-Universe 666:
The Los Angeles skyline glittered beneath the California sun, a stark contrast to the shadows that had once been Lucifer Morningstar's domain.
From the balcony of his penthouse above Lux, the fallen archangel gazed down at the city he had claimed as his own, a tumbler of expensive whiskey dangling from his elegant fingers.
"Five years, Luci," Amenadiel's deep voice resonated from behind him. "Five years you've been playing this game. It's time to return to Hell."
Lucifer didn't bother turning around. He took a deliberate sip of his whiskey, savoring the burn as it slid down his throat. "You know, brother, your conversational skills could use some work, you're using the same starters as last time.
Perhaps start with 'Hello' or 'How are you?' before launching into demands."
Amenadiel moved to stand beside him, his powerful frame tense with barely contained frustration.
Unlike his older brother (Lucifer and Michael are the oldest), he wore no tailored suit or designer shoes - just simple, practical clothing that somehow still managed to look out of place in the modern world.
"This isn't a social call," Amenadiel said, "Hell needs its king."
"Hell can wait," Lucifer replied dismissively. "It's been getting along just fine without me. The souls aren't going anywhere, and the demons..." He paused, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Well, Maze keeps the more adventurous ones in line."
At the mention of the demon, Amenadiel's expression darkened further. "Your relationship with that demon is another matter entirely. You allow her liberties no Lord of Hell should permit."
Lucifer's eyes flashed red for a brief moment - a glimpse of the hellfire that burned eternally within him despite his current form. "Careful, brother. What I allow Maze is none of your concern. She is mine to do with as I please, and I don't recall asking for your opinion on the matter."
The possessive edge in his voice was unmistakable. For all his casual demeanor and seemingly human concerns, there were moments when the ancient, primordial being beneath the charming exterior revealed itself.
Amenadiel held his gaze for a long moment before looking away. "That's not why I'm here today."
"Oh?" Lucifer raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued despite himself. "Do tell. What has our dear old Dad done now to warrant a personal visit?"
"It's not Father," Amenadiel said, his voice uncharacteristically hesitant. "It's... Samael."
The name hung in the air between them. Lucifer's expression hardened, his casual demeanor evaporating like morning mist.
"Do not," he said, his voice dangerously soft, "call me by that name."
"I'm not referring to you," Amenadiel clarified quickly. "I'm referring to our new brother. The new Lightbringer."
Lucifer stilled, his glass halfway to his lips. "Ah, yes. Daddy's latest project. What has the little upstart done now?"
"He destroyed the Palace of God," Amenadiel said, the words coming out in a rush of disbelief. "Completely obliterated it. The entire Host is in an uproar."
Lucifer's lips twitched, a flicker of genuine amusement crossing his features. "Did he now? How delightfully unexpected."
"This isn't a joke, Lucifer!" Amenadiel's voice rose, his composure slipping. "The Palace was the center of Heaven, the seat of divine power. Its destruction has sent shockwaves through all realms of Creation."
"Yes, I'm aware," Lucifer replied dryly. "Contrary to what you might believe, brother, I'm not deaf to angel radio. I heard the celestial panic quite clearly." He took another sip of his whiskey.
"Rather impressive for the new boy, I must say. I never thought to simply blow up Dad's house."
Amenadiel stared at him in disbelief. "You're proud of him? This isn't a game, Lucifer. This is serious.
Father created a new Lightbringer, gave him your old title, your old... function. And the first thing he does is destroy the Palace? Don't you see the implications?"
Lucifer turned fully to face his brother,. "I see them perfectly well. Dad tried to replace me with a newer model, and it seems the replacement isn't quite as obedient as He hoped. Rather poetic, wouldn't you say?"
"This could lead to another Rebellion," Amenadiel said gravely. "Heaven is divided. Some angels want to destroy Samael before he gains more power. Others want to welcome him, to give him your old position in the Fifth Heaven. And some..." He hesitated.
"Some what?" Lucifer prompted, genuinely curious now.
"Some think he might be more powerful than you ever were," Amenadiel admitted reluctantly. "They say he confronted the Spectre and defeated him effortlessly. They say his light burns colder, more intensely. They say he's... different."
Something flickered in Lucifer's eyes - not jealousy, precisely, but a complex emotion that might have been interest mingled with wariness. "Different how?"
"He was human first," Amenadiel explained. "A human soul transformed into an archangel. No one knows how Father did it, or why. But it means he understands humanity in a way none of us ever could. He feels things... differently."
Lucifer scoffed, though there was less conviction in it than usual. "Feelings. How terribly inconvenient for him."
