It's going to be only one chapter this week. Baby Harry's saga is coming to a close and I'm running out of ideas to use. The next chapter might be a timeskip.

This chapter is going to introduce Lilith. I want to apologize in advance since the show didn't have much information on Lilith or why she left Hell for Heaven. So I'm going to be adding my own creative writing here. It's going to be…different than what most people expected. Probably so different that I might lose viewers. I might even have to rewrite the chapter.

I hope everyone enjoys.

Charlie's elation at being called a mother for the first lasted for a few days. Throughout the palace, the staff had to endure her bright smile and constant singing as she carried around her new son, hoping to her him say 'mum' once more. Every time Harry spoke the magic word, Charlie's squeal would echo throughout the manor.

It even brought Lucifer out of his office one day.

"Charlie, what's with the constant singing?" Lucifer asked as he walked into the kitchen. Charlie was feeding Harry his breakfast. "Did the Hellstreet Boys get back together?"

"No. Nothing so impossible," said Charlie as she wiped Harry's mouth. "I'm just so happy!"

"What's got a skip in your step, kiddo?"

"Harry called me mom," Charlie cheered.

Lucifer's eyebrows rose in surprise. "He did, huh?"

"Watch." Charlie lifted Harry from his high-seat and put him on her lap. "Say 'mom', Harry.

"Mum," Harry gurgled.

"Yay!" Charlie cheered. She began tickling Harry's stomach, making the boy giggle.

"Well, how about that?" Lucifer grinned.

Charlie got to her feet and pushed Harry into Lucifer's face. "Now. Say 'grandpa'."

"Pa."

"Grandpa," Charlie repeated slowly.

"Charlie, he isn't going to say it," Lucifer reasoned.

"Ranpa!" Harry cried.

He didn't know how, but when Harry spoke, Lucifer felt his throat tighten and his soul sing. It had been years, decades even, since he had that feeling. He couldn't even remember what happened the last time he felt so elated. But staring at gurgling, happy baby, that called him grandpa, Lucifer couldn't help but give a real smile.

The first one in years.

"Hey, kiddo," Lucifer whispered to Harry. He reached out and picked the up the boy from Charlie's arms. He chuckled when Harry started playing with the rim of his hat.

"Aawwww," Charlie cooed at the sight. "I wish I had a camera."

Lucifer waved his hand, willing an old-fashioned camera to exist and land in Charlie's hand. She aimed it at the duo, snapping a photo with a flash. Harry giggled at the bright light. Lucifer waved his hand again and the camera transformed into a picture, which Charlie caught in midair.

"This is keeper," Charlie grinned. She placed the picture in her jacket. "Well Harry, we need to get going."

"Going? Where?" asked Lucifer.

"I'm going back to my apartment to get the last of my stuff and bring it back here. Harry and I are still welcome here, right?"

"Yes, you are," said Lucifer. He gazed down at Harry, who chewing on one of his gold waistcoat buttons. "But why don't I look after Harry while you go?"

Charlie's eyes widened in surprise. While her dad was getting along with her more than he had in years, he still kept to his study most of the time she was here. And this was the first time since he brought Harry to Hell that Lucifer had held him.

"Are you sure? Harry isn't going to be too much trouble for you, will he?" she asked.

"Sure. I raised you, didn't I?"

'Barely' said an evil voice in her head. Charlie shook her head, getting the thought out of her brain. "Well, okay then. It shouldn't take too long. I should be back before lunch."

"Take your time, kiddo. We'll be fine."

"Okay." Charlie bent forward and kissed Harry on the top of his head. "Bye, Harry."

"Bye mum," Harry gurgled.

"Eeeeeee!" Charlie squealed again.

The smell of brimstone is strong in the air

But I'm so happy to not really care.

I got a son at home who waiting for me,

And I can't wait to see him be really silly.

Charlie was singing and dancing down the street with Razzle and Dazzle flying behind her. Harry's words once again made her overjoyed. She was wondering if she could somehow bottle this happiness and sell it to Sinners. If that happened, there would probably be a waiting line to get into Heaven.

