Lucifer's POV:

Well, that went well. Meeting the real Lucifer, taking truth as face first, those words again, the unnecessary dump of information...

The shots...

Well those were good, thought they hurt the tongue a bit. But it's a give and take, isn't it a give and take situation?

Oh well. Now I've gotta deal with this.

I'm knocked out, possibly from what he did. And now where am I gonna end up?

Possibly in front of her house again. After all the work I did to keep her away.

She just keeps coming back.

I try to keep her away, she bumps into me, and I have to run away.

I try to get a job to support my supply of food, she's there.

And when I make a hideout where Hope is, SHE F*KING COMES FOR PHOTOGRAPHY!

Honestly I'm glad I'll be able to sever our pact.

The son of the Devil himself is decimated, and now he himself is gonna perish.

So what do I care?! To hell with it! Literally!

Go! Go fall in love and have some kids! I'll help you if YOU'RE THAT DESPERATE! COME ON! LET'S HOOK YOU UP!

oh wait. Someone is picking me up. Who?

I just hope Hope is hopefully there.

HOPE-CEPTION!

I don't think it's Hope...

Gosh, it's Miley, right? At least that's better. I hope she doesn't get me in some weird pose and gets me to fall on her.

I hate myself more ever since Hope said what I did was what made her feel that way towards me.

I think she still hates me, after almost 13 months. No wonder.

Wait. I'm waking.

Okay then, where is my body n-

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Third Person POV:

" Oh you gotta be kidding me." Was the first thought that came to the Angel.

" I know this floor. And that carpet. And that this couch. And the door. Oh no... "

He was almost going to fall back asleep and stay that way. He wondered if that's what his mentor felt all those years.

He didn't feel the slightest sense of relief in the fact he was relating to what Micheal did.

But somehow, he had to open his eyes.

He just knew he had to.

And so, he peeked a bit. Hoping he doesn't get slapped.

And when he looked at the surroundings, he saw Rebecca, the very mother of the girl who he's been staying away from.

Unconditionally, it was his own heart that didn't make contact for the sole purpose of protecting her.

After all, he was made for that only task.

A machine with one and only task.

And he was fighting against it. A virus to the system.

A corruption.

And while he was fighting his instincts, Rebecca looked back and let out a sigh of relief escape her lungs.

" Hello champ." She smiled at the one who woke up.

" Damn you, Satan." He rolled a bit and got up-to his feet and dusted off things for dramatic effect.

Ever the dramatist.

" Where am I? Who are you? Who am I? Why is this happening? OH NO. THEY GOT ME, DIDN'T THEY?" He gasped, putting a hand to his mouth.

EVER THE DRAMATIST, Lucifer.

" Come here, you cheeky boy" Rebecca put down her mitts or her COOKING GAUNTLET as he likes to call them, and put her arms wide.

Lucifer knew well not to refuse the legendary Rebecca and so he put his hands and put his head on her shoulder.

" How's life?" He didn't know what to say. And he didn't know what he would do when her husband would come in on this awkward moment which is bound to happen, considering his track record.

" I didn't think you were coming back"

" So did I...how is she?" Lucifer asked, letting himself off her embrace and looking at the ceiling, still uncomfortable coming back to the place of beginnings for him.

Rebecca looked at him, and guided him to her room. She made him sit down on the cushion of her mattress.

" A year or so ago. Right after you left her, she reacted suddenly, bawling from her room." She caressed the edges of Lucifer's palm and put it to her mouth, kissing it.

It was almost like a whimper.

Just hearing that, he had to look. And he saw she was almost crying.

But it wasn't from despair.

She was smiling.

" I-I'm sorr-ry. I know I-I hurt her but I-" Lucifer started to spit out.

" No. I should thank you, son. Somehow... You helped her. Helped us from a crisis we never- she never got out from." The drop traced down along her cheek and fell on the floor, splitting apart into smaller droplets.

" What do you mean I did something? I only opened the possibility that she forgets about me. It wasn't permanent, we both knew that. But I didn't do anything else." He put his hands away, feeling better that she didn't get mentally scarred or worse.

Because it wasn't a fixed outcome.

The only thing fixed was Lucy Madison was to forget all about the Angel she had, and all the time she spent with him.

Nothing else. Nothing more, nothing less.

He didn't imagine she had a life before this.

Well, not before the authentic and original Devil had something to say about it.

And so, he asked her.

" What do you mean by that? What happened?" And ask he did.

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Lucifer's POV:

I didn't know what to do. I was clueless about her, bottom down.

All I knew about her was...

Really, nothing. And that note, which I only made once, that she doesn't do well in crowds?

