Goddess was finding this universal switch to be a difficult one. She was consumed by the powerful urge to check on her family; not because she was in distress, not because she was bored, not even because it was time. Actually, she barely missed them at all. Lucifer and Amenadiel hadn't visited her world at all. So why did she want to do for them what they wouldn't do for her?

Perhaps being contained inside a mortal had left her exposed to mortal feelings. But if seeing her sons would allow her to return to rationality, she would do it. Yes, she would do it for herself, she reasoned; because she was a goddess. Above everyone and everything of the human realm.

Why did she find herself reluctant to accept that explanation? Why was she reluctant to be angry?

"So, now what?" Michael asked, as the three of them stood on a sidewalk. "Take over Lux? I am the face of it, you know."

"I think you've interfered in your brother's life enough," God told him.

"Well, I know what I'm doing," Goddess interjected. "You can't stop me from visiting heaven, so I'm going to spend some time with Amenadiel."

"Good idea. And we should check in with Charlie and Linda, too."

"I can't even believe you're having a nice, normal, candid conversation after you destroyed a universe," Michael said. "Where's the brimstone? The anger? It's not supposed to just go away."

"It hasn't," God said. "It's still there."

"That's right. But we can't destroy this universe, too," Goddess added.

"Wish you'd thought of that before you interrupted my torturing!" he snarled, as he walked after his parents. "Do you have any idea what happened to all those damned souls?"

Hovering nearby, Ella frowned as she heard a statement only Lucifer could make. Yeah, that was him, alright; but where was his phony accent? And what the hell had happened to his face? His shoulder? Did it get traumatized right out of him when they had... Changed worlds, apparently.

Well, maybe Linda could help him out. As for Pete, something had to be done about him. She couldn't just let her own attempted killer walk away.

She got out her phone and dialed the only detective who knew what she had been through. Well, the only detective who wasn't involved in destroying a second freaking universe. She couldn't believe Corbett was one of them. Clearly just as traumatized as Lucifer. Oh, shit―a killer with powers! Just what the universe needed; a Marvel movie come to life.

Then she realized Chloe was threatening to hang up the phone.

"No, I'm here. I'm sorry. Hey. I'm in trouble. Actually, Amenadiel is in trouble, too, and they're going after Linda next and they don't even care about the baby."

"Whoa, hey, back up. What are you talking about?"

"We have bad taste in boyfriends, Decker. Carol and Lucifer have teamed up with Pete."

Chloe scoffed. "I really doubt that."

"I'm looking at them right now, Chlo. You need to get to Linda's before they kill the whole family. Wait, is Amenadiel's last name Morningstar? I mean, it's got to be, right? They're brothers."

"Okay, Ella. I'll check this out because I trust you, not because I don't trust Lucifer. You, stay away from Pete."

"Thanks, Chloe. And bring backup, okay?"

"I'm actually really offended by this. Hello, it's probably Lucifer's twin."

"His―he has a twin?"

"Yeah. If he had a bad shoulder and a scar on his face, that was Michael."

"Holy Moses! A freaking twin! More secrets, I don't... God, none of you care about me."

"Oh, Ella, that's not true..."

Ella hung up, pocketing her phone with hands that shook with anger. "Unbelievable," she mumbled, and started the walk back to the bus stop. And as she waited for the right one, she suddenly realized that this "Michael" was more devilish than Lucifer ever was. Of course Lucifer wouldn't team up with Pete! The devil himself would never do that to her.

Maybe the all-knowing God had made a mistake and banished the wrong twin...

"Be honest. You want Remiel back."

"Of course I want her back, she's my daughter!"

"Which is why you let me save what's left of her. And now that we're in my, or Amenadiel's, world, you have no power over what happens. Amenadiel will let me remake her. And she will not remember..." Suddenly Michael had to stop short, so he didn't collide into his father. "That you killed her," God finished, staring into his eyes. "You will not need to beg her forgiveness. Just the rest of us, son."

Michael couldn't meet his father's eyes anymore.

"Let's have Gabriel reincorporate her into the family. She may as well put that talent of hers to good use."

"I still think this is a mistake," Goddess muttered.

"I know."

She looked from her husband to her son, then back to her immortal mate. "Is there anything else?" she asked icily. "Other plans you're making?"

"Oh, yes. Many plans." His eyes narrowed, but he was still smiling. "Remy is just the start. After I get Amenadiel's permission, I think something should be―" His words cut off as everything around them slowed nearly to a stop. God smiled, nodding as he turned around to face Amenadiel.

