The prison cell looked exactly the same when Pitch left it ten years ago. John roughly tossed him into the cell and jolted the door with a bang, a grin passing the archangel’s face. John smiled up at Pitch and said, “If it was me who ran the imperial army of the angels, I would have you been slaughtered now.”

Pitch growled back, “I guess that’s why you aren’t the leader of the—” he did an awful mimicking impersonating of John, “’ imperial army’.” He quoted the last two words from his fingers and slumped back on the bed

John hissed a breath at him and Daniel grabbed the archangel’s shoulder, “Let’s go.” He then smiled gently at Kate, “You did a great job.”

Kate, who was remaining silent, blushed, “Aw, thank you. I thought for sure that I would fail this mission,” she shook her head in almost disbelief for completing the task.

John patted her back lightly, “Anyone who has you on the job will know that the mission at hand will get done.”

Kate went pinker, “Too kind, John.”

John shrugged and turned to Pitch, in a snarling tone, “We are going to need to have someone keep a watchful eye on you. We need guard posts. Someone good.” He motioned his head to have the rest of them follow him, “I’ll find an angel to keep an eye on him.”

Pitch lifted his handcuffed hands, “Um, hello? Can you please take this off?”

Kate couldn’t help but have bitter emotions rise, “You created this hellish mess in one of the most important banks in the world,” she lifted her chin in disgust, “Killed innocent magical people, and was going to take one of our heroes as a hostage. And escape from Michael’s execution? That is the worst crime.” She gave a questioning look at Pitch, “You are, Thomas Pitch, right?”

Pitch smirked, “Yes, idiot.”

John did a deep frown, “Don’t call her that. She is the heir of the line of the imperial army. You treat her better than you treat yourself, understand, Mr. Pitch?”

Pitch rolled his mascaraed eyes, “I highly doubt Michael is going to die anytime soon. If he does, I will celebrate as I did on my five hundredth birthday.”

John banged his fist on the glass, “You dare speak to Michael like that?”

Daniel muttered underneath his breath, “As you do better, John? Let’s go before you humiliate yourself anymore.”

John crossed his broad shoulders, his body features were so much like the Archangel’s, “And how did I humiliate myself?”

Daniel gave him a blank, bored expression and shrugged, ‘Hmm, I don’t know, maybe stating to you that Michael should kill his daughter? You know, Michael doesn’t hide things from me. And I can’t believe you would disrespect our leader like that.”

John went flustered and was about to give an outburst.

Daniel pointed his finger up and shook it, “I thought Michael warned you not to say blasphemy about his daughter if I’m correct. I would,” he let a smirk, “Hate you to lose your position, saying that.”

Kate stood between the angels, perplexed, “Do you guys have to fight here?”

John gave an outraged snare and stormed out of the confined room.

“Did you have to say that to him?” groaned Kate, shaking her head.

Daniel snapped back, “I do not tolerate disrespect from our leader.” He did a slide glance at Pitch’s interesting face, “What are you thinking about, warlock?”

Pitch casual shrugged and leaned back, “Just eavesdropping. I do like drama.”

Danie went out of the room, not liking how this ordeal was becoming.

Kate followed suit and quickly looked back at Pitch. She stepped out of the room and let the double metal, the magical-proof door sealed close, leaving Pitch alone in the darkness.

“Chocolate or vanilla?” asked Sara as she walked down the afternoon in San Francisco. Her ankle boots clicked against the cracked pavements of the sidewalks and her hair blew gently behind her as the day started to cool off.

Lucifer licked his double-espresso, mint ice cream, “Definitely chocolate.”

Sara took a bite of her ice cream, “You seemed like a chocolate guy. I like vanilla. The vanilla bean flavor gives it an earthy taste I personally think.” Timothy had decided to stay and help with Michael and was going to ask a few questions around if anyone knew...anything. Any information would be helpful concerning Pitch.

Lucifer nodded in agreement. He was a little surprised that Sara seemed nonchalant about him. She headed to one of the popular ice creams in the city when they left the bank in a quiet mood, her cloak hiding her from the world. But her hood was down, revealing before him skin that was a little too white for Lucifer’s like. Is she a vampire? That would explain why she is so light on her feet. But vampires can’t be in the day...unless drinking that potion. The day-lighter potion, it was called, and expensive to get: If she’s Michael’s daughter, shouldn’t be hard though. When she talked, he looked to see any fangs, but she had nice sharp canines and perfect teeth that reminded him of his teeth.

