After feeding the ducks for a good half an hour, Lucifer started to feel a bit better about everything that was happening. About the results that they got and the emotionally confusing conversation he had with Michael as well. He wanted to try and understand what was going on inside his twin's head but he wasn't certain he was ever going to. Far too much time had passed since they were together, far too many bridges burned. Both of them hurt each other and it would take a long time for that to heal.

The little ducks definitely helped soothe him though and Lucifer happily fed them the oats that he had conjured for himself and Alastor. The Radio Demon looked quite bored though, more than likely putting up with this just to humor Lucifer if nothing else. He did appreciate that at the least though, the fact he would feed ducks with him just to make the King of Hell feel better. What a rather ridiculous thought that was too; feed ducks to please the devil.

The comfortable silence they sat in, leaning against each other and throwing the oats into the water, was far more pleasing than he thought it would be. Though Alastor's unnaturally chilled body wasn't helping with the fact he was freezing up here, the presence of the demon alone was enough to ease him. They didn't need to talk to make things better, which was something Lucifer had been aware of for a while now. Sitting in silence with Alastor was just as good as listening to him, especially when it was accompanied with calming Jazz music or, like now, with the buzz of radio static.

When he finally ran out of oats to feed the ducks, he had settled for simply leaning against Alastor and watching them. They still bobbed their heads into the water, chasing the remains of the food that might still linger, and swam close enough to the edge of where they were sitting that Lucifer could have reached out and touched them. He really did love ducks so much, wanted nothing more than to pick one up and hold them in his lap, but he had to admit that Alastor was right about something. The chaotic, almost disgusting and deranged edge that the ducks in Tombstone Park had–there was something endearing about them that he did miss.

They weren't the holy, perfect and pure ones that he had first created, but he had made them even if it was unintentional and there was something charming about them. The way they gobbled the food up they were thrown, the way they ripped things apart and tried to eat their way through each other. The rather chaotic movements of them when they swam around the water. They weren't Heaven's ducks, or even Earth's ducks, but there was something about them he did love.

It also could have simply been the fact that Alastor had gotten quite a bit of joy out of feeding them actually. Compared to here where he was doing it clearly to just entertain Lucifer. It was kind of him, but he liked the way that Alastor lit up when throwing the pieces of flesh into the water and watching the Hell ducks rip them apart like they couldn't get enough out of what they were eating.

Heaven had its bright sides to it, literally the place was so bright it hurt, but there was something about being in Hell that he realized he missed. More than just his family too, even if that was certainly the largest part that was weighing on his heart. He felt now that he could go home and not long so hard for the things that weren't the same anymore. For that single view of the ducks he was chasing in his rubber duckies.

Though Michael had told them to text him when they were finished feeding the ducks, he found he really didn't want to. The longer they sat there watching them, the more relaxed he was. To the point he was fairly certain he had actually started dozing off against Alastor. Long enough passes that he feels a nudge against his shoulder, attempting to direct the King in sitting up.

"Sire, your brother returned."

Humming softly at his side, Lucifer adjusted his head on Alastor's shoulder and turned to look over toward the side. He did indeed see Michael making his way back up the path, but he noticed too that the Archangel wasn't alone. That was enough to push him up from Alastor's shoulder and he stood from the place where they'd made themselves comfortable along the edge of the water. Turning to his partner he offered a hand down to the Radio Demon and tugged him up, taking his hand back the moment the other was standing properly at his side.

Turning back around he set his gaze on Michael and nodded his head. "If you are finished with the ducks, I should get you back home." The angel stated, his gaze drifting toward the yellow creatures behind Lucifer and then he turned to the side. "I thought Granny would like a chance to say goodbye to her son." So Michael had gone and gotten her? How oddly considerate toward a Sinner he had attempted to murder only a week ago. Well, the humans have a saying, don't look a gift horse in the mouth. Whatever that actually means.

