Hi! This takes place after Season 1 Episode 6 'Favorite Son' - (When Lucifer finds his storage crate has been stolen and his angel wings have gone missing) I just took what I thought may happen next/ what was on my mind. Enjoy! -Sio

Summary: Following 1x06 Lucifer gets yet another visit from Armenadiel, but this time with a clear threat that if he doesn't return to hell God's wrath will come for him. Soon after he goes missing. Will Chloe find him? Will Lucifer come to grips with his identity? (Rated T, mild injury/cursing)-Angst

Timed slowed.

Lucifer groaned finding this occurrence happening more frequently as of late and even more annoying. Slamming his hands on the piano keys in rage he turned to face Armenadiel.

His brother angel stood at the opposite end of Lux slowly striding past the intoxicated humans and deviants that still occupied the club so late into the night. Candidly to any normal being, it would be early in the morning. As usual, his face worn no expression- a mask of stone. However his hands were fists at his side. He meant business. Which Lucifer detested even more.

Lucifer scowled standing from the piano bench and downing the remainder of bitter vodka that wet his glass before shattering it upon the ground.

Armenadiel didn't even flinch.

"What is it this time brother? What can you possibly say to drag my arse back down the stairs? These interruptions I admit have become exceptionally irritating, and let's not forget boring."

Armenadiel did not seem to care and began speaking in a stern tone, "I have warned you Lucifer, after all this time. Our father has sent a message of utmost priority. Your immediate return to Hell. Priority one."

The devil felt his grin falter. His father had finally stepped forward and ordered his little soldiers to come retrieve him. Took him long enough. His brother crossed his arms, "If only you came quietly maybe something could have been worked out", the angels' wings flared out a bit.

"Are you threatening me? Do not forget where your powers lie! I am far more powerful than a lowly seraph such as yourself!", Lucifers eyes flared red, standing tall to Armenadiel. The angel seemed panicked for a moment but quickly went blank, "I have come to warn you one final time. You seem to think your little vacation would go unnoticed. But in fact the balances of the heavens are already shifting, without it, innocents will die."

"Once again… boring!", Lucifer shouted starting to walk away.

Armenadiel flapped his wings appearing in front of Lucifer, very much angry, "Hell is your eternal punishment! You BELONG in Hell and will stay there until the Lord deems you fit for heaven. If that day should ever come."

Lucifer roared bringing his powers forward striking Armenadiel and throwing him backward toward the piano watching as it splintered and broke, leaving the Grand piano no more than a pile of wood and strings. The angel's eyes went wide going to a small wound on his side that leaked golden blood. Lucifer was furious, starting to stalk toward the fallen angel only to find him out of reach. Armenadiel had taken flight, hovering above him.

"Do not forget you are not unchallenged in power. This was your final chance Sammael. There is no running from this."

And he was gone.

Lucifer ran a hand through his black hair, assessing the damage as the world went back to full motion. A few patrons were confused but luckily too drugged and/or intoxicated to question the sudden appearance of the broken piano.

Instead, he heard the familiar heels of Mazikeen clinking toward him.

"What happened?", she questioned furiously eyeing the piano and then her master, "Who was it?"
Lucifer sighed, "Armenadiel again. And he really wasn't pleased. Someone stuck a stick up that blokes-

"Lucifer!" Maze interrupted, "What did he say?"

"The usual. Return to hell blah blah blah…", the King of Hell said pouring himself another drink from behind the bar rolling his eyes at Maze's obvious distress.

"Don't worry my dear, its only been Armenadiel thus far and I doubt any other of my brothers will come down from their pedestal just to give me a pep talk", Lucifer frowning finding the bottle of liquor he was draining empty.

Maze nodded tapping his long nails on the bar table, "If I can speak freely, then maybe we should?"

Lucifer cocked his head, "Should what Mazey?"

"Return to Hell."

Lucifer clenched his drink so hard you'd think it would have shattered before staring daggers at his demonic associate, "Is that what you want?"

The devil looked at Maze hard before continuing, "You do? I know you want to go back. You want to be stuck in that pit of despair, tortured by the knowledge that every single waking moment of your endless existence will be filled with screams of despair."

He turned grasping the table beside him, "Do you remember the moans. The moans of the monstrous wretches that I was obliged to raise a hand to each and every day. And the crushing awareness that above you is a place of endless pleasantries to which you were prohibited to ever set foot in?"

"I didn't mean-

"I'm not finished Mazekeen! Because that's not even the lick of it. What gnaws at my very being is that I will be known as the symbol of evil for eons to come. The devil, who stands for all that's sinful. I never chose this! I wanted more than this!"

Lucifer gripped her wrist, "You are bound to me! Do not forget your place."

Lux had gone silent. The patrons remaining were now filling out, the few that stayed were now cowering on the ground.

"See! Even I am feared here!" the devil proclaimed walking away.

"I will follow you, for all eternity! But it's our home! We don't belong on this plane" , Maze protested ignoring the patrons and following her master to the back of the club.

"I have no home", he whispered before looking at Mazekeen with such raw anger she had to take a step back.

She watched as he left the club. Slamming the door to Lux. She wondered for a moment where he could possibly go, if she should follow, but for a moment she didn't care. Lucifer wasn't the being she had come to know for all these eons. He was changed. And she would hold no sympathy for the devil.

...

Lucifer walked along the streets of Los Angeles. The city of Angels. Grateful that it was so very early this Sunday morning that few humans lurked on the sidewalks of this often jam-packed city.

He didn't know where he was going, yet he kept walking. For a brief moment he thought of following the lead on his stolen wings but he couldn't help but not care. The wings were part of him eons ago, when he was still an angel of heaven.

Lucifer remembered the pain of landing in the once foreign land of hell. Then it was so empty. The air was so thick poisons, fire and sharp stone was around every corner. It was no place for wings.

Mazekeen was the one he trusted to do what needed to be done. To rid him of the useless burden upon his body. A representation of what he used to be. What he never will be again.

A crackling in the wind brought his attention forth. Looking up to the sky he felt a single drop trickle down his face as the sky opened up into pouring rain. Not bothering to find cover he kept forward. Letting the LA polluted rain soak through his rich Italian made blazer.

A few minutes later, lightning struck through the air.

Then again, but this time he stopped watching as it struck some unknown point on this plane. There was no point in going further. He was in no conquest for a drink because no amount of drugs or bounties of curvaceous women could remedy his misery.

He sat down on the side of the road realizing he had walked quite a distance in the short time.

"What is it your truly desire Lucifer?"

I don't know if I'm going to continue with this. I have another chapter already written, so I'll probably post that at least. Thanks for reading!

-Sio

**(Also if you mention spelling or grammatical errors in the reviews I will certainly correct it! I'm all for writing properly :) Thanks!)