So, Lucifer concluded she wasn’t a vampire. Then why is she white? She wasn’t the type of person to dose her skin in white powder or makeup.

“You’re staring at me,” muttered Sara, slowly pulling down her hood in an uncomfortable tone. She tugged on the bottom of the hood, glancing at his gazing.

“Your skin tone is frightening white.” He didn’t want to add, not in an attractive way. But, why should he bother to be nice to her? Aye yes, to get information about the sword and how she became Michael’s daughter. Lucifer wondered if he should think of Sara other than someone’s person. He knew he wouldn’t like being called: God’s fallen son.

“Um,” Sara said almost hoarsely, “Yeah, had it for a while. Anything else you would like to comment on while you are at it?” She bit down her waffle cone almost too harshly.

Lucifer stared at her whole, “Why are you Michael’s daughter?”

He studied her closely as she froze her chewing and her eyes darted away from him. Sara hugged herself tightly with her other hand. Then she glanced at him with a frown, doing a nervous chuckle, “That’s such a boring question. Everyone always asks me that.” She tried to tease him, but her voice was rough in a manner that Lucifer wanted to press even further.

However, the Devil had a feeling that this wasn’t the time or place to bring the subject up. If he was correct, this subject was a sensitive topic to talk about, so he asked, finishing his treat, “Why are you so comfortable around me?”

Sara swallowed her last reminder of the ice cream, “I was hungry and felt like having sugar.”

She didn’t answer my question. “I could tear you limb to limb if I wanted to,” he said, flatly. He knew he had turned off the switch of being nice to each other

Sara gazed at him and laughed dryly. Actually laughed at him, “Oh, Mr. Morning-star, I’ve read books on how you respond to other people’s fears. You crave it. You are a selfish bitch and I could care less about you.” She whirled her back to him as she set off, surprising Lucifer a little with such an abrupt change in her personality, but he knew better.

Lucifer bit down his cheeks. So she was that kind of person. He clutched his fists and followed her, “Selfish bitch?” He wanted how to enlighten on how he was selfish.

Sara nodded, not looking back at him, “Yes, my father tells me all the time what an immortal nuisance you are to him, but he still has unconditional love for you no matter what, blah blah blah.”

Lucifer narrowed his eyes, “You’re no better than your father.”

Sara kept walking, zag zigging between the busy streets, “Hearing it from you doesn’t really say much.”

Lucifer growled, not liking how she was approaching him. He continued to follow her steadily, “So, acting like a brat to me is some poor ass, job acting defensive against me? You are right, I can sense fear, and you stink of it.”

Sara froze in her track. Lucifer had her now. Damn it. Her mind hissed at her. Why was she feeling towards the Devil like this? Well, Sara, maybe because he killed your best friend’s parents? She wanted to feel rage and fury towards him, but all she could feel and see was pain.

Like hers.

Her voice snaked in her thoughts. It was Sal’s. Maybe because he reminds you of who you are. You both are reflections of each other.

“Shut up!” Sara screamed and punched the brick wall with an angry thrust. She wanted Sal to stop talking to her like that. Every time he talked to her, she felt like she was losing control and had no sense of thinking. It’s like he wanted her and if just for a moment she let go of herself, just try to be herself and feel free, he would at any minute snatch her up like she was a free kitten.

Lucifer looked at her in confusion. For the first time, he felt some kind of little bite of remorse, “I didn’t—“

“Not about you,” she responded, her breaths heavy as if she had been crying nonstop. She looked up at him. She looked down at her bleeding knuckles and nearly welcomed the pain, “What were you going to say?

Lucifer did a passing smile to dismiss how stupid his remark was going to be, “I didn’t know you had anger issues.”

Sara blinked at him, “I didn’t know that my father was actually right about you.” She threw up her hands as if that was her excuse for her outburst of emotions. Maybe it was.

Lucifer cast his eyes down as a thought came across him: Or she is going through something.