The angel sniffled, looking on the verge of crying again, and made her way over toward Alastor. Lucifer stepped to the side, to give them some space, but was actually quite surprised when Granny grabbed his arm and kept him from moving too far. He glanced at her tight grip, at the demon beside him confused and then dragged his attention over toward the woman. She was about the same height as him, he might have an inch on her at least.

"Alastor told me you've taken good care of him." Did he? "He said he is very happy with you." It was a struggle to not look up at the Radio Demon, to try and read whatever his face was conveying right now. "He told me he… cares for you very deeply and that is not something I have ever heard my son say about another person." He watches her tilt her head upward to look at Alastor. "They call me Granny because you never gave me any grandkids, which was incredibly inconsiderate of you. It took you all the way to ending up down in Hell to find someone you'd give me grandkids with!"

Lucifer is about to combust right here. Burn himself and Heaven down with the Hellfire in him with the way she was talking. He can feel the blush that spreads on his face, the bright golden color of it far too obvious to anyone who looks at him. He can't even turn around and hide with the grip that she has on his wrist.

"Mother–" Alastor tries, valiantly but in the face of his own mother even he can't deny her anything apparently.

"One grandkid to spoil! I didn't think that was far too much to ask for and yet you spent all your time on that Radio Show and apparently tormenting the local population!" Ah, so she had figured it out and what a way to word that. "Do you know what I had to remember you by? Some stuffed deer heads and far too many guns!"

"Um, I have a daughter?" Lucifer tries, feeling like he needs to hide behind Alastor with how quickly the woman whipped her head around to look at him. Now, granted, he's not married to Alastor but the demon himself had told her she could call him Dad. Might as well make use of it. With the grip Granny still has on his wrist, he has to reach awkwardly around himself with his other hand to dig his phone out of his pocket.

He unlocks it and pulls up the camera app again, picking up the most recent picture of Charlie he had and offering the phone out to the angel. She finally let him go to snatch the phone up and started eagerly swiping through the pictures. "Oh, is this that girl you were telling me about, Alastor? She's your daughter, Your Majesty?"

"Charlie." He stated, stepping closer to Granny and looking at the pictures with her. "Granted, she's not a baby anymore, but Alastor told her she could call him Dad, you know."

"Did he really?" The woman looked positively delighted at this information, flipping through more pictures. "There's no pictures with him and her."

"Alastor doesn't let us take pictures of him. Says his face is made for radio and he takes personal offense to photographs of him."

"Stubborn boy was like that in life too. Always hated his picture being taken. Didn't even let the newspaper get it." She clicked her tongue in dissatisfaction. "The only picture I had of him when he was older was that one on my wall and I had to get one by sneak attacking him for it."

Lucifer laughed at that, far more delighted than he should be. "He can mess with photography and video footage of him now thanks to his power. The Radio Demon they call him down in Hell and he owns that title to the very letter."

Granny sighed at that and rolled her eyes. "Of course he does."

"I am standing right here."

The two of them didn't even glance at Alastor as they spoke at the same time. "We know."

Reaching his hand out he pointed to a picture on the phone. "Oh we're getting into the baby pictures now! Look at my little girl. She grew up far too quickly. She was so cute then." Not that she wasn't cute now, but she was certainly adorable then. So precious and demanding, constantly wanting attention and to be read that book he wrote. Sometimes he regrets making it, but remembering how bright and happy she was when it came to it? He couldn't.

Michael was suddenly at Granny's other side, leaning into her as he gazed over at the phone. His face remained impassive but he saw the way his twin's eyes darted along the picture of Charlie as a baby. Now that he thinks about it, when Uriel was showing off the pictures in his phone, he didn't think Michael had been part of that circle. He was certainly the one who had taken that meeting the most seriously, trying to direct them all to stay on task which was certainly difficult to do.

Maybe, despite how it appeared, he had gotten his brother to understand something during all of that. Had gotten through to him a little bit, even if it might not have been much. He hoped so, at least.

"She looks a lot like you." His brother stated, frowning a bit. "This you, anyway. Not how you were before."