"You should take this seriously," Amenadiel insisted. "If he's truly rebelling against Father-"
"Then good for him," Lucifer interrupted sharply. "Perhaps he'll succeed where I failed."
"Or perhaps he'll bring down all of Creation in the attempt," Amenadiel countered. "You need to talk to him, Lucifer. As the original Lightbringer, you might be the only one he would listen to. The only one who understands the consequences, that can show him."
Lucifer laughed, a sound devoid of humor. "Me? Counsel the replacement Dad created after I disappointed Him? I think not."
"This isn't about your pride-"
"It's always about pride, brother," Lucifer cut in. "The first sin, remember? The one that got me kicked out of the Silver City and condemned to rule Hell for eternity."
He glanced at his watch, an unnecessarily human gesture. "Speaking of which, I have an appointment with Dr. Linda. As fascinating as this family drama is, I'm afraid I must cut our little chat short."
"Lucifer-"
"We're done here," Lucifer said with finality, setting down his glass and straightening his cuffs. "Feel free to let yourself out. Or stay and have a drink. Amenadiel loosening up - now that would be a miracle worthy of Dad's attention."
Without waiting for a response, Lucifer strode toward the elevator, leaving his brother standing alone on the balcony, frustration etched across his ancient features.
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Dr. Linda Martin's office was a calm, peaceful, with comfortable furniture designed to put patients at ease.
For Lucifer, it had become one of the few places where he felt he could speak freely - even if the good doctor insisted on interpreting his literal truths as elaborate metaphors.
"So," Linda began, her notepad balanced on her knee as she regarded her most unusual patient. "You mentioned on the phone that something was bothering you. Something about family?"
Lucifer, sprawled elegantly on her couch, sighed dramatically. "Family. Such a tedious concept, isn't it? Forced association based purely on genetic coincidence - or in my case, divine creation."
Linda nodded encouragingly. "Many people find family relationships challenging. What specific aspect is troubling you right now?"
"I've recently discovered I have a new brother," Lucifer said, surprising himself with his directness. Usually, he preferred to dance around topics, to make Linda work for her insights. But something about this situation felt different, more pressing.
"A new brother?" Linda repeated, her professional demeanor slipping slightly to reveal genuine surprise. "I thought you said your family was... complete."
"Yes, well, it seems Dad had other ideas," Lucifer replied, a bitter edge creeping into his voice. "He created a new son. And not just any son - a replacement for me. Gave him my old name, my old job title, the whole celestial package."
Linda's pen paused above her notepad. "Your father named your new brother after you? That's... unusual."
"Samael," Lucifer clarified, the name tasting strange on his tongue after so long avoiding it. "My name before I became Lucifer. The name I abandoned when I rebelled."
"I see," Linda said carefully, reading between the lines as she always did. "And how does that make you feel? Having your father give your original name to a new child?"
Lucifer opened his mouth to deliver a flippant response, then closed it again. This was why he came to Linda, after all - to understand these human emotions that continued to plague him despite his best efforts.
"I'm not entirely sure," he admitted. "Angry, certainly. Insulted, obviously. But also..." He trailed off, searching for the right word.
"Replaced?" Linda suggested gently.
Lucifer's eyes snapped to hers. "I chose to leave," he said firmly. "I wasn't replaced; I abdicated. There's a difference."
"Of course," Linda agreed smoothly. "But emotionally, it might still feel like replacement. Like your father is trying to create a new version of you that might succeed where he felt you... didn't meet his expectations."
Lucifer was silent for a long moment, his fingers drumming restlessly against the arm of the couch. "The most irritating thing," he finally said, "is that the little upstart seems to be following in my footsteps despite Dad's obvious intentions. He's already caused quite the celestial scandal."
"Oh?" Linda leaned forward slightly, her interest piqued. "What did he do?"
"He destroyed our Father's house," Lucifer said, unable to keep a note of pride from his voice. "Blew it up in a fit of divine temper, apparently. Quite the statement."
Linda blinked, processing this through her metaphorical filter. "Your brother... destroyed your father's house? Literally demolished it?"
"The Palace of God, yes," Lucifer confirmed casually. "Center of Heaven, seat of divine power, et cetera. Reduced to cosmic rubble." He grinned. "I must say, it's rather refreshing to not be the only child disappointing Dad these days."
Linda set down her pen, focusing fully on Lucifer. "It sounds like you feel a certain... kinship with this new brother, despite the circumstances of his creation."
Lucifer's grin faded. "I wouldn't go that far."
