Lucifer was sure he'd have ended up in Hell when he died. He'd told Lunda that when he spoke of killing himself briefly to save the detective. But Hell was not where he was now. No, instead, he was standing in front of a silver gate.

"This isn't possible!" Lucifer exclaimed. He knew exactly where he was. It had been eons since the last time he'd seen this place, but he could never forget. He was standing at the gates of the most boring place in the universe. Heaven.

Lucifer couldn't believe he'd end up here. He shouldn't have ended up in Heaven. He was exiled from it. This had to be a dream. No, correction, it had to be a nightmare. He didn't want to be there. He wouldn't want to be there on a normal day, let alone when he was on a mission to save the detective.

Lucifer paced in front of the gate. He would be damned if he walked through. He needed to find a way out of there. He had to get to Hell and get the antidote for the Detective. The problem was that he was technically dead, and he no longer had his wings. He had no idea how to get out of there.

Lucifer soon heard the gates open. He stopped pacing and turned to see a young woman with pitch black hair and brown eyes.

"Hey, dumbass. You just gonna stand there all day?"

"Sarathiel," Lucifer greeted.

"You coming in or not?" she asked.

"Absolutely not! Why am I here?" Lucifer asked.

"Well, I don't know if you remember, but you offed yourself," Sarathiel said dryly.

Lucifer glared at his sister. Normally, he appreciated her sense of humor, as he did teach it to her, but he was in no mood. He'd had the day from Hell, and it wasn't getting any better. "I don't have time for this, Sarathiel."

"Big brother, I'm pretty sure time is all you have. Come on," Sarathiel said as she motioned for him to come inside.

"I am not going in there," Lucifer said firmly.

"So you're just going to stand out here for eternity?" she asked.

"No, you're going to fly me to Hell," Lucifer said.

"Yeah, no can do. I'm going inside. I'll see you when you finally realize there's nowhere to go but this way, " Sarathiel said before walking inside.

Lucifer hesitated for several moments before walking in and catching up to his sister. "I can't be here."

"Well, what were you thinking would happen when you killed yourself?" Sarathiel asked.

Lucifer scowled. "You know exactly where I thought I'd end up."

"Eh, oh well," she said.

"You make a very lousy guide. I don't know why Father would give you this job," Lucifer said.

"You know, I said the same, but as it turns out, humans seem to like my bluntness. Besides, you're not a normal human soul. You're my idiotic older brother who just offed himself," Sarathiel said.

"I wasn't supposed to end up here. Why the bloody hell did I end up here?" Lucifer asked.

"I'm the wrong girl to ask, Sam," Sarathiel said.

Lucifer twitched at the mention of his former name. "I changed my name, Sara."

"Yeah, and we're not allowed to use the new one, so you'll have to deal with Samael. I'm sure you'll get used to it after a few centuries," Sarathiel said.

"I will not be here for centuries. And what do you mean you can't use my name. I decide what my name is. Besides, Amenadiel uses it all the time," Lucifer said. He looked around and noticed two of his siblings pass. They looked surprised to see him, but then nodded as if nothing had happened. As if he hadn't been banished for thousands of years.

"Not here, he doesn't," she said.

"Where are we going anyway?" Lucifer asked.

"Where do you think?" Sarathiel asked. She laughed as if the answer was obvious.

Lucifer noticed that they were walking in the direction of his father's home in the City, a place Lucifer had no desire to visit. He immediately stopped. "Absolutely not! I will not go up there."

"You think you can avoid him for eternity?" Sarathiel asked.

"Once again, I am not staying here!" Lucifer yelled.

"Right, and how are you going to leave, Sam? You don't have wings, and no one here will fly you back to Earth," she said.

"I don't need them to. I have those that will bring me back using human means," Lucifer said. Of course, that didn't exactly help him save the detective. He could try again, but what use would it be if he just ended up back where he was?

"Yeah, and we both know that will only happen if Dad lets it. You really think he's gonna do that?" Sarathiel asked.

"You!" an angry voice suddenly called out.

Lucifer turned and glared at the man who spoke. He looked much like himself, only his black hair was more in his face, and his eyes, and his eyes were hazel.

"Michael, don't do anything stupid," Sarathiel warned.

"You may as well ask him not to breath," Lucifer said. There was no love lost between him and Michael. There never had been. From as long as he could remember, they hated each other. Then again, most hated Michael. Even Amenadiel had no use for him. Sometimes, Lucifer was convinced that even his father disliked Michael.

"You don't belong here, you traitor!" Michael yelled.

"I think this is a first, brother. We actually agree on something. I thought the universe would end when that happened, but here we are," Lucifer said.

Michael gave his sister a scathing look. "Did you let him in?"

"Uh, yeah. That's my job," Sarathiel deadpanned.

"When Father finds out you let him in, you may just find yourself in Hell with him!" Michael said cruelly.

Sarathiel rolled her eyes at Michael and turned to her other brother. "You've been around longer. How did he get this far with being this dumb?"

"Mother coddled him," Lucifer said without missing a beat. It was true. If he was his father's favorite, Michael was his mother's, and he knew it.

Michael rushed forward and grabbed his brother by the shirt. "You little bastard! I'm sending you back to Hell where you belong!"

Lucifer smiled and turned to his sister. "Well, it seems there is someone willing to take me to Hell. Please, feel free, you ponce."

"Michael, stand down!" a powerful voice boomed.

"Bloody hell," Lucifer whispered.

Michael turned to a tall man with thin, greying black hair. "Father. Samael found a way here. Sarathiel let him in."

"Let him go now, Michael," God said in a firm tone.

Michael reluctantly released his brother. "I was simply going to return him to Hell where he belongs."

"If I wanted him there, have no doubt that that is here he'd be. He is here because I want him here," God said.

"But why would you want him here. He's the Devil," Michael said.

God glared at his son. "What have I told you about that word?! I won't hear of it! As for my reasoning, it is no concern of yours! Return to your duties."

"Yes, sir," Michael said before walking away.

"Thank you, Sarathiel. You may return to the gates as well," God said with a smile.

Sarathiel nodded and walked away.

God turned to his remaining son, who was glaring fiercely at him. "Come, Samael. We will speak in my office."

Lucifer remained in spot and continued to give his father a withering glare. "I'm not going anywhere with you!"

"Yes, you are," God said before clearing the space between them and taking ahold of his son's upper arm.

Lucifer immediately started trying to wrench his arm loose, but his father's grip was as strong as ever, and he found himself being unwillingly pulled along.