Amenadiel considered, however briefly. "It'll be good to see Remy again."

"Son, she won't―"

"Remember us. I know." Amenadiel's eyes met Michael's. "Maybe there are some angels we should avoid introducing her to."

"Nonsense! She deserves to know all of us."

"She also deserves life. I think we should keep her away from the one angel who took it. Who knows how many times we can recreate her?"

God put a hand on Amenadiel's broad shoulder. "Everything's under control. I possess the Flaming Sword. Nothing will happen to Remy, or any of my children."

"Good," Amenadiel said, and finally smiled. "Then what are we waiting for?"

Michael listened to his father's laugh, intese hatred burning in his dark eyes. Goddess stood beside him, hands on her, or rather his, hips. Together, they watched God and Amenadiel speak over the jar and the twinkling energy inside.

Michael looked at his mother, then inched closer to her. "Look at them," he muttered tauntingly. "Look how happy they are. Finally getting Remy back. He's playing favorites again; back to his old ways. That's why you were fighting, isn't it? Old habits. Notice, how nobody's even thought about poor, dead Uriel? Where is his star, Mother? What makes him less deserving?"

Goddess continued staring at her husband, as Corbett's face hardened.

"I need to beg forgiveness, and Lucifer gets off scot-free. Where is the symmetry in that?" Michael continued. "I know Father plays favorites...but you?"

"Now all Remy needs is a maternal touch," God said, walking to them with cupped hands. "Bring her back to life."

Goddess looked from one waiting Almighty to another.

"Well?" God asked impatiently.

She bit her lip, but reluctantly scooped up the star.

"Mother!" Michael hissed.

"I will get to it!" she snapped, making him withdraw quickly from her divine wrath. She closed her fists for a moment, willing the energy of her daughter to life, then opened her hands. The star took to the air, floating a short distance away and leaving a trail of white sparkles; then the star began to expand, taking on the form of a human glowing white. The hiss escalated into a roar that shook the trees. Then, all at once, the light evaporated and Remy stood in its place. She was replicated perfectly; her right hand held onto her divine scepter and her dark hair blew over her dark eyes. Her ornate silver armor sparkled under the sun. It was all so perfect, like she had never died.

Without moving her head, she examined the three strangers in front of her; then turned around and began wandering away, examining her free hand as she turned it over.

"Remy," Amenadiel called.

And her feet stopped. She turned, lightly banging the bottom of her scepter on the sidewalk in frustration. "Who said that?" she demanded.

"Me. I'm your brother, Remy. And these are... Well, it's hard to explain. You may not believe me, but I can prove it. I am God after all."

She scoffed. "Yeah right. I know who I am, and I don't have a brother."

Michael sighed quietly in relief.

"But you can help me. I don't seem to know where we are."

"Well, what do you remember?" Amenadiel asked. "Start from the beginning."

Remy stared up at him, shifting restlessly. "I was trapped," she finally said. "Inside a little―" She stopped talking when God brandished the empty jar, then chuckled and shook her head. "No, come on. That's too little. Look, I'm sorry for whatever you're going through, but I need to leave. I mean, frankly, you're freaking me out."

She raised her eyebrows, then began walking away. "'Bye," she added, keeping her back to them.

"Trust me," Amenadiel called, "This isn't goodbye."

She whirled to face him, walking backwards; then turned around for the last time, still inspecting herself as she left.

"Well, we can't just let her leave," Goddess said urgently.

"She's got two gods who will always know where she is and what she's doing. She'll be fine."

"Yeah, look how well it worked out for everyone else," Michael mumbled.

"Don't you have floors of hell to wash?" Amenadiel asked him. He thought for a moment, then looked at his parents. "You shouldn't have broken him out. He was sentenced, by Lucifer, carrying out a punishment; it was the way it was supposed to be!" he thundered.

"Well, I couldn't very well take Lucifer. Who would've run hell then?"

"Mazikeen."

"Son!" God said. "Tell me you didn't allow a demon to run hell."

"Tell me you didn't create hell just to send your son there," Amenadiel countered. He turned his broad back to his parents, and the family made no move to stop the most imposing angel.

"Well," Michael sighed. "Think I've about had my fill of that one."

God folded his hands behind his back. "Yes, I have other business to attend to. I'll catch up with you later. Oh, and Michael... Try not to wreak havoc. Amenadiel and I are watching you, son."

"Yes, Father," Michael muttered, and waited until he was alone with his mother to state, "I'm bored already."

She turned to smile playfully at him. "Then let's go get Uriel."