Eons Later
The city buzzed below like a restless animal—lights blinking, horns blaring, sirens humming somewhere in the distance. The air was thick with the heat of electricity and exhaust, tinted orange by the last traces of twilight. Neon signs flickered like dying stars. From up high, the chaos felt far away.
Two figures stood on the edge of a tall skyscraper, hidden in the shadows of the night. The wind tugged at their coats, cool and steady, like a breath before a storm.
Lucifer Morningstar stood with his back half-turned to the city, one hand in his pocket, the other resting on the ledge beside him. His black suit was sharp, clean as always. His black hair moved slightly in the breeze, and his black eyes—deep, unreadable—were fixed on the horizon. He looked calm, almost bored, but something in the way his jaw clenched every few seconds said otherwise.
Amenadiel stood a few feet away, arms crossed, staring straight at his brother. He wore a long, simple coat that moved just slightly with the wind. His eyes were hard, alert, and his stance was stiff—like he knew something was wrong but wasn't ready to hear it yet.
"You're quiet," Amenadiel said, voice low.
Lucifer didn't look at him. "I'm just… thinking."
"That usually means trouble."
Lucifer smirked, but it didn't last. The smile faded too fast, like it had cracked on the way out.
"You're not wrong," he muttered.
Amenadiel's eyes narrowed. "Talk."
Lucifer pushed off the ledge, standing fully now, facing him. The city lights cast shadows across his face, but even in the dark, the tension in his features was clear. He looked… tired. Not physically. Just worn, like something had finally caught up to him.
"They're out," he said.
Amenadiel blinked. "Who?"
Lucifer's eyes flicked up, locked onto his brother's. "The ones we locked away. The ones we said we'd never speak of again."
Amenadiel didn't move, but something in his face shifted—like a cold draft had just passed through him.
"You're lying."
Lucifer shook his head slowly. "I wish I was."
For a moment, there was only the sound of the wind and the faint hum of the city below.
"How?" Amenadiel asked.
Lucifer exhaled. "I don't know yet. But there's more."
Amenadiel's fists clenched. "What?"
Before Lucifer could speak, there was a soft metallic ding behind them. The sound of an elevator arriving.
They both turned. The rooftop access door slid open.
And out stepped someone that made Amenadiel's heart stop.
It was… Lucifer.
Or at least, it looked like him.
Same face. Same sharp jawline. Same black eyes. Same hair. Even the way he moved—lazy, confident, like he owned the world—was the same.
But it wasn't him. Not really.
This one wore white. A clean, tailored white suit. No tie. Shirt unbuttoned at the collar. His black hair was messier, a little wild. And his smile… it wasn't the charming kind. It was sharp, playful, and dangerous.
Lucifer didn't move. His eyes narrowed.
Amenadiel's voice was tight. "Sariel."
The figure in white stepped forward casually, hands in his pockets. He looked like he was walking into a bar, not facing his two oldest brothers after eons.
"Hey, boys," he said, smiling. "Miss me?"
Amenadiel stepped forward. His voice was hard. "You're supposed to be gone."
Sariel tilted his head, fake-pouting. "Aw, that's not how you welcome family. I've been gone forever."
Lucifer's eyes stayed locked on him. No words. Just pure, boiling silence.
Sariel turned to face him.
Seeing them side by side was unsettling—like looking at two versions of the same person, split down the middle. Black suit. White suit. Two faces, identical. But where Lucifer's eyes held weight, experience, restraint… Sariel's gleamed with chaos barely hidden beneath the surface.
"You look good," Sariel said. "Older. Tired. I like it."
Lucifer finally spoke. "You shouldn't be here."
Sariel shrugged. "And yet… here I am."
Amenadiel stepped between them. "How did you escape?"
Sariel's smile widened. "Oh, I didn't break out. Someone opened the door for me."
Lucifer tensed. "Who?"
Sariel's smile turned crooked. "You're not going to like the answer."
"Say it."
Sariel leaned in slightly, just enough to lower his voice to a whisper that still carried across the rooftop.
"Mom."
Amenadiel's breath caught. Lucifer's hands curled into fists.
Sariel stepped back, laughing softly. "She's awake. And very unhappy."
Lucifer took a slow step forward. "You're lying."
Sariel's grin vanished. His expression darkened just enough to send a chill through the air.
"I never lie about her," he said quietly.
Amenadiel looked between them. "Why now? After everything, why come back?"
Sariel smirked. "Because I was bored. Because you forgot me. Because the world's gotten too quiet. And maybe…" He paused, eyes glinting. "Maybe it's time I had some fun."
Lucifer's voice cut in, cold and sharp. "What kind of fun?"
Sariel looked him dead in the eyes. Same face. Same eyes. But the intent behind them couldn't have been more different.
"The kind that wakes up the gods you tried to bury. The kind that tears the rules apart. The kind that brings the end of one story… and the beginning of mine."
Amenadiel moved, wings flickering just under his skin, his whole body tensed to strike. "We won't let you."
Sariel smiled wide again, stepping back toward the elevator. "Oh, you will. You just don't know it yet."
The elevator doors opened. He stepped inside slowly, turning just before they shut.
He looked at Lucifer—his twin in every way but spirit—and said, "I'll be seeing you soon, brother."
Then the doors closed with a soft chime, and he was gone.
Lucifer stood there, silent.
Amenadiel looked at him. "What do we do?"
Lucifer didn't answer right away. His black eyes were still on the door.
When he finally spoke, his voice was quiet.
"We find Mom."