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“You know, Lucifer, it’s dawned on me that there’s something I need to ask you about.”

“Oh? What would that be?”

“There was a time a couple years ago when you insisted that your Mother was responsible for some murders. What was that all about?”

“Ah, well, Mum escaped Hell for a bit and took up residence in Charlotte Richards’ body. I was convinced, wrongly, that she was responsible for those crimes, although she was responsible for others.”

“Other crimes? What other crimes?”

“She accidentally killed that one thug who ended up with the crispy face, and nearly killed our Dr Linda whilst torturing her into revealing things she had been told by me,” Lucifer said.

“So Charlotte was your Mom, rather than your stepmom?”

“Well, not really. I suppose you could say that Mum was Charlotte for several months’ time,” Lucifer continued. “When we had that incident at the pier where she and I ended up down on the beach, I cut a hole in the fabric of reality and then sent Mum off to her own universe so that she would not hurt anyone I care about here.”

“Another universe? How?”

“My sister Azrael’s blade. Vicious thing, actually. It has a rather nasty habit of causing humans to murder one another. It was the murder weapon in all those violent stabbings.”

“It was responsible for that? We have to get that thing away from people!”

“Detective, it’s a moot point now. I split it up between universes, so it can’t happen again. This universe is safe from her vindictive nature. Mum set it loose amongst humanity to try to get Dear Old Dad’s attention, not that it did any good.”

“Your Mom was responsible for all those deaths?”

“Sorry, but yes,” Lucifer replied. “I put a stop to all of it as quickly as I was able.”

“There’s that, I suppose, but I’m not happy about all those innocent people dying.”

“I did what I could, Detective. I wish I could have kept it from happening in the first place, but Mum was intent upon getting my Father’s attention by any means possible, and she has always resented his creation of and fascination with this universe.”

“So then the Charlotte Richards who was murdered by Cain wasn’t your Mom?”

“No, she wasn’t, but when she was murdered the first time, her soul went to Hell.”

“Wait, what?”

“Before she died the first time, Charlotte Richards, as you may recall, was not the most honest human on the planet, so when she died, her soul went to Hell. Once she returned to life, she knew she didn’t want to go back there, so she turned her life around completely. I was really rather impressed.”

“She did? So, when she died, did she go back to Hell?”

“Actually, my brother decided she needed to go to Heaven, so he took her there himself,” Lucifer said. “He got his wings back to make it happen, too. I was quite happy for him.”

“He could do that?”

“With his wings, he can go anywhere he likes.”

“That wasn’t what I meant, Lucifer, but why did Cain kill Charlotte in the first place? What did he have against her?”

“Chloe, Cain had intended to kill my angelic brother in an attempt to get Dad to return his mark to make him immortal once again, but dear Charlotte jumped in front of him at the very moment Cain fired his gun and she took the fatal shot herself,” Lucifer explained further. “As far as I am concerned, she deserves all the good things she can get in the Silver City, and more.”

“So she sacrificed herself for him,” Chloe stated. “I wish I had been kinder to her. Wait—you have a sister?”

“I have many sisters and many brothers.”

“How many?”

“You know, I’m not really sure how many there are now.”


“A few years ago, one of my brothers died.”

“Died? How do you kill an angel?”

“Azrael’s blade,” he said, his expression stricken.

“What happened, Lucifer?”

“I had to kill my brother, Uriel.”

“Kill him? Why?”

“He was going to kill you if I didn’t kill him, first.”

“You killed someone else?”

“Detective, he was going to kill you and destroy my Mum. I had absolutely no choice in the matter.”

“You killed someone for me.”

“And I’ve said before, I’d do it again, and again.”

“But it was your brother!”

“Detective, I couldn’t let him do that,” Lucifer stated, his grief plain on his face. “It wouldn’t have mattered who it was who tried.”

“I’m sorry, Lucifer, I really am,” she told him, placing a hand on his arm and squeezing gently.

“It’s all right, Detective,” he said. “I’ve reconciled myself to it, although there were a few moments there when I nearly got myself trapped in my own little Hell, when I went down there to save you and blundered into a chamber there. Mum’s the one who pulled me out—well, at first, but then I had to pull her out.”

“All these things going on and I had absolutely no clue. I can’t believe it,” Chloe breathed.

“Do you regret knowing all of this?”

Chloe put a hand to Lucifer’s cheek.

“Never, Lucifer,” she said with a soft smile. “I just wish I could have known earlier. I suspect that if I had seen your wings first, I probably wouldn’t have freaked out so badly.”

“You’re probably right, but hindsight is 20-20, after all,” he chuckled.

“Do you realize that I saw your brother’s wings before I even saw yours?”

“My angel wings, anyway. You saw my Devil wings.”

“You implied that you hadn’t ever gone all Devil form before,” she said. “Or am I mistaken?”

“You’re exactly right, Detective. That’s what frightened me so very much. I didn’t know what was going on.”

Chloe shook her head and leaned forward to hug Lucifer.

“As I told you that night, and times since then, it doesn’t frighten me anymore,” she said. “I know that whatever you look like, it’s still you and I know that you love me at least as much as I love you.”

“You’re a very strong woman, when it comes down to it, Chloe.”

“Probably something to do with the things that happened while I was younger. Maybe, if my Dad had lived, I might not have even have become a cop,” she suggested. “Maybe I would have remained an actress.”

“You were amazing in Hot Tub High School, but then, there’s every chance we may never have met.”

“Now that just proves that I took the right path, Lucifer,” she asserted. “We probably would never have met otherwise.”

A rumble from outside distracted them both.

“Did you hear laughter?”

“No, why?”

“Never mind.”

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