They walked down into the less nice side of San Francisco. They reached into an alley that was deserted and far away from people. Sara said, “If you have any weapons, I need them. Or anything that could be threatening to the headquarters.” She motioned her hand for him to give herself. “Or I could pat you down and both of us don’t want that.”

Lucifer frowned but if he was going to get the sword and Pitch out, he had to hand over his weapons and didn’t want to be patted down, “Promise me you will give them back.”

Sara gave out her pinky, “I pinky promise.”

Lucifer wondered if she was too old for that, but he hooked his pinky to hers. “This isn’t how I do deals you know.”

A radiant smile crossed Sara’s face and Lucifer noted that she resembled a little of Michael in her characteristic face, “I know you have to sign your blood on a contract and that shit.” She heaved a sigh, “Now, weapons.”

Lucifer uplift his shirt, revealing a silver pistol, one knife that looked like a dead thing that carved out hearts, and a dagger for probably torturing if Sara had to guess correctly. These items were held up in a loop of his pants. He handed them to Sara, who tucked them in her cloak.

Lucifer questioned, “Isn’t your cloak heavy by now? Doesn’t your neck hurt?”

Sara took out swirling marbles in her hand, rolling them in her hands, as she replied, “I’m used to wearing my cloak all the time.” She dropped a marble onto the deep ground. The marble rolled on the floor, no portal coming to life. Sara gazed up at Lucifer’s dark chocolate eyes, “Behave yourself, or I will carve your heart with your knife.”

“I’m here to help,” answered Lucifer, locking eyes, seeing a questioning speckle in her coal eyes.

“Sure,” Sara answered, scooping her eyebrows downward, “going to help with what exactly?”

“With Thomas Pitch?”

Sara deepened her eyes into a suspicious glare and put her foot over the marble, “You are just like a typical villain. You will help us I’m certain, but what’s your gain? I know you didn’t have the right footing with Pitch when he nearly killed your sidekick if I’m right. So, at least we can agree that we want him dead and I’m sure my father will be thrilled to hear that you want to…” she cleared her throat, “’ help’ us.”

Before Lucifer could reply, Sara stumped on the marble and it ruptured. She let a shriek as she fell in unexpectedly and Lucifer couldn’t control his laughter. He jumped in, feeling the strange calmness of the feeling of cool, still water when he went through the portal. He found himself in a dome-looking room. “I haven’t been here in ages.” The portal vanished.

“I think that’s a good thing,” remarked Sara. “Follow me unless you want to have the whole place be ablaze with angels on you in a few seconds.”

Guards were stationed around and cameras were on. Angels glared at Lucifer and turned their gazes to Sara. Sara held up her hands as some angels nervously grabbed their guns and one of them spurted wings, “I think my father would’ve texted you or whatever to warn you that the Devil is here.”

The angels didn’t unlock their eyes on Lucifer and felt the protection of the dome.

An angel said in a snappy tone, “I can’t believe Michael would let you watch the Devil. You guys are a match in hell.”

Sara gave him a blank, not happy face “He’s not my type and I will kick him in the nuts if he starts doing something stupid.” She muttered how much she wanted to kick all the angels here as she walked through the security bars.

They flashed red and a whining siren blared out.

Sara let out a cringy grunt, “Do we have to do this?”

An angel nearly let out a smirk and tossed a Bible at her. Sara glanced at Lucifer, her cheeks blushed. She didn’t understand why she was embarrassed by this. Her palms became sweaty and the Bible accidentally slipped from her hands. The Bible fell on the floor upside down with a thud, it’s pages opened.

Sara dropped her mouth, “I’m so sorry.” She pulled the Bible back up and quickly placed it on a desk. Her hands tucked behind her back and her lips chewed, as she looked down at the patterned flooring. If her father was here to see that, she would be so fucking screwed.

Lucifer glanced around at the tension of the guarded angels staring at her with mouths opened.

“Disrespecting us like that?” gasped a guard.

Sara couldn’t even form words, her face flushed with some color Lucifer was surprised to see. She basically was a ghost in her color.

“Everyone makes a mistake,” said Lucifer, calmly, “Respect that.” He slide his eyes to the Bible for the briefest second and went through the detective bars. His mind on what the Bible was for. The room went wild. Red flashes made the room look like a crazy red party room and a breaking shrill of alarm went off.