Granny reached one of her hand over and smacked him on the arm. "Don't be rude. She is precious and adorable like this, I adore the bright red cheek circles."

Michael gave her an indignant look and leaned back a bit. "I wasn't being rude!" Settling back at her side he frowned at the phone. "I was just saying she doesn't look like an angel." What he's saying in truth, Lucifer understands, is that Charlie doesn't look like him. Michael was his twin, and there was a clear break in their appearance with the way he ended up after being in Hell. As Alastor said before, Lucifer and Michael share similarities still, but there was a clear way to tell them apart now. They're not identical anymore. "She doesn't look much like Lilith either." Michael added.

Charlie was a Hellborn, she carried Lucifer's demonic appearances on her, she was half-angel half-demon and Lucifer loved all of that about her. Every piece of him that she carried, with a surprising very little amount of Lilith as his brother pointed out. "Is it actually that surprising?" He asked, looking around Granny to his twin. "You guys cursed Lilith to be unable to have children, so she couldn't carry Charlie."

The phone slipped from Granny's hand and Lucifer quickly moved to catch it, fumbling with it in his grasp until he managed to safely rescue the device from the air. Holding it tightly he straightened back up and turned his head to the side, taking in the startled expression on the woman's face, his brother's own confused one and even Alastor's. Michael recovered first, waving his hand toward the phone. "That is… a very good point. How was Charlie born?"

"What do you mean how?" He shoved his phone in his pocket, resting his right hand on his hip as he motioned at himself with the left. "I created her from Lilith and mine's magic and carried her." Charlie wasn't a being of pure holy energy, she was demonic in nature too, it was much easier to make her than it was the ducks he wanted to recreate. Though the entire process itself had still been long and frustrating, she was the greatest thing he ever made. He loved every single bit of her.

"Do you hear this, Alastor?" Granny waved her hand at him. "I can have grandchildren."

A very awkward laugh slipped from him and Lucifer took a few steps over toward Alastor. The image he had in his head, of the Radio Demon holding a little demon deer infant and not being disgusted by it, was very hard to picture. He really couldn't see Alastor as the type of person actually wanting to raise a child. Sure, he was good with Charlie and he clearly cared about her, but a baby of all things? It was the same way he felt about the idea of Alastor actually wanting to participate in a wedding; something he would find annoying.

Which was why he had brushed off the topic of the title of Queen as quickly as he had brought it up. As much as he had been fulfilling the role, and very well at that too, he struggles to imagine Alastor actually accepting the idea of it. Sure, he'd like the power and the title that comes with it, but everything else? Lucifer? Not as easy to imagine.

Well, they still had a long way to go for all of that anyway. Though Lucifer felt very deeply for him… fuck that he was completely in love with the Radio Demon, they've still only been doing this for about a month. He can't just eagerly throw titles and rings at the other.

Right?

There has to be some social rules on that.

Even though he had done far less with Lilith and doomed her to eternal damnation by his choices in about a couple weeks after officially meeting her. He was not counting all the years he watched her from a distance.

Why is everything he does need to be so complicated? He can't just do something normal for a change.

"Mother, please stop teasing him so much. I fear you might break him." Alastor replied calmly, glancing a bit over toward Lucifer before turning his head away again. "Charlie is a wonderful granddaughter to have, and perhaps you can petition the Archangels to see her at some point." Right, once they left here it wasn't as if Granny would see Alastor again. Or anyone else from Hell. Charlie had the best chance of getting up here, and even then he would have to schedule official meetings for her. They wouldn't let Sinners just gallivant up here for fun.

It doesn't seem fair that the Archangels can go down to Hell as freely as they wanted, but all of them had to jump through hoop after hoop just to get a handful of hours up here. All of which were heavily supervised and scrutinized. Well, that was an argument for another day, Lucifer just barely won the one he had today.

