Lyra POV

Now I'm in Lucifer's penthouse just waiting for him. I need answers, Amenadiel was gone before I was able to ask anything further and Lucifer was too upset to talk saying the wings were fake. So now I'm waiting for him here on his couch and as soon as I hear the elevator open I get up and look at it seeing Lucifer walk in with a black eye.

"What happened to you?" I ask walking to him and caressing his face just under his eye.

"Oh nothing just some scuffle with my brother." He says making me raise a brow.

"Aren't angels suppose to have fast healing?" I ask and he smiles.

"We're not suppose to get hurt in the first place." He says making me chuckle.

"Then why are you getting hurt? First when my sister shot you and now your brother." I say and he sighs.

"I don't know." He says looking into my eyes and I nod going to his kitchen getting a cloth and some ice wrapping the cloth around it wetting the place the ice is resting before walking to him pushing him to the couch for him to sit and place the ice on his black eye.

"I have so many question right now." I say and he looks at me raising a brow.

"About?" He asked and I look at him with a 'seriously?' face.

"What the hell happened earlier today, what did your brother do? How did he really know my name? Why was I not affected when he did what he did? How do I know your name was Samael before it was Lucifer? Who am I Lucifer? Who am I?" I ask looking at him and he looks away.

"How am I suppose to know all of that?" He asks and I shake my head.

"No, no, no, you know, you know who I really am and I need to know!" I almost yelled causing him to look at me.

"You're blaming me for something." He says looking at me as I feel like crying.

"All my life I've had the ability to feel people's emotions, to see their past but I can never find mine. Sometimes I do something feeling like I've done it before when I've never in my life done it, I know different languages even though I never studied them, I know how to play countless instruments when I have never even touched them! I had a vision a memory of us of you and me, you had wings on your back, all my life I've felt like something is missing like I'm missing something, something important, a piece of me that I can never find except for the fact that I live in a loop.. the reason I didn't really believe in angels, and demons, and god or heaven and hell it's not because I was born that way.. it's because I feel like I have no place to go, because I've been born and die just to be reborn, I know this because I never.. because there's no way I'm only human, because sometimes I have dreams of a different era so vividly like I myself was there. Because I know things I shouldn't, because in my dreams I've died and I could feel the pain, remember it. And now here you are, a man called Lucifer who knew who I was before I even knew who he was, a guy with a brother who's an angel who too knew who I was yet non of you give me answers." I say breathing hard shaking my head and sobbing a little placing my hands on my face to hide it.

"Hey no, no don't cry." Lucifer says being by my side in a second hugging me tight.

"I need to know.. please Lucifer I need to know." I say looking into his eyes and he slowly leaned in before connecting our lips together sweetly. It only lasted for a second before he pulled away.

"You were in my room a few day ago weren't you? I knew I couldn't have imagined it." I say making him chuckle lowly before looking into my eyes again.

"You really want to know?" He asked and I nod.

"Alright, get comfortable because it's a long story." He says and I nod leaning back and he wraps his hand around my shoulders pulling me closer to his chest and I rest my head on his shoulder feeling at home as his hand traces my thighs. So familiar as if we've done this a million times.

"As you may already know I was my father's favorite son, and for that very reason he created you. You were my gift, the perfect woman for me, beautiful, powerful, amazing. You were mine, you were my wife, my queen, my heart belonged to you.. correction it still does." He says making me smile a little as he kisses my head.

"We were happy, very happy, we had a thing where no one but us could touch each others wings." He says and I interrupted.

"I have wings?" I ask making him chuckle.

"Well I don't know now but you did indeed have wings, in my eyes much beautiful than my own." He says a little sad now and I look at him.

"What did happen to your wings.. did you find them?" I ask and he tenses up.

"I did.." He says softly.

"And?" I ask knowing he's hiding something.

"I.. I burned them." He whispers and my eyes widen.

"You burned them? You burned your wings? Why?" I ask making him sigh loudly.

"Because I didn't want them anymore.. I didn't want what they represented anymore." He says.

"Which was?" I ask and he looks into my eyes.

"Hell, they represent how my father casted me away to rule hell. They represent how he made me leave you behind without even saying goodbye. How he basically forced me to leave you crying and yelling at Amenadiel to let you go to let you go with me. They represented the life I left behind, the life without you and I didn't want Amenadiel to win.. so I burned them." He says not really feeling anything just empty.

"If you think that's the best thing then alright.." I say going back to him placing my head on his shoulder again hugging his torso as he huged me back.

"So.. going back to me, you said I was powerful, how powerful are we talking about?" I ask and he laughes, he laughs so hard before looking at me shaking his head with happy eyes.

"Very powerful sweetheart." He said before hugging me tightly again.