“Fuck,” Sara said, rolling her eyes. She expected that all the alarms would be off for now. She stormed to one of the security guards, seeing angels flood into the room in a moment’s beats. She snatched a card from a clip on the angel’s uniform pants. She walked with big strides across the room and slammed the card against the alarm system. She put her hand over the screen so Lucifer couldn't see as she typed the pin numbers in.

The room went dead silent and it seemed everyone was catching their breaths.

Sara boomed out her voice to the angels, catching all of them by surprise by the strong authority voice coming out of her exquisite self, “You should hear from the other angels and code silver that a high-ranking demon is coming, in which he is allowed to come in. As Michael’s...umm, daughter, I order you to go back to your stations.” She nodded firmly to them.

They all gave her a blink and one of them said, “That’s the Devil. Are you blind?”

Sara tightened her sore knuckles and replied coldly, “An angel disobeying Michael’s orders?”

The angel swallowed hard, “That’s not what I meant.”

Sara chuckled and took a step forward, crossing her arms behind her back, staring at the angel’s glossy, sharp blue eyes, “You meant that you just don’t trust me. And not trusting me...is not trusting Michael?” She looked down at her nails almost in a bored visage look, “And if I remember correctly, Michael trusted me to be put in as the second-highest-ranking here at the Heroes’ Headquarters.” She glared with a wicked grin, “Should I report you to my father?” She took a step back, sinking in everyone’s gazes, and opened her arms in almost a welcoming approach. “We have a system here for a reason,” she glanced down to the name tag of the angel who spoke to her, “Eve—and it is not to be broken.” She turned to everyone else, “So go. Before I change my mind to banish you from Heaven.”

The angels gawked at her and some whispered in astonishment if she could actually do that.

Sara stared at them with a cold gaze, “Fine, who wants their wings stripped first?”

The angels slammed against each other as they tried to scatter out of the check-in room, their footsteps echoing on the marble, slippy floor. After a few seconds of chaos, the room was once more in perfect order, the rest of the guards back to where they were, nervously holding their posters as they gave frightening looks to Sara.

Sara shrugged in a dashing grin. She went out of the room and let the glass panel slide to a close.

Lucifer gave an impressive look and was intrigued by the fact Sara choose to speak of such violence than peace like Michael, “I didn’t know you could banish angels from Heaven.” He scoffed with a smile.

Sara chuckled as she walked down to the long hallway leading into the main doors of the headquarters, “Nah, my father can do that. I didn’t lie to them I could banish them from Heaven, I didn’t say: ‘I will banish you from Heaven.’ Only before I change my mind to banish you from Heaven. I personally can’t…” She gave a glance back to Lucifer, “You know what I mean. I can’t banish angels from Heaven. Anyone can strip their wings, easily done. I have never done that before, but I heard it’s not that hard.” She sighed as she came into the main room, “That’s how I earn my respect here and that doesn’t do much.”

Lucifer commented, interested, “You weren’t lying about being the second-highest ranking here.”

“Yeah, no one sees me as that here,” Sara answered in a dismissive tone. “I don’t either, so, that’s not the point, Mr. Morning-star.”

Kate came next to Sara, doing a harsh glare at Lucifer, “He will tear this place apart. Keep an eye on him.”

“I can hear you, you know?” muttered Lucifer, looking at the cafeteria and Michael’s door to his office. He peaked in at the kitchen and looked up at a big menu posted on a chalkboard on the kitchen outside wall that could be seen. “I heard the menu changes every day.”

“Yep,” said Sara, “I love when they do Taco Tuesday once a month and Wednesday Hamburgers every other week.” She patted down her stomach, “My stomach thanks me.”

“Your nonexistent stomach,” remarked Kate, “Have you been getting thinner?”

Sara batted the comment away, “What do you want?”

Kate crossed her arms as she saw Lucifer picking up an apple from the fruit stand, “I need a favor.”

Sara grunted a heavy sigh, “Like I’m not already watching the Devil.”

Kate said, trying to sound cheerful, “It’s an easy task, you can watch Lucifer and Pitch! We need someone to keep an eye out on that warlock bastard until Michael comes back to gather up someone who he trusts, and I don’t think watching someone behind bars is that hard.”