"I will." Granny stated, her shoulders set in determination though the tears had started to appear in her eyes again. He wishes there was a better outcome for all of this, but there really wasn't. This was what it was, Hell and Heaven were separate and Alastor didn't want to be redeemed. He could petition for them to see each other at least once a year perhaps, but actually fighting for that right would take years itself. He would still try, for them, but it would be a long time before they might ever get to see each other again. It's not fair, but it's the way things are and always have been.

Saints go up, Sinners go down.

He was glad that Michael was giving them this moment to say goodbye to each other, but at the same time it felt cruel too. Not that Michael meant it to be, and he is certain that Alastor's mother would rather have this chance with her son even with the pain it would bring rather than not.

It was kind, merciful one could even argue, as much as it was also going to be painful. Lucifer hummed gently and turned to Alastor, motioning toward Granny with a gentle smile. "We do have to get home to our beautiful daughter, Alastor. We left her alone with a freshly turned Sinner you know."

The Radio Demon gave a soft hum and nodded his head, making his way up to his mother and smiling pleasantly down at her. "I have to go now, mother. But I promise you, I really am alright."

That seemed to be the straw that finally broke the damn, the tears finally running down the woman's face as she lost any bit of composure she had been clutching onto. Lucifer turned away from the two of them to give them a bit of privacy, his gaze settling on the pond of ducks once more and watching them bob adorably in the water. There's movement at his side and Lucifer turned his head over toward his twin, smiling softly at him as Michael pressed up against him, their shoulders brushing.

"Do you think I shouldn't have brought her?" He asked quietly and Lucifer shook his head as he turned back to the ducks once more.

"You did a kind thing, Michael. Is this your way of apologizing for stabbing him?"

"Cutting him." He corrected. "Mouthy demon he is. Admittedly, making Lilith order him to stay there was probably petty of me, I was just being spiteful." The angel offered him a shrug. "He lived."

"He lived because I absorbed your magic from the wound."

This pulled a frown onto his twin's face and Michael turned his head toward him. "Is that what happened down in Hell when the ten deadly plagues were unleashed upon it? That was reckless and stupid of you."

"Huh." A slow blink. "I think Alastor said nearly the exact same thing."

"It revolts me that we agree on something."

"Michael." Turning to the side he faced his brother more properly, tucking his hands behind his back. "I know you think the absolute worst of Alastor, and most of it is probably justified." The Radio Demon was not a good person and Lucifer was very aware of that. "But he's important to me. For all that he does, for the people he harms, for the weird pleasure he gets out of all of this. He is still important to me. The next time you go after him?" He met his brother's gaze. "You will have to go through me first."

His brother gives a small hum and darts his gaze briefly to the side, taking in Alastor and his mother still sobbing against him. Slowly, his eyes returned to Lucifer's own. "I don't intend on it, but I'll keep that in mind." He turns away and looks back out over at the ducks again, the light breeze that drifted through the air carrying the scent of the pond with it. Spring-like, is what he thinks this weather is meant to resemble. Hell doesn't have spring but he read about it. "I can't say what will happen in ten years, when we meet at that table again to renegotiate the exterminations. However, for now, my goal is to watch this Hazbin Hotel. To understand it and more accurately, if it does actually work. Lute will be a good test for that." He shrugs a bit and slides his gaze back to Lucifer. "So do keep her alive, brother."

Well, he hadn't intended on killing her but he certainly wasn't going to attempt to keep her alive. Seemed he didn't have a choice in the matter now. If Lute was going to be used by Michael to test the Hazbin Hotel, redeeming her was going to be a lot more important than he wanted it to be.

Damn her if he has to partake in these redemption exercises.

"How do you intend on testing the Hotel if the only way for a redeemed soul to enter Heaven is through death?" He asks.

Michael nods his head a bit reluctantly and sighs. "I think, unless we involve Father, that will always be the way it works. Unfortunately, Lucifer, to get an afterlife one must die. Azrael said that in the meeting, didn't he? If the Angel of Death thinks that, it seems pretty concrete." And as much as that does make sense to him, he knows Charlie is not going to be satisfied with the answer. She was the type of person to hear what she has to do and go right out and do it. If involving God could fix this, she would argue for a meeting with him.

