Rowena was practically skipping down the halls of Hell on her way to the Throne Room with the Box in her hands. It was hotter than it was before she escaped the Cabin and she wondered if that was a sign that Lucifer knew her intentions, that he was proud of her for what she was doing. Once he was freed, she couldn't imagine the praise she'd get from the Prince of Darkness himself; it was going to be a magical moment she hoped to remember for the rest of her days.

When she reached the throne room, there were a few Demons in attendance and she ordered them to begin a summoning ritual for Lucifer as she set the Box down on the floor.

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Inside the Box, the Prince of Darkness was on the sole balcony of his castle and was trying to paint a portrait of Aziza from memory. Just yesterday, he was able to blend enough shades together to obtain the right hue for her hair. He felt a sudden gust of wind come from behind the easel, but he paid it no mind as his hand continued stroking the canvas. It was only when the wooden contraption itself began moving did he finally look behind it and saw a dark wormhole about 100-meters from his Castle, an opening.

"Michael!" He ran out of the front doors and took to the skies, quickly spotting Michael lying on his back in the grass; he landed next to him and tried pulling him up on his feet, but Michael wouldn't stay up. "There's an opening, Michael! We can get out of here, but we need to go now!"

Michael growled and snatched his arm away from his brother, going back to laying in the grass. "Go away or die, Lucifer! I'm sick of your lies!"

"Fine! Roll around in depression for the rest of your life, I'm getting out of here, with or without you!" Lucifer stuck his split tongue out at his foolish brother, but jumped in the air and made a beeline for the portal.

There was a cloudy clap of thunder as something passed through the portal in the Throne Room, causing all the summoning to come to a halt as Lucifer was spat out and thrown into the seat of his throne. Rowena ordered all the Demons to bow and they quickly dropped to their knees to praise Lucifer while she got on her knees before him.

"Rowena…" He praised her with a smile, his fingers under her chin so he could see all the admiration in her eyes. He ate it up like a midnight snack and knew, just by the look on her silly little face, that the Witch would do anything he asked. "Daddy's home."

"I've news for you, my King. Aziza's given birth."

With all the curiosity in the world, he asked, "I have a child?"

"Yes, a beautiful baby girl."

"A girl?" He repeated in awe. "I have a little girl?"

"Her name is Zoka and she has your Grace. She has a twin brother too, Dashiel."

"I have two children?"

"According to Sam Winchester, one is yours and the other belongs to him." She explained. "Talk about immaculate conception. I've no idea how the girl managed it."

"When I was possessing Sam…they must have mated not long after we did." He thought out loud. Sam and Aziza getting intimate was a much better thought than whatever had to happen for her and Michael to bond, so Lucifer didn't find himself angry at the Hunter. He thought for another moment before telling her, "...I want them both."

"Lucifer, trust me when I say trying to get either of those babies away from their mother will not be easy. She's held up somewhere in the woods with the best protection I've ever seen. Nothing supernatural will be able to penetrate her home."

"I. Want. Those. Babies." He repeated, looking Rowena in the eyes. "And you're going to help me get them, aren't you?"

"Anything you wish, my King. I am but your humble servant."