Sara pointed out, “Unless they are trying to kill you.”

Kate gave Sara her best puppy, begging eyes, “Please.”

Sara gave her a snobby look, “Let me guess, you want to go out on a date with Andrew or do something with him. But I beat Daniel and John will probably want you to keep an eye out.”

Kate did a pouting look, “Please.” She cupped her hands together in a pleading state.

Sara caved in, “Fine, but you fucking owe me.”

“Deal, whatever,” smiled Kate.

Sara nudged at Lucifer’s arm with her elbow, “Ready to sit down and do fucking nothing until my dad comes back? Maybe I can get some information out of Pitch.”

Lucifer teased as he kept near Sara, “You what, going to torture him? I highly doubt you could lift a finger in harming someone.”

Sara gave him a blank stare, “Mr. Morning-star, I was going to kill Pitch if I had to. And I will kill you if you annoy me.”

“You got it wrong. It’s the other way around. If you annoy me, I will kill you.”

They stepped on an elevator as Kate looked strangely at them. Sara pressed a button to go a floor down. The elevator closed softly and it started to go down. Sara taunted back and she started to poke at Lucifer’s arm, “Is this annoying? Oh, please do try to kill me.”

“Why?” Lucifer asked, moving his arm away from her poking.

Sara did a satisfying grin as she leaned back and put her hands on the steel bars, “I would just love to see the reaction on my father’s face if you killed me.”

Lucifer gave a split thought wondering if she was insane, “How long does this elevator go down? Isn’t it just one floor?”

“The level of this floor is dug way down. In case the Heroes’ Headquarters burn down, gets explored, or some shit like your villains will do, the basement, that’s what this floor is called, in which it can be safe.

Lucifer would guarantee that not only did this basement hold prisoner...but also the sword. He tried to casually ask, “What’s in the basement?”

Sara was looking at her reflection on the steel walls, “Oh, just stuff.”

So fucking helpful. But Lucifer guessed Sara knew not to give out any information. That was common sense.

The elevator finally went to a stop and did a soft thump as the doors opened on the other side of the elevator, a different door they used than the one that lead to the cafeteria. Sara walked into a white room with a white desk and modern art on the walls. Some white-columned stools held modern sculptures.

“I would think Michael would like old-timey art.” He went towards to go into the room, but just as he was about to step out of the elevator, an invisible glass barricaded him.

The alarms sounded again.

The Devil jarred, “Not this again.”

An angel standing at a desk, almost looking like a spa employee, gave an unimpressed look, “Sara, glad to have you down here. Haven’t seen you down here for a while.” She flickered her soft brown eyes to Lucifer, “And I’m guessing you are here to see Pitch?” She tapped down on something and the alarms clamored off.

“We both are,” said Sara. She came closer to Lucifer, tipping the invisible glass, “I always wanted to see the security in action. Kinda cool.”

The angel said in a nonchalant tone, which was nice for a change, “And I am guessing you are here to keep an eye on him?”

Sara nodded as she went to a screen that was closely next to the elevator doors, tying in the pins and letting it read her fingerprints. “Did you know this screen and every other here can tell if your fingerprint that you are dead or not if the finger had been cut off someone? The magical screen can tell if blood is still rushing and if it is warm.”

Lucifer stepped out of the elevator and noted that he would not kill her when he needed to access the rooms.

“And this whole room can sense when someone is being threatened by the feeling of the blood pressure and heartbeat, so all access would become denied,” smirked Sara, seeing Lucifer’s studying question. “Anyway, let’s keep going.”

The desk angel replied, “I’ve seen on the camera that Pitch is sitting and seems to be calm.”

“Thank you,” Sara said. She passed the desk and down a small hallway. Lucifer saw blue, golden, and white heavy doors sliding open, a camera flashing a screen down at them.

A robotic girl’s voice said, “Accepted.”

“Accept me here at the headquarters, that is the first,” said Lucifer.

Sara turned on the lights to the small prison room and slumped on the floor, stretching out her legs, “It only accepted you because the desk lady let you by.”

“Does the camera let you by if someone hadn’t been approving anyone to enter this room?”

