The bathroom was dingy - dirty.

The lights flickered, illuminating the cracked linoleum and vandalized walls. Cockroaches skittered across the floor, stopping when the light shined on them. There was a strange liquid on the floor that Lucifer didn't want to identify - he wouldn't be able to sleep at night if he knew what went on in this bathroom.

As he washed his hands in a sink that used to be pearly white, Lucifer kept imagining one of the men coming in and hurting him or taking him away.

He stuffed his shirt into his jeans, slicked his hair back, sprayed some cologne on his neck, and exited the bathroom, confident that the men will never find him. Hopefully.

Lucifer slowly exited the bathroom, taking in his surroundings as he looked left and right before stepping out and sauntering down the street like nothing was wrong. He had to pretend everything was alright. Not doing so could give him away, and Lucifer didn't have any drachma's on him to Iris Message his parents. Although, he's not even sure if Iris can do messages to and from Tartarus.


"Child?"

"Yes," Poseidon eagerly nods, a wide grin plastered on his face. "I know it might be hard to believe, but I saw his face and he - he has her eyes. He looks just like her."

"A child." Sally slowly sits down, still stunned by the revelation. "She had a baby. With who?"

"I don't know," Poseidon shakes his head, taking a seat next to her, "but it has to be a powerful immortal, like a titan or something."

"What makes you so sure?" Sally furrows her bows in confusion, head tilting to the side like a curious dog.

"Well, for one thing, the boy was dressed in a toga. For another, since it has only been two-and-half years since we've seen Doria and the boy I saw was at least twelve, it's safe to say she didn't procreate with a minor god. However, I'm not sure which immortal fathered the boy - I couldn't get close enough. But I can say, whoever it is is extremely powerful."

"Did you talk to the boy?"

"No. I followed him for a while, but eventually lost him."

"You lost him?" Sally angrily exclaimed, standing up abruptly and staring at Poseidon with a scowl. "How could you lose him? That boy is our only way of finding Doria."

"Don't you think I know that?" Poseidon snapped, standing up as well. "I want to see her as much as you do."

Sally opened her mouth to argue with Poseidon, but knew it'd be useless. She wasn't truly angry with the god, she was angry with herself. Angry that she had believed Samantha's lies. Angry that she didn't believe her daughter - the girl who had saved Olympus countless times, proved herself to be a hero and a savior - hadn't done those things she had been accused of. Sally wasn't even sure why she believed the accusations. The only way she can sleep at night is by reminding herself that Samantha has charmspeak and that she most likely used it – despite the girl denying it.

"Do you . . . do you at least know where he might be?" she asked, much calmer now.

"No, but Apollo is keeping an eye out for him. We'll find him, and depending on which god is his father, he can't have gone far."

"And if he has, we can kiss seeing Doria goodbye."

Sally's gaze turned to the ground as she did her best to hold back tears. Just knowing that her grandson was out there - or that she even had a grandson - and that he was the only chance she had at seeing her daughter again was making her feel a bit emotional. Happy at the thought of having a grandson; scared of losing him, and in turn, losing her daughter; excited at getting to know her grandson; and curious at who his father is. She didn't know what happened to her daughter for that two-and-a-half years she didn't see her, but knew it had to be quite the experience if it ended with her having a child with a god.