Her apartment was only a few blocks away. She moved into a place near the point of Pentagram City when she left. The palace had become so quiet and lonely when her mother moved out that Charlie felt she needed to leave as well. Her dad was depressed about her decision, but gave her some money to get started on her lease.

But now, Harry brought some life back into the manor. Focusing all her attention on him made her forget the problems her family were dealing with. It did divert her attention away from plan to help the Sinner population. Regardless, she was happy with her decisions.

"La,la,la,lalala!"

"Charlotte?"

Charlie stopped her elated dance number and saw the person who called her name.

"Mom?"

Lilith Morningstar, Queen of Hell and first woman, was waiting outside her apartment building. Stunning, poised, and graceful, Lilith was the definition of a perfect woman. She was a tall woman with lilac skin and long, blonde hair. Her eyes were violet with plum-covered eyeshadow and magenta lipstick. Even though she was covered in a long dress, it didn't hide the hourglass-figure. Both male and female demons were staring at her in the streets.

"Mom!" Charlie cried happily as she rushed forward to embrace her mother. "I can't believe you're here!"

"I am," Lilith said gently as she pulled away. "I am sorry it took so long to visit."

"It's no problem at all. I'm just glad you're finally here."

"Yes…here," Lilith said as she gazed around. It wasn't the classiest part of the city. Demons and Sinners were still staring at her with lust in their eyes. One was even beginning to hump a postal box in the street. "Why don't we go in and you can show me your place?"

"Umm…okay. Come on up." Charlie pulled her keys out and unlocked the front door. They walked past a neighbor who stopped checking his mail to watch Lilith walk by, his mouth dropping open. Lilith smiled and shut his mouth with a finger.

The duo went to the elevator, joined by Razzle and Dazzle. The two hovered in the air above while the lift took them to the tenth floor. Charlie fumbled with her door keys and led her mother inside.

"Well," Lilith said as she looked around. "It's certainly…roomy."

"Yeah," Charlie mumbled awkwardly. Everything had been packed away and sent back to the royal palace. They only things left were cleaning supplies, a few boxes of kitchenware, an armchair, toilet paper in the bathroom, and a refrigerator full of takeout and pickle juice.

"It's not the type of place I expected a Princess of Hell to live," Lilith commented as she wiped up dust on the countertop.

"Actually, I'm moving."

"Really? Where to?"

Charlie wringed her hands nervously. "I'm…moving back home."

Lilith froze. Then slowly turned around. She gazed at her daughter with eyes as hard as steel. Charlie froze, sensing what was approaching. Her mother was devoted to one thing these days: empowering the citizens of Hell. Something Charlie promised to help her with.

"I see," Lilith said. She moved towards the window in the living room. Her gaze fell over the city. "And why did you make such a decision? I thought it was your dream to try and rehabilitate the Sinners of Hell. A dream your father did not support."

"I know. But something came up. Something more important."

"More important, huh? I thought you wanted to follow in my footsteps to help the citizens of Hell. Your father isn't doing anything as King. Overlords run the Pride Ring, not him. The Kings of Sin do more in one week than Lucifer has in nearly one hundred years."

"But Dad-"

"I thought I could empower Hell with my rule," Lilith interrupted. "Your father would lock himself in his study, playing with his toys. So I did what any queen would do and tried to rule in his stead. My power through song infused the citizens, Sinner and demon, with hope and strength. Then Heaven became afraid of the power I wielded, infusing the overpopulated realm with influence that might challenge them. And what do they do?"

Charlie didn't answer. She knew what they did.

"The elders of Heaven feared an uprising. So they sent Exorcists, the best of the best, to slaughter the citizens. My people, butchered and left to die in the streets. Their souls extinguished, never given a chance at redemption. And after half of our people were crushed under Heaven's boot, what did your father do?"

"He made a deal," Charlie whispered.

"He made a deal," Lilith repeated. "Instead of rising against Heaven's hypocrisy, he made a deal with the angels. Once a year, at the stroke of midnight on the New Year, Exorcists cross dimensions and slaughter our people. And if they leave the Hell-Born citizens alone, your father would not interfere."

