Author's Note: Okay last chapter of this story. I will probably be writing more for this universe. Persephone will eventually meet her "Grandma." I know she did in the other AU. But this will be a whole different version. I had waited to get a better feel for "Charlotte." I think it will be fun. Stay tuned.

A Few Days later

She sat on the edge of her mother's grave. Her knees brought up right under her chin. Her dark eyes staring at the ornate headstone. She could hear the people filing past the fenced off grave. They were taking pictures and leaving flowers and balloons. Her mother's death was still fresh in the hearts of her fans. Persephone ignored them all. Tears filled her eyes as she stared.

Earlier she had been sitting in on a meeting with her mother's lawyer with her father and her mother's brother and father. Normally, she had only met her grandfather on that side once. Her mother had hated him. He had abused her. But of course, money was involved the vultures came by the dozen. The two men had been angry to learn that her mother's entire fortune had been left to her. They began fighting and fuming. I had been bad enough that they had insisted on a lavish funeral with all the world to see.

Her mother had wanted to be cremated and remembered in a small quiet ceremony. But no. It had to be a circus. Persephone being only sixteen had no real say in the matter. So she went along with it. She endured days of paparazzi shoving cameras in her face. She hated the circus that had been her mother's funeral. Seeing her face plastered across every news station. It had been bad enough when it was found out that her Aunt Karen was the one who had murdered Joanie.

For a moment she closed her eyes. Blocking out the people calling to her. Blocking out the world. She had stormed out of the meeting after tiring of her family fighting over her mother's money. Take it then. Take all of it. She had cried. Her father Lucifer tried to calm her. All you care about is money. Then take it and get out of my life. She screamed before leaving. She hailed a cab and had it bring her to the cemetery. She ignored the protests of the security guard who watched her hop the fence around the grave. She sat staring at the etched façade of her mother's face.

Opening her eyes, she looked upwards at the overcast sky. Sighing. "Mom, I'm so sorry. Sorry that the last words we spoke were in anger. I didn't mean it." She felt tears falling down her cheeks. She didn't care if people thought she was crazy. "I loved you." She knew her mother couldn't hear the words. Though she hoped that one of her angelic uncles might relay the message to her. "Grandpa or Gabriel. Can you tell her for me? Please." She pleaded. Then like some miracle the clouds parted and the sun came out. She laughed. "Is that your way of saying message received?" She said to the sky.

"Does He ever answer?" A British accented voice cut through her thoughts.

She turned to the source. Her father stood a few feet behind her. He was wearing all black today. A slight smile on his face as his dark eyes looked upward for a brief moment. She shrugged and turned back to her mother's grave. "Sometimes." She said.

"Really?" He took a few steps towards her and squatted down beside her.

She patted the ground. "Why don't you sit?" She smiled at him.

"Darling, I'm wearing Armani. These pants aren't made for sitting on the dirty ground." He replied.

Shaking her head, she kept her eyes on the headstone. "Sorry I stormed out of there like that. I understand why Mom wanted nothing to do with her father and brother. All they care about it money."

"And they aren't getting a dime." Lucifer said to her. "I made sure of it."

Persephone turned to her father. "What happened you put the fear of the Devil into them?"

Lucifer smiled. "Of course, Joanie told me what kind of monster her father was. What he did to her and her sister." He cringed when he said sister. "Anyways. It all yours when you turn eighteen of course."

Persephone sighed. "I don't care about the money, Dad. I would rather have my mother." More tears threatened to fall. She heard him sigh but she didn't look at him.

"I know, darling. Your mother had asked me not to." He confessed. "I do have some ability to bring people back from the dead." He put a hand on his daughter's shoulder. He felt her hand grab his and squeeze.

"She told me." Persephone turned her eyes to meet her father's. She could sense the power behind them. The ancient knowledge. She also saw the kindness in them. Something no one expected the Devil to be capable of. But Persephone never saw him as a monster. Only her Dad. "She also told me she would be okay if you found someone to share your life with."

Lucifer lifted an eyebrow. "Did she now?" He chuckled.

"Yes." Persephone laughed. "And I am too. You deserve it."

"Well, thank you for your approval child." He mused sarcastically.

Persephone bumped his arm. "Jerk." She laughed.

Sighing Lucifer stood up to his full height. The security guard was glaring at them. He looked down at his daughter. "Come on darling. Let's get going before they call in the SWAT team." He reached down his hand.

Persephone nodded and took her father's hand and he helped her to her feet. Her left leg was asleep and caused her to stumble but he caught her. He would never let her fall. She leaned against him for a moment.

"Are you hungry?" He asked while holding her.