"But you admire his rebellion," Linda pressed. "His willingness to stand up to your father, even though that's exactly what caused your own... falling out with the family."
"It's different," Lucifer insisted. "My rebellion was about principle - free will, self-determination. From what Amenadiel says, this was just a temper tantrum because Dad wouldn't give him what he wanted."
"And what did he want?"
Lucifer waved a hand dismissively. "Something about his vessel - his human body. Apparently, it can't properly contain his power. He wanted Dad to make him a new one."
"His human body," Linda repeated slowly. "So this brother of yours... was human first?"
"Yes, that's the truly bizarre part," Lucifer said, leaning forward. "He was a human soul that Dad somehow transformed into an archangel. No one knows how or why He did it. It's unprecedented."
Linda's expression was thoughtful. "So your father took someone who was already formed - who had their own identity, their own experiences - and made them into something else entirely. Something like you, but with a human perspective."
"I suppose that's one way of looking at it," Lucifer conceded.
"And now this person, who never asked to be transformed, is struggling with the consequences," Linda continued. "His body can't handle what he's become, and when he asked your father for help, he was refused."
Lucifer's brow furrowed. "You're making it sound as if I should sympathize with him."
"I'm not suggesting anything," Linda said with practiced neutrality. "I'm just trying to understand the situation. It seems like this new brother of yours is in a difficult position - caught between what he was and what he's been made into."
Lucifer fell silent, considering this perspective. It hadn't occurred to him to view Samael as a victim of their Father's manipulation rather than a willing replacement.
"Amenadiel wants me to meet him," he said finally. "To talk to him. Guide him, I suppose, though the irony of me providing moral guidance to anyone is rather rich."
"And do you want to meet him?" Linda asked.
Lucifer's immediate instinct was to say no, to reject any connection to this divine usurper. But something held him back - curiosity, perhaps, or a strange sense of responsibility he wasn't ready to acknowledge.
"I don't know," he admitted. "Part of me wants to see what Dad has created - this human-turned-archangel who bears my old name and title. Part of me wants nothing to do with any of it."
Linda nodded, her expression understanding. "It's a complicated situation. There's no right or wrong answer here, Lucifer. But I would encourage you to consider what you might gain from such a meeting, beyond satisfying mere curiosity."
"What do you mean?"
"Well," Linda said carefully, "this is someone who shares a unique connection with you - not just as a brother, but as someone who has been given the same role, the same... cosmic function.
He might understand aspects of your experience that no one else could. And you might understand his struggles in a way no one else can."
Lucifer scoffed, but there was less conviction behind it than usual. "I doubt we have much in common beyond an absent Father with control issues."
"Maybe," Linda conceded. "But wouldn't it be interesting to find out?"
The question hung in the air between them as Lucifer fell silent, genuinely considering the possibility for the first time.
What would it be like to meet this new Lightbringer? This human soul transformed into something divine? This being who, like himself, had already defied their Father's expectations?
The session continued, touching on other topics - his ongoing fascination with Detective Decker, his complex relationship with Maze, his frustrations with human bureaucracy.
But the question lingered in the back of his mind, a persistent whisper that refused to be silenced.
As their time drew to a close, Linda set down her notepad. "Same time next week?"
"Of course, Doctor," Lucifer replied, rising to his feet with fluid grace. "Your insights, as always, are worth every exorbitant penny."
Linda smiled, used to his backhanded compliments. "Before you go, Lucifer... about your brother.
Whatever you decide, remember that meeting him doesn't mean you're accepting your father's decision. It doesn't mean you're condoning what happened. It just means you're making a choice - exercising your free will."
Lucifer paused, his hand on the doorknob. "Clever, Doctor. Using my own principles against me."
"Not against you," Linda corrected gently. "For you. There's a difference."
Lucifer nodded, a rare moment of genuine acknowledgment. "Until next week, then."
As he stepped out of Linda's office and into the hallway, Lucifer found his thoughts circling back to the new Lightbringer. Samael. His replacement. His successor. His brother.
Perhaps it was time they met.
Perhaps it was time to see exactly what his Father had created in his absence - and whether this new Lightbringer might prove to be an ally rather than a rival in the eternal game between him and Dad.
After all, anyone who had the audacity to destroy the Palace of God might be worth knowing.
Though for now, he'll think about it a bit more while he continues helping the Detective with her cases.
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(Author note: Hello everyone! So, Lucifer's contemplating meeting Samael, do tell me what you think of that.
Also, how did you find him this chapter, I'm trying to have him be a mix of the comic and show version, hope its working.
Well, I hope to see you all later,
Bye!)