Charlie really wanted to speak, but she was afraid of what she might say. She was disappointed at her father for making such an agreement. Lucifer never talked about the deal with Heaven and Charlie was afraid to ask what drove him to make such a deal. However, with all the good that happened with last couple of weeks, she felt like she needed to defend her father.

"After that, I couldn't stay," Lilith continued. She ran a finger down the windowpane. Her nail made a soft screeching noise. "The man I fell in love with had changed. No longer did I see the dreamer with such wonderful ideas."

Charlie wiped her eyes, hiding the evidence she was feeling her mother's pain. Lilith told such wonderful stories about Lucifer. It was depressing to see the love that might have been lost.

Lilith ran her finger down the window again. "So, my dear. What has caused you to change your mind about your original task?"

This was it. The moment of truth. Charlie took a deep breath and sighed.

"My son."

Crack!

Lilith's fingernail poked through the glass. Eyes wide, she turned to her daughter.

"What?" she asked.

Charlie pulled the photograph she took earlier and handed to her mother. "My new son."

Lilith snatched the photo out of her hand and held it to the light. There, she saw her husband smiling as he held an infant in his arms.

A human infant.

"What do you think you're doing?" Lilith said in a whisper. "That is a mortal."

"Dad brought him to Hell to find out a prophecy about a Sinner on Earth who was avoiding his death. The Sinner marked the boy and started a prophecy that will end in either one of their deaths."

"Your father took a Child of Fate?"

"He's was going to return him back to the human world. But I told him I would raise him instead. Dad agreed and helped me out with getting baby supplies and moving back at the palace."

Lilith didn't say anything. She just started at the picture for several, long moments. Charlie couldn't tell what her mother was thinking. Her face was just blank.

Suddenly, her mother crumpled the photograph in her hand.

"Mom!" Charlie gasped.

"Decades of doing nothing. Years of being locked in his workshop and what does he do when he decides to leave? He goes to Earth, kidnaps an infant, and brings it to Hell," Lilith growled as she threw the photograph away. "He does nothing to help his kingdom."

"He's helping me," Charlie said. She knelt down to pick up the crumble photo. But her mother suddenly gripped her face by the chin and pulled her back to her feet.

"And you. You don't know the first thing about being a mother. You didn't have to suffer the months of carrying him around in your womb. You didn't endure the sleepless nights of constant crying and screaming. And just on a whim, you decide to raise a child your father kidnapped from the mortal realm."

"Mom," Charlie mumbled through her mother's hand.

Lilith's eyes began to turn red and her horns began to grow from her skull. "Of all the dumb things you've done, this by far is the worst. You are suppose to be the Princess of Hell. Years ago, you thought you could rehabilitate Sinners with puppies and rainbows and by saying 'please' and 'thank you'. Let me tell you something. That is not how Hell works. These people thrive on being cruel and wicked. It's what the spent their whole mortal lives doing. And when they arrive to Hell, they are just going to keep doing their wicked ways."

Tears were beginning to collect in Charlie's eyes. Her mother had been stern with her before. But now, she's was being punishing.

"You have lived a sheltered life, Charlotte," Lilith continued. "A privileged life. You've never had seen what Sinners had to do to survive, both living and dead. You've never had to struggle constantly to keep up with everyone else. Because of that, you are naïve to harsh realities of all the realms. And now, you are raising a Child of Fate with the same ridiculous optimism you have about redemption. You do realize that any interference with the prophecy will result in cataclysmic consequences. Are you willing to risk that for some boy?"

"Yes," Charlie said immediately and without hesitation.

Lilith's eyes widened with shock. Her moment of stunning resulted in Charlie removing her mother's hand from her chin.

"You are right. I didn't carry Harry in my womb. I wasn't there for the first year of his life. I rushed into raising Harry with no idea what to do. But you know what? I'm learning. I've learned how to change his diapers. I was there to feed him when he was hungry. I was there to rock him back to sleep when he woke up crying late at night. I'm there to catch him when he is trying to walk. I've been there for him and I will continue to be there for him."