Maybe he'll keep that to himself for now. No need to make Charlie more stressed than she already was. It'll probably get brought up in whatever meetings she has in the future anyway, let the Archangels explain this one to his daughter.

"You know," Lucifer says cheerfully, smiling widely at his brother. "If you want to understand the Hotel, you should probably stay at it. There are plenty of rooms and you would certainly be a welcomed addition to the place. Especially when everyone is fairly certain you want to set the entire place on fire and watch it burn."

"There's a lot of paperwork involved with arson, so no thank you."

Of course there was. Everything these angels did probably had mounds of paperwork involved with it. He's certain his brothers that were filling out the paperwork from his meeting were hating him so much right now. He does not envy them especially after all the paperwork Alastor had just made him do.

"However," Michael continued softly as he turned his head to face Lucifer once more. "I think I'll come stay sometime and see this Hazbin Hotel, if your daughter wouldn't be opposed to it." He knows his brother doesn't want to be in Hell, he knows he hates the Sinners and he despises what Lucifer did in the Garden of Eden. Going against their father, creating evil as he believes, so to take the step to willingly be down there? It wasn't a small thing for him to do. This was a bridge, a branch offered to try and change the way that things were going. The way that he was seeing the world around them. To add that color into the black and white world that he was seeing everything in.

Alastor had said once, long ago when things were still new between them, that Hell will never change overnight. That it would take decades if not centuries for there to be a noticeable difference in the way things were going. He was right then, and those same words apply here too. His brothers and Heaven itself wouldn't change overnight. The painful emotions they inflicted on each other wouldn't be forgotten just because of a few words exchanged. But there was a chance to change it, and even more so, a way to right the wrongs between them if they just took that chance to move past the way things were.

To accept the offer that was extended out when one of them wanted to take that leap.

If Michael was willing to make that move, to try and bridge the gap between them, he couldn't tell him no. Not that he would want to either, for all the hurt between them Gabriel did have a point. They were brothers and this was his twin. Things might never be perfect, might never get back to how they were before, but it would mean the world to him if he got some semblance of that relationship back. He had loved his brother, more than anything in the world.

"You are always welcome at the Hazbin Hotel, Saint Michael." The both of them turned their head to the side and set their gazes on Alastor, the Radio Demon grinning brightly at the Archangel. "We don't dotarget practicethough, Charlie frowns on violence against guests and staff. Such a pity too, I have it under good authority I'm rather remarkable at both."

"Alastor!" Lucifer sighed and dropped his head, pressing his palm against his forehead.

"You said I had to be normal for five hours, the five hours are up." He wasn't normal for any part of them!

"Your Majesty." Picking his head back up he startled back as his hands were grasped, held tightly by Alastor's mother in what was almost a painful grip. He didn't try to take them back though as he gazed down at the woman curiously. She had managed to get her tears under control, but her eyes were rather puffy and it looked as if just a few words would unravel her once more. Lucifer actually felt rather bad for her, this all had to be incredibly stressful. She gave his hands a bit of a tug and Lucifer blinked at her. "Take care of my son, please. I know he can be a handful and a bit of a problem, I'm certain he does and will continue to give you his fair share of grief. But he is my son and no matter what he has done or what he'll continue to do, he is a good boy."

"Mother."

He placed a gentle smile on his face and squeezed the hands holding his own, attempting to relax the angel clinging to him a little bit. He knew it had to be difficult, sending her son so far away especially after everything she had learned. He knew what it felt like to leave Charlie for any length of time and he worried endlessly about how she was. It was just what being a parent was like, thinking about your child constantly and hoping that they were alright. At least for most parents, their child wasn't too far away and they could reach them, that wasn't the case with Alastor's mother. He was dragging her son back to Hell, her worries were very valid as was the ache in her heart most likely.

