Netflix has, sadly, given me nothing new to play with so I'm once again ,left to my own devices. Here we go. I don't own it. You know that. I'm just playing with these characters. XoxoGina

Drowning. He was drowning as he was sucked into the bowels of hell. The underground kingdom he was once the caretaker of, was now his home and Amenadiel wasn't sure what was in store there. He was pretty sure he left behind some pissed off demons. Now that he was just another denizen, they would take immense pleasure in bringing him humiliating pain.

When he hit bottom, Amenadiel stood and brushed himself off. He looked around for the markers that would tell him where he was. No demon greeted him to lead him to his spot for eternal torture. This was a good sign. He supposed Father sent him here to take Lucifer's place once again. The favorite son had wormed his way back into Father's good graces and used Father's own pet humans to do it.

Suddenly the music filled the hall. It was his girl, T-swizzle. Bad blood. That was his jam. He had once called a radio station and dedicated the song to Lucifer. Amenadiel snapped his fingers to the beat and twisted his hips in time with the song, the song meant to torture the residents in their eternal damnation.

"Amenadiel, how gracious of you to join me", Cain said, stepping from the shadows, just out of Amenadiel's line of sight.

"What the hell are you doing here, in my kingdom?"

Cain shook his head. The only thing Amenadiel was king of, was false outrage. Maybe it was time for the fallen angel to be put in his place. Cain smirked as the meat hooks dropped from the ceiling, catching Meanie by his angelic anus.

"Who's kingdom?", Can asked stroking his chin as Amenadiel screamed, the sound a mix of shock, surprise and pure terror.

The chains spun, taking Amenadiel with them, "Very well, your kingdom, it's your kingdom. Remove this infernal hook from my backside, at once!"

Cain smugly stared at God's once fierce warrior, "Only if you answer one question for me."

Amenadiel's face contorted in rage and pain, "I don't answer to you for anything!"

"Well, you kind of do but since you're...well, you, I guess we can have some fun first, then talk", Cain told him, ever so casually as two more hooks inched down, catching the former angel by the soles of his now bare feet.

Screams filled the empty hall, echoing off the walls. Cain wrinkled his nose in disgust. He was going to have to do some major redecorating around him. With his hands in his pockets, he strolled away from the screaming angel to survey his new home.

Joshua was far too calm and Lucifer did not appreciate the look on his father's face as he tried to get Chloe to wake up. Damn these bloody wings and their maker. "Chloe, come on, love, wake up. Nothing but a bit of tendon and feathers. Wakey, wakey and all that."

Joshua put his hand on Lucifer's shoulder, "Move son. I'll fix her."

Lucifer glared at his father, "I think you've done quite enough. Leave Chloe to me."

Joshua grinned and shook his head. His son was a stubborn one, he'd give him that. "Tell ya what, let me help her, we get the show on the road and wham, bam, I'm a granddad...or I change her name to Mary."

"You wouldn't!", Lucifer yelled, challenging his father yet again.

Trixie, tired of waiting for a sibling, yelled from the other room, "Do it, Joshua, do it.!"

"Bloody hell, the whole damn world is against me"

Chloe was walking through a sunny, green valley. She knew she was dreaming, but it was still very beautiful. Those wings of his, those damn, gorgeous, magical wings, did this to her.

"Greetings, Chloe Decker", came a voice from a body she couldn't see.

Chloe was sure she had been all alone in her dream world. No one was supposed to be here. She couldn't tell if it was a male or female speaking to her. Their voice sounded like music.

Chloe, suddenly nervous, her police training taking over, "Who's there? Come out with your hands raised and let me see you, right now."

She could hear the smirk and smugness in the being's voice. Chloe caught a slight movement out of the corner of her eye as her ears filled with the lilting voice, "As you wish." A man materialized in front of her.

"Who are you and what do you want?", Chloe questioned in her best LAPD voice.

"Some call me the Christ, some call me the Nazarene. You may call me Jesus."