's leg with all the glory of a waking sun.

"Oh, shit!" Ella exclaimed.

"What-what's happening?" Pete asked, before the light exploded into open air. The levitating glow hovered for a moment, then a beam shot out from the glow, cooking Pete's face. Chloe, Ella, and even the lobster-red devil jumped back in fear as the Whisper Killer was fried to death on the penthouse floor.

Then the bridge of light faded, as God, in his true form, finished his enemy. Lucifer sighed, staring up at his disembodied father. "I sense another explanation coming on."

Chloe was gripping Ella by the shoulders, and as the light moved towards them, they drew back in terror. Suddenly the light expanded, striking Ella―and seeping harmlessly into her skin, absorbing into her pores like water. Briefly, Ella was only the glowing form of a girl, before everything went dark and she collapsed.

Still in his devil form, Lucifer walked to Ella and sighed, kneeling beside her.

"Lucifer," Chloe said. "You might want to..." Her words ran out and she motioned to her face.

He quickly transformed back to his true, angelic self. "Fair point. No need to fry her brain as well; everything shall be explained in due time."

Chloe nodded as Ella began to move. They helped her sit up. Bewildered, she looked around before raising her eyes to Lucifer. Now that he possessed a mouth, God quickly spoke before they could. "What are you doing out of hell? You have a session with Cain and Abel tomorrow. And just where is your mother, young man?"

Lucifer began to chuckle. "Yes, of...of course," he mumbled, as he helped her up.

"Don't keep me waiting."

"I-I don't know!"

"Ugh. Retired, and I still have to do everything myself!" she said, as she walked to the elevator. "At least clean up that human stain before someone else arrives. Do you understand me?"

"Uh, yes, Father."

She turned back to face him and pressed the button. The elevator doors slid shut. Alone with Chloe, Lucifer offered her a partial smile.

Hesitantly, he moved past her and began working with Pete's corpse, and Chloe looked at her fingers, still tingling. "So. Uh, well, that was Wednesday. What about Thursday?"

"Well, you heard Miss Lopez, I have to go back to hell."

"Right. Yeah." She cleared her throat, then knelt and began helping him move the body.

His voice was so quiet. "Detective, you really don't need to condescend to assist me with...this. How do I explain this? Cleaning up his mess, after...eons of torturing the failures of his creation."

"No one has to know."

"You know..."

"And I don't need an explanation. I'm just glad Pete's finally gone, and it's good news for Ella."

He looked at her in bewilderment. "You sure, you're fine with it?"

"Yes, Lucifer. I am."

He exhaled, dropping Pete's charred head to the floor with a thud as he stood up. "How can you be?" he growled. "Detective, how can you love me, forgive me?"

"Lucifer, I know you."

"Well, I've known myself much longer," he growled, and wandered slowly away from her. "How can you forgive me for all the rotten things... Things that would turn your stomach, make you look away from me again. How can you love me knowing I'm the single most evil man on the planet?"

Chloe stood up, her eyes still following him. "Well, I don't...see you as evil."

He exhaled again. "Then...maybe I haven't been entirely forthcoming."

"Lucifer, you're not evil. You punish evil; that makes you good," she said simply. "I-I mean, if you were truly evil, you would be condoning those sinful acts. Those people, the damned, you―you would be proud of them; the afterlife down there would be a constant party," she said, and watched him turn around to face her. "And then why call it hell?"

Her only response was a light gasp as he tried to absorb her words. Transforming back into his devil face, he looked at her, expecting she would look away again. Instead, she walked to him, pressed her body against his, and cupped his face in her hands.

"It wasn't your choice. It was his," she whispered. "You just did what he wanted because...you're a good son."

"Detective, I led a rebellion against the man."

"How do you know it wasn't part of the plan? Or even Michael's idea? Or Uriel's!"

"Well...because I-I hated him. So much."

"And I'm...starting to understand why," she said, and her eyes flicked up to meet his.

"Careful, Detective...it's that kind of talk that gets one banished to hell."

"See, um...that's my choice," she said softly, as her hands trailed down his neck. "I choose hell."

He gripped her wrists, squinting at her. "I...I beg your bloody pardon?"