The smile he gives her is the easiest he's had the entire time he's been up here, full of the warmth he hoped she could see that he had for her son. It was genuine and it was real, the emotions that he held for Alastor, the ones that continued to grow with each passing moment that he got to spend with the demon. Though they were unexpected, how quickly they developed and how deeply they did, each one that he held for the other would never be something he regretted. Alastor could break his heart and he's fairly certain he would continue to adore and love the other. With every inch of his heart that was swelling with the emotions in it.

There would never be a thought or hesitance of what she asked, never a question he would need to ponder. For as long as Alastor would hold him, Lucifer would gladly take care of him. Even if there eventually came a day where he found he did want to be up here, Lucifer would let him. Whatever made Alastor happy was what he wanted for him. What he would always want for him.

Lucifer took a breath and gently tugged on the hands that were holding his own, offering the angel a nod. "I would give your son the world if he would let me." Some of the tension finally lessened in her shoulders. "Alastor is very important to me and I'll never let anything happen to him if I can help it." Sometimes he can't, he isn't always with Alastor, but if he can help it he will take care of the Radio Demon. Even if that was something he didn't want. He was quite fierce in his need for independence and not relying on others.

The woman nodded back and released her tight grip on his hands, taking a step back and placing them on her hips instead. "Good. Maybe you'll make a decent daughter-in-law after all."

…huh?

"Ex-excuse me?" His brain must have died. He certainly must have heard her wrong. But Granny simply turned away as if he hadn't said anything at all.

She waved her hand at her son who looked as if he wanted to vanish into the ground, which he could have done if they were in Hell. His shadows won't carry him that far even if he wanted them to. "And you need to take care of your wife."

Wife!?

"Very well, mother." Why did he agree!?

"I think I need to get Lucifer out of here before he breaks again." His brain had already short circuited and he barely picks up the sound of Michael snapping his fingers to open a portal. The swirling golden magic spun to life in front of them and his brother nudged his shoulder to get him to stumble toward it. He twisted to try and look at the woman, to catch any sort of understanding from her, but there was nothing but a wide grin on her face.

Alastor whispered something to his mother as he passed her, placed a single kiss to her head and then turned to fall in step beside them. He grabbed Lucifer's hand and tugged him through the golden portal, Michael only a few paces behind them.

The moment they were through it the overbearing heat of the Pride Ring wrapped around them like a warm blanket, beating down on them in such a drastic changing way that it caused his head to spin. Heaven really had been a lot colder than the place he was familiar with. As he got his barrings about him he darted his gaze around the ballroom they were standing in and realized a handful of things in very quick succession.

The Hotel was dark.
The roof was on the floor.
And part of the heat was from the fire.

"Oh, good. And here I thought we'd only come home to a nice relaxing welcome party at the front door." He would rather bash some faces in than deal with this.

"What is… that?"

Lucifer darts his gaze over toward his brother and then drags it down toward the floor of the Hotel, taking in the humanoid shaped hole but also the green clothes and hovering shadow near it. "Oh, Seviathan, that looks like it hurt."

"Seviathan? Leviathan had a son?" Michael questioned, leaning over the crater and gazing down at the demon.

"You didn't know? 'Suppose it's not really something you would keep track of, he doesn't typically leave Envy." And he definitely won't after this most likely. Lucifer stepped up to his side and glanced briefly at the other's shadow before down into the hole. "Are you conscious?"

"Can I pretend I'm not?"

"Nope!" Not when he spoke anyway. Taking a few steps closer he crouched down and reached into the hole, grabbing one of Seviathan's arms and wrapping it around his neck. He supported his weight and body with the other and then used his wings to pull the both of them back up. Easing Seviathan down onto the ground he started brushing the bits of debris from the boy's hair. "Are you alright?"

The Prince gave him a look of disbelief for that question, his gaze narrowed in a way that was definitely threatening to stab Lucifer if he dared ask that question again. He held his hands up and shrugged, catching Michael moving to kneel beside the boy. He placed his hands on his shoulder and there was a flash of golden magic woven in a bright blue that started threading outward from his palm. It sank into Seviathan's own body and started stitching the wounds he had back together.