"Sure. Are you going to take me to an actual restaurant this time?" She laughed now regaining her balance. He let go of her.

"Yes, your silly child, you. I will take you to an actual restaurant." He shook his head and started walking for his car.

"Can we get Chinese?" She said walking behind him. They ignored the curious onlookers. A few paparazzi snapped pictures. One stopped in their path right in Persephone's face.

"Hey Persephone. Look at the camera." The man shouted at her. He was a few feet away.

Persephone turned her head away. "Get away from me you cockroach." She side stepped him.

Lucifer was quick to swoop in and rescue her. He put his arm over her shoulder. "Come on." He glared at the paparazzi. He leads her towards the car.

The paparazzi kept following and taking pictures. They shouted questions and other nonsense. The news that the identity of her father was more important that her mother's death. She smirked at the man and flicked her wrist and his camera exploded into flames. He screamed and dropped it. He looked at her with fear and confusion.

Lucifer laughed. "Persephone!" He said with mock anger. "That wasn't very nice." He laughed again.

"Sorry." She shrugged.

"No don't be. I found it quite amusing. The look on his face. Oh, you are definatly my child." He said as they reached his car. He reached down and opened the passenger side door.

Persephone chuckled as she slid into the black Corvette. "You mean you had doubt?" She looked up at him.

Lucifer shut the door. "No, of course not." He trotted to the other side and got into the driver's seat. "For one thing, you do look just like me." He smiled. "And I must say I do good work."

Persephone rolled her eyes and shook her head.

"What?" He laughed as he started the car. "And two, you are far too intelligent to be someone else's spawn." He put the car into gear and pulled away from the cemetery. "So, you want Chinese for dinner? Good, I know a guy who owes me a favor."

"Of course, you do." Persephone looked out as the palm trees raced by. Her long hair blowing in the wind. She looked up at the sky. The clouds seemed to be clearing a path of light as they sped along. She smiled. "Love you too, Grandpa." She said quietly. She sat back in the leather seat.

Hours later Persephone walked into the kitchen of her father's penthouse. She had a bag of leftover Chinese food. She and her father had stuffed themselves silly. They had ordered enough food for ten people. She unbagged the boxes and placed them in the fridge. She hummed quietly as she closed the door and prepared to leave the kitchen. Like a scene out of a movie everything slowed down. She paused and looked around as a shadow fell over the doorway. A tall man with dark brown skin walked towards her. He wore black robes like the kind she had seen other angels wear. She didn't see any wings though.

He approached her and stopped. His face was handsome and he smiled slightly. "Hello Persephone. I am Amenadiel. I am here to talk to you about getting your father back to Hell."

"What?" Persephone looked the man in the face.

"I am an angel."

"Yes, I know that." Persephone quipped.

"Of course, you would know that." His deep voice rumbled out. "And as you know your father belongs in Hell. I have been trying to get him to go back."

Persephone frowned. "And what do you want of me?"

"I need you to help." Amenadiel tried to sound friendly but was failing.

Persephone narrowed her eyes at him. "And why would I do that? I don't want my father to go back to Hell."

Amenadiel sighed. "Because that is the natural order of things, child. My father ordered me to get him back."

Persephone glared at the angel. "But what about me? If he goes back to Hell where am I supposed to go?" She shook her head. She hated to think of her life without him. She knew without his wings he wouldn't be able to come visit.

"You have to think beyond yourself. Think of the balance of the universe. All those nasty things locked up in Hell can get out if he isn't down there. Now will you help me or not?"

Persephone shook her head and walked around the angel. She knew defying him could be a bad idea. "No. I am not going to help you get him back to Hell. I am not ready to lose my father. I love my father." Sue looked up. "Sorry Grandpa." She looked the angel dead on. "Sorry Uncle Amenadiel. But it's your task. You do it." She started out of the kitchen and had her exit cut off.

The angel was inches from her face. His eyes narrowed as he glared at her. "You made the wrong decision." He backed up and his wings appeared with a flap he was gone.

Persephone was left in mild shock as time went back to normal. Tears fell down her cheeks as she stood there. She knew defying her uncle was not the best decision. She looked upwards. "I'm sorry Grandpa. I know you want him back in Hell. But I need him too." She wiped the tears from her cheeks. "Please don't hate me." She sniffled. Sighing she walked out of the kitchen towards her bedroom. She needed to lie down and get over the long day. It had been a trying week with the loss of her mother. But she knew she would get through it.

Walking into her bedroom she flopped onto her bed and buried her face in her pillow. Closing her eyes, she fell into a fitful sleep. Things were about to get more complicated in her life.