"When my soul leaves my body...I'm coming to see you. And not just for a visit. You, me, and our daughter," she said emotionally, "Are going to be just fine."

Disbelieving, he kissed and hugged her, laughing through his tears. Releasing her, he reached into his pocket, pulling out his hand. "Well, I think you just answered my question," he said, opening his hand to reveal the ring box. She smiled at him as he got down on one knee. "Chloe Decker, my first love, will you marry me?"

"Yes."

He slid the ring on her finger and she got down on her knees, hugging him. Lucifer held her tightly, his smile fading as he continued to stare upon the Whisper Killer's corpse. Humorlessly, he chuckled as they parted, getting up to their feet. "I suppose I can't call you a Hell's Angel, now can I?"

"Probably not."

"No. Angel of torture, then? No, that doesn't sound good. Elected angel," he said triumphantly.

Chloe was in the middle of smiling at him when all of a sudden, she became very serious, staring into the shadows like a lost little girl.

"What is it?"

She looked back up at him. "Lucifer," she whispered. "Am I immortal? Is my lifespan really long?"

"Uh, no," he said after an obvious pause.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, quite. Amenadiel just told me. Yes, he says he knew you didn't want to live forever."

"Thank God."

Lucifer chuckled again. "You know―it's a peculiar thing to hear that and not become incensed."

She leaned into him with a smile. "Well, I, um...I think I should go now, let you heal. I can keep looking for your mother, I mean, you'll probably want to see her before you leave tomorrow."

"Oh, nonsense. Cain and Abel can wait; I am the king. Surely their problems will still be there even if we wed first," he said, and frowned when he realized she was shaking her head.

"I don't... I don't think I can do that to her."

"Her? Who?"

"Eve," she whispered. "She already lost you. She needs her sons."

He scoffed, raising his hands slightly. "Eve is here. She'll have to die first."

"Or be carried. And as I recall, the devil is now welcome in the Silver City," she pointed out, and observed the fascination that came upon his face. "Lucifer, I can wait. But she... I think she's waited long enough."

He smiled, studying her intently. "You truly have earned those wings," he said, and was quiet for a moment, looking down at the Whisper Killer. Then, as the elevator came open behind him, he said, "Alright. I'll do it. I'll go."

"Go where?" Maze demanded.

He turned to face her. "I'm going to heaven!"

"Count me out," she said, and began to turn. Instead, she paused, as Chloe held up her hand to flash off the ring. "Yeah. I figured."

"Lucifer's not abandoning you, Maze."

"Oh, not forever! Just as long as you're alive!"

"Lucifer is going to hell tomorrow, he has an appointment to keep. Then, apart from that one visit to heaven, it'll just be the two of you until I die, right?" she asked Lucifer.

"Great," Maze said. "Then he joins you up in heaven, and hell's become obsolete. I'm no damn therapist, so I guess I'll just wander the earth forever like Cain did."

"No," Chloe said, and took out her wings. "Then it'll be you and Lucifer, me and Lucifer, me and you."

Maze was quiet for a moment, then she turned and went to the elevator.

"Uh, Maze, how about a little help with our murderous botanist?" Lucifer asked.

"Screw you," she growled, and pushed the button. The elevator doors slid shut.

"Detective... If, apart from that one visit, it would just be Maze and myself―when exactly is the wedding?"

"I was going to suggest in hell, and call you an old flame, you know, to be cute, but, uh... Well, I'm starting to think earth might offer a warmer reception. So it's...it's on the table, I don't know."

"Detective, it should be here on earth, so everyone can attend."

"Really? I thought you might have wanted maybe a small wedding."

"Small?" he asked, and frowned at her. "I'm not compensating."

Chloe tilted her face in suppressed amusement at his backwards logic. "Anyway, whatever, we certainly don't need to plan it all out tonight. We have a man-goddess to find...not like she's going to kill Ella, right?"

"Oh, neither will my dad. See, it doesn't matter now if my mother and father are in charge, or if Miss Lopez and Corbett are. So...we don't need to rush out the door looking for them, either."

She laughed as he began feeling her up, but grabbed his hands. "I-I cannot do this in the same room as a corpse."

"No? Care to step in the elevator?"

She looked at him, then rolled her eyes. "I feel more angelic already."