"What happened?" His brother asked. "Your wounds are not that bad, I'll have you healed fully in a few minutes."

"You let some psychopath down here?" The Prince asked, throwing his heated gaze back toward Lucifer. "Crazy lady with a murderous attitude? Well, she did not want to be here. Either in the Hotel, in the Pride Ring or in Hell at all. She is nuts and I mean that, completely one-hundred percent crazy with a side of off her rocker."

Lucifer raised his eyebrows at him. "We're all a bit crazy down here."

"No! She is a nutjob with a weapon." Swinging his arm out and nearly hitting Michael, he pointed at Alastor. "She makes him look sane!" The Radio Demon cocked his head to the side at that, neck snapping with an audible sound.

Alright, so he can guess things went bad. He should have expected them too and he did a bit, let's be honest. That's why he had texted Lilith to keep the crazy angel turned sinner in the Hotel. "So what happened?" He asked, glancing a bit toward the crater in the ground again. She had really put him deep in that.

"Well, after you dropped her off here she had a complete psychological break apparently. Screaming, arms failing, threats of murder all in various colorful ways. She does not lack creativity in what she wants to do to us." That does not surprise him. "Charlie offered her to stay, using all her kind words and happy mojo-hobo whatever it is she does. For a moment I had thought it might have worked. Then Vaggie walked in and it's like she saw some monster or something." Ironic, considering they're in Hell and nearly everyone was a monster. "She started screaming, they threw hands at each other and then I guess the crazy lady doesn't have control over her power yet because she sent both of them flying across the room accidentally."

So she does have magic? It can't be much, most Sinners start out with very little. Demonic energy depends on the sins one earns in their life. The grander the sins, the stronger the magic. Her own, though dark enough to taint her soul, were nothing like the ones on actual Sinners down here. Like Alastor for example, he had a decent level to start out with because of his crimes but also because of his deal with Lilith. Lute wouldn't have anywhere near even half that level of power.

"I tried to get in the way and she smashed me down into that hole." Seviathan nodded his head at it. "I sent the shadow to go get Dad for backup. I think he's out there in the Hotel somewhere trying to pin her down."

So Lute snapped and went entirely deranged on everyone. Her redemption might take longer than they thought it would. Lucifer gave a small hum at that and turned his head toward the doors. "And where is Lilith?"

"Charlie sent her to go pick up some stuff for one of her rehabilitation exercises. I think she just wanted some space from her." What a terrible time for Charlie to decide she needed some space.

"I see. Stay here and relax, Seviathan, we'll get this sorted out." Standing back up to his feet he brushed his clothes off and turned toward the door, starting to make his way over toward it.

Not far behind him he hears Alastor follow, the two of them reaching the doors of the ballroom and standing beside them. He presses his lips together and pulls it open a crack, trying to listen to the sounds outside it. He didn't pick anything up, but that didn't mean that the situation had gotten under control at all. An angel turned sinner, uncontrolled power and fueled by rage. It was hard to say what she was like now. Dropping his hand down he let the door slip back closed and waved his hand to pop his cane into his grip.

"What's the plan, Sire? Do we strike her down?" Alastor questioned and Lucifer shook his head.

"No, Michael wants her kept alive."

"That will be quite difficult. She's a known exterminator, who continues to cause problems. Hell will eat her alive."

He already figured that out on his own and he knew it was going to be a problem. He thought that when Michael brought her up and made it clear he wanted her alive for the experiment he was apparently intending on running. Lute was only going to dig herself deeper and deeper into a hole the more she fought back. Unfortunately though, clearly killing her was not and would never be an option. It also, given what they just fought for in Heaven, went against what they tried to argue.

She has to be given a chance.

Twirling his cane around he dropped it to rest against his shoulder and turned his attention to Alastor. "Well then, Radio Demon, maybe you should do what you do best then. Make a deal with her."