Doesn't really matter, does it? I'm clueless about the one single girl I should be helping smile.

I knew that. And that's why I ran.

But I have no choice. I wasn't given one. And who knows what comes in store for the very child of Lucifer.

The fallen angel.

The light bringer.

Who knows? Maybe he's not Lucifer.

Maybe he's Samael. The darker shade of God. The one who was the one who was evil.

Lucifer was the one who was misinterpreted. He wanted to be better.

Samael wanted to overtake the heavens.

Overthrow.

Raze.

Destroy.

And maybe that's wh-

In the span of time it took her to respond, these thoughts wallowed over my mind.

" Samael..." I almost had to stop cannibalizing my mind with an axe for not knowing sooner.

" Tell me, Rebecca. Everything." I gently picked her hand and made her sit.

" Alright, son."

And so she spoke everything about Lucy's previous years.

" We had a son six years ago. His name was Ray. Ray Madison." Well of course that explains a lot. They kept the meme going.

Of course their son also has his name staring with the same letter. So that means...

" Lucy's adopted, isn't she?" I had to ask her.

She nodded, not much to surprise. I mean he said that she was her daughter, with the code name of sorts.

Pochka. Little bud.

" Ray was more interested than any of the people I know to have a little sister. So much so that he readily wanted to adopt a girl."

And that was Lucy? That simple? That can't be it.

" Anything else?" I hoped for something more.

Why?

Why did I want a more complicated ending than this?

I don't know. That's the answer.

I'm stuck. I want a conclusion.

" It seemed that Lucy had no records of her life. Her parents, other than the fact that she was constantly jumping countries with them when they were...alive."

And that explains both their claims.

That they had to be on the move to avoid chaos that was insinuating due to humans.

Because of the violation of good and evil.

It never was about the balance. It was about peace.

Maintaining a constant flow of life and death without rupture of that same flow.

" I think I can fill in the rest for her, contrary to my words before. I feel enlightened Rebecca." I found myself faking a laugh.

I put my hands to my temples, trying to grind all this inside and leave it there.

My only warning was to save her from whatever was coming.

" But do you have a picture of him? What was the crisis?"

" Ray left. For saving the world, at least that's what Lucy thinks. He was involved in...something we don't know ourselves." She paused, fiddling with her nails.

Something didn't quite click.

" Lucy said that I ruined her brother's shirt but she didn't talk about it again. He didn't come back, did he?"

" He did. Just...not alive." Her smile dissolved into a grim expression.

" And, my child..." She was trying not to stutter despite clear chokes being seen on her face. As if to make a clear point.

" Lucy...she couldn't accept it. She believed time and time again that Ray was alive and was helping people until her mind erased his presence. But there were times that she remembered but forced her own memories to a point that she denied his very existence." The tears streamed out, steady and fluid.

" But when you left, she collapsed a day after you left, not much a day as it was half of it." Rebecca wiped them off, sniffed her nose and rubbed it a bit.

" But this time, she didn't have a sudden shock or anything like before. I have no idea what you did or even if it is your doing but Lucy started to cry, cry her heart out and when she came out her room, she confronted us. And every day after that was better than the years we dreaded we had to hide the fact that her brother's death came sooner tha-" The door clacked, the lock being opened.

" I guess she's back." Rebecca smiled, wiping all previous emotions and feelings, putting a smile on.

" What should I do? I've been a pain in the *ss for her. Hurt her. Everything that happened to her was my doing. Her pain was my doing. What do I do now?" My mind spoke without a moment of hesitation.

" Be there for her. All you have to do is that." She said as she stood up and left the room closing the door behind me, leaving me alone and in a feeling of chaotic paranoia.

Good move, Legendary Baker Of Cookies That Would Daunt Even The Worst Beings On Earth Or Anywhere For That Matter.

Good move...

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Third Person POV:

Lucy entered the living room, seeing the door to her room was open, and her mother just leaving the oven on.

" Uh...that's not normal." She thought.

She turned it off and made her way there as her mother exited the doorway.

" Welcome back, sweetie."

" Mom? Who's here?"

Rebecca didn't say a word but put her hand on Lucy's cheek and gave it a slight pinch with a small smile.

" Good luck trying not to kill him." Lucy froze.

" Mom? Who is here?" But Lucy's mother just left the house, grinning to herself, planning to head to eat something while she took a walk.

Lucy entered her room, putting her hand on the knob and opening it.

And she wished what her mother said didn't have to happen.

" H-hey. Long time, n-no see?" The man before her mumbled, fear in his eyes.

" Hey..."

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