"Why would do such a ridiculous thing?" Lilith argued.

Tears were pouring down her eyes, but Charlie didn't back down. "Because I feel like I need to do this. More than anything. More than my dream of saving Sinners. You call Harry a Child of Fate. That's not what he is. He's a boy that needs a family."

"And you are that family?"

Charlie stared hard into her mother's eyes. "I will be."

Lilith stared hard at Charlie for a long moment. Then she pulled her arm away and looked at her reflection in the window. Her eyes changed back, and her horns receded back into her skull.

"Fine. If you want to pursue this silly task, by all means, continue it. I won't be helping you."

"I don't need your help," said Charlie as she stared at her mother. "Not with Harry or my dreams."

"If that is what you believe," Lilith said as she walked to the doorway. "But sooner or later, you are going to learn the truth about what a hell we live in."

Charlie watched as her mother walked out the door and to the elevator. When she heard the doors close and the elevator ring, she closed the front door and locked it. Then she sank down, placed her head on her knees, and began to cry.

Lucifer frowned when he looked at the clock.

He spent the morning with Harry, playing with him by transforming into animals that were on Earth. He tossed the boy into the air as an elephant, then caught him by transforming into an eagle. Throughout their fun, Harry kept laughing.

Then Lucifer showed Harry his rubber duck collection. The duo laughed at Lucifer's creations. Trying to catch a duck that could actually walk and another one that quacked Beethoven's 9th symphony. He almost got Harry injured when the boy picked up a duck that would have deployed spikes, but was able to grab it just in time. After that, they just stuck to walking around the gardens.

When lunch arrived, Lucifer wondered where Charlie was, but decided that she got held up with moving. So he brought Harry to the kitchen, feed him milk, grapes, and apples. Then, Lucifer had to do the changing. Like Stolas, he used his telekinesis to change the boy's diaper.

Later, Lucifer placed Harry on a blanket in the parlor for the boy to take a nap. The boy's cat joined him a moment later. He then wandered around, inspecting the bookcase. He didn't remember the last time he read a book. Actually, he didn't even remember filling up the bookcase with reading material. So he just grabbed one, sat in the chair beside Harry, and began to read.

He got so lost in the story that he didn't realize how much time had passed. When Harry began to wake up, he glanced at the lavish grandfather clock and saw it was almost 3.

"Where's Charlie?" he asked himself and Harry. Charlie wasn't one to be late when she promised. And after Harry called her mum, Lucifer figured she would have been home as soon as she could to hear him speak it more.

"Mum," said Harry on the floor.

Placing the book on the desk next to him, Lucifer reached down and picked up Harry. "Yeah. Just where is your mother?"

He could call her, but to his shame, he didn't know her number. She didn't leave him a way to contact her when she left. He had one option, but it was sort of an invasion of privacy. However, Lucifer was concerned.

"Here we go," he muttered. Waving a hand in a circle, he created a ring of light. In the ring, a mist began to form and roil within. A moment later, the mist cleared, and Lucifer saw Charlie, still in her apartment with Razzle and Dazzle.

Crying on the floor.

"What the hell happened?" Lucifer asked. He sat up, holding Harry in his arms. He went to a wall and pressed a hand against it. The wall glowed gold. A second later, a doorway appeared leading into Charlie's apartment.

Charlie jerked up when she saw her dad walk through the wall in her living room. A worried look on his face and Harry in his arms.

"Dad," she muttered as she wiped her eyes.

"Kiddo, what happened?" Lucifer asked as he approached. Her bodyguards moved away to give them room.

"Mum," said Harry. He was reaching for her as her father leaned over.

Despite the emotional turmoil she endured hours ago, a bright smile grew on her face as she pulled Harry into her arms. "Hello," she said.

"Charlie," her father said as he kneeled beside her. "What's wrong?"

"Mom," she said as she pressed Harry tightly to her chest.

Well, I can only hope people enjoyed this chapter. Not exactly the humor genre I promised when I first started writing. I hope this wasn't too dark. I also hope that everyone will continue to keep reading despite the cruel view I gave of Lilith.

The next chapter might be a time skip.