Sara guessed, “I think. It would accept father and Kate...and me, Daniel, John, probably the Seers. I don’t know.” She let out a yawn and grabbed her phone from her pockets.

Pitch leaned against the glass room, “Whatcha looking?”

Sara glanced up at Pitch and answered back, “Stalking my dad. He’s still at the bank.”

Pitch let out a huffed of laughter, “You have like a tracking app on your phone?”

Sara sighed annoyed, “My dad wanted one for me...and not just one on my phone.” She saw Lucifer gliding across the room to the glass and she whipped out a gun from her seeming endless cloak of weapons. She pointed the gun at the Devil, “Do something stupid and I will shoot your brains out.”

Pitch shook his head, in a disappointed tone, “You can’t hurt him. Duh.”

Sara snapped back, “I break you, duh.”

Lucifer gave the two bickering people an observation and sat down on the floor, “I guess many prisoners don’t need to have a guard in this room much?” He saw no seats, the only one inside the cell.

Sara shook her head, scrolling through her phone, “I don’t know. I guess because dad’s worried about him escaping...again.” She glanced up at the warlock, “I saw him kill you.”

Pitch couldn’t help but bark a chuckle, “Do you remember anything of the day I was executed?” He let his body slide against the glass and into a seating position, facing them.

Sara stared down at her phone, “Why?”

Pitch responded in almost an uncaring tone, “I don’t know. Just have any idea how I escaped?”

Lucifer snapped a glare at him that Sara didn’t catch.

Sara pressed her lips together, “I don’t give a fuck how you escape, Mr. Pitch. As long it didn’t involve me, I’m good.”

Even Lucifer tried to smack away a passing grin, “Interesting.” He couldn’t fathom that this was the same girl that sat in his dining room. The girl that seat in his dining room seemed innocent and angelic.

This girl seating across from him seemed...like any other teenager. And a completely different personality. But he suspected that she was trying to make a first impression.

“Is there like a game we could play or something?” wondered Pitch, trying to see what Sara was looking at.

Sara stared at him incredulously, “No, just suffer.” She went back to her phone.

“I heard it’s your birthday soon,” started Lucifer.

Sara didn’t answer back. There was a humming noise coming from the air conditioning.

Lucifer continued, “What do you want for your birthday?”

Sara slowly looked up at him in annoyance, “I want you to shut the fuck up.”

“Not very ladylike,” muttered Pitch, “Not sure how your father would improve your cursing.”

Sara blurted out, “He’s really not around.”

Lucifer and Pitch now looked at her with some curiosity.

Sara could feel the eyes on her again and placed her phone down, “You know, Dad trying to save the world from people like you. Doesn’t have time to do that and this…” she trailed off, wondering where she was going with this topic. Of course, Michael had time to spend with her, but for her, it wasn’t enough. Recently, she had been with her father more than usual, and she would hate to lose that connection again and see her dad busy, giving her a wink or so while they locked eyes, or saying morning when she went into the office, or observe her training. Sara hugged herself and bundled her cloak around her, “It’s nothing.”

Pitch and Lucifer connected eyes for the briefest seconds. Lucifer cleared his throat, “Seriously, what do you want for your birthday?”

Sara looked down at the white wooden flooring in a saddened state, “Um, I guess company and good desserts. Why?”

Lucifer crossed his legs and pressed his back against the wall, feeling the cool room. “Just asking.”

Sara said with a soft plea, “Just stop, okay. We aren’t friends or anything. Stop trying to get information out of me of some shit,” she drummed her finger once against her arm, and looked everywhere else besides at Pitch and Lucifer, feeling awkward, “We are enemies, not friends. And never will be. So, stop.”

For once, Lucifer saw a scared child uncertain why she was assigned such a heavy task to watch two of the most powerful and dangerous people on this earth. Someone who didn’t know what to do and was insecure about what was going to happen next. The look on her face of what if Lucifer tried to hurt her.

He kept thinking she was older, for she acted more mature for her age, but she was still young, really young doing these heavy responsibilities. But he wondered if he went even further and see what she would do next.

Just as he was debating what to do and Pitch was about to ask her a question, her phone buzzed and Sara picked it up. Her face lightened up as she answered happily, “Dad is on his way!”