"Silas… I remember that name," Lucifer replied, resting his chin in his hand. "From what I know, he's impossible to kill."
"You know him?" I asked, surprised—I hadn't expected the Devil himself to know Silas.
"Of course I do. Before I was locked away, I crossed paths with him," Lucifer said, gazing at the ceiling. "I wouldn't recommend the experience."
"You've got to be kidding me, Lucy," the angel stepped forward, voice sharp with anger. "You speak as if this Silas is some kind of threat to you."
Lucifer looked at his brother and laughed.
"Amenadiel… how foolish you are. Being Father's favorite has made you blind to how the world truly works," Lucifer said, then turned his gaze to me. "Why do you want to kill Silas?"
"Well, I have an agreement with his ex-wife," I answered honestly, crossing my legs. "I kill Silas, and she gives me something I want."
Lucifer leaned forward, eyes gleaming with interest.
"What did Qetsiyah promise you in exchange for this feat?"
"It doesn't matter," I replied—no need to bring him up to speed on my plans. "Not to you, anyway."
"A shame." Lucifer leaned back against the sofa. "Look… the building's lovely, but it's hardly worth the headache of dealing with that wretched creature."
"Brother, why are you so hesitant?" Amenadiel pressed. "Act like the Devil you are."
"You want to talk to him about Silas?" Lucifer shrugged, glancing my way. "I don't feel like explaining the basics to this blockhead."
I looked at the archangel and sighed.
"Silas possesses mental power so formidable he could defeat someone far stronger than himself without ever lifting a finger," I said. "Even if he can't physically harm beings like you two, he can make you suffer terribly—and he's completely immortal. You can't just snap your fingers and be rid of him."
"Exactly, brother," Lucifer said, raising a hand toward Amenadiel. "That son of a bitch is terrifying. A long time ago, before I was locked away, my fool creations picked a fight with him. The result? Apart from Maze down at the bar, Lilith, and Azazel—every single one of my demon generals died. I had to recreate them with the same names and faces. I imagine you noticed…? Oh—you didn't."
Lucifer muttered, seeing Amenadiel's blank stare.
Worse still, the archangel seemed in denial, as if his entire worldview had shattered.
"That can't be right, Lucy," Amenadiel shouted, slamming a fist on the table. "We have to eliminate this Silas. He's too dangerous."
"Good luck with that," Lucifer laughed, unbothered, making a dismissive gesture. "Just don't expect Father to show up and save you while you're gasping for breath."
"What if I told you Silas is already out of action—imprisoned on an island in Canada?" I offered, watching for any reaction. Even sealed away, I doubted he was defenseless.
The shift was instant. Lucifer fixed me with bright, intense eyes. "Now that's a different story. How true is this?"
"I tracked down some of Silas's cultists—they've been performing sacrifices to break the seals holding him," I explained, recalling what I knew from the series. "And apparently Qetsiyah, as his creator, placed a kind of marker on him. It leads straight to an island in Canada."
"Wait—you're saying this Qetsiyah created such an abomination?" Amenadiel exclaimed. "She must be dealt with."
"Good luck with that," Lucifer and I said in unison.
We exchanged a look, and I couldn't help asking:
"How do you know Qetsiyah?"
"Fought over souls—monster souls, mostly," Lucifer murmured. "I had an interest in the Leviathans. She didn't care for me dipping into her collection, and things escalated. Lost a lot of demons in that war. In the end, we struck a peace pact. She couldn't defeat me, but her domain teems with beings far more powerful than mine. And unlike Hell, the Other Side isn't a physical place—kill her, and every monster and deity trapped there returns to life. The apocalypse won't wait for me then."
I nodded, lacing my fingers together and meeting Lucifer's gaze.
"Killing Silas benefits us both," I said. "Imagine if he convinced your demons to offer sacrifices to free him—thinking they're doing it for you. That would be humiliating, wouldn't it?"
I saw his brow twitch—I'd hit a nerve.
"Unfortunately, intelligence has never been my demons' strong suit…" Lucifer sighed, staring at the ceiling. "If Silas truly is trapped, the last thing we need is him breaking free. Do you have a way to kill him? Because snapping my fingers didn't work the first time, and your archangel blade won't either."
Amenadiel paled further—I hadn't thought it possible.
"The archangel blade can kill anything," Amenadiel growled. "You've lost your minds."
"Almost anything," Lucifer smiled at his brother. "Live and learn."
"Qetsiyah created a potion that can make him mortal—temporarily," I said. "From what I know, the effect only lasts while it's in his system. But the potion is with Silas now."
"Typical," Lucifer chuckled. "That woman always has a trick up her sleeve."
Days passed.
"So—everything's set. And why is he here?" I asked, glancing at Amenadiel following us to the car.
"He wants in on the extermination," Lucifer shrugged, ignoring him. "Claims it's his sacred duty to destroy a being like Silas."
"Just hope he doesn't get in the way," I sighed. The last thing I needed was a delusional archangel.
"Don't worry, my friend—he will," Lucifer laughed.
"Lucifer, I don't think this is a good idea," Maze spoke up for the first time. "As much as I'd like to stick around… dealing with Silas sounds like a nightmare."
"Scared, little demon?" I teased.
"Unlike the three of you, I'm not a progenitor of any race," she snapped at me. "If Silas gets to me, I die—for good."
"Relax, Maze," Lucifer said, opening the car door. "You can wait outside."
"No—I'm supposed to protect you," she insisted. "Why can't you just not go?"
It wasn't a request—she was angry, defiant.
"I could," Lucifer replied, checking his watch. "But when would I ever get another chance to kill Silas? Told the detective I'd be away a few days."
Amenadiel said nothing else, speaking only to Lucifer and Maze—apparently I wasn't worth his time. Fine, as long as he stayed out of my way.
I settled into the back seat. This would be a long trip.
Silas's Island, Canada
The moment we stepped ashore, the world spun. Nausea crashed over me.
"Ugh…" Maze fell to her knees. "Damn it—I told you we shouldn't have come."
"Right… Maze, best you stay here," Lucifer said. I watched her, clearly already beaten. He scanned the treeline. "He's not lying. Silas is here—and he's active."
"This is active?" Maze snarled.
"Very much so. His power's warping everything around us," Lucifer explained. "The whole island's wrapped in illusions."
"Then let's go," I said, nodding toward the forest. "After you, princess."
I turned to Amenadiel. He straightened his jacket, chin high, and marched ahead.
"He's going to be trouble," I muttered, leaning toward Lucifer.
"I know. Good for him—needs a lesson in humility," Lucifer replied, amused but knowing. "And you're resistant to his influence. You'll be fine even if Silas drives him mad."
"Oh—so you're not helping with your brother?"
"I'm vulnerable around him," Lucifer said simply. "Even I'd struggle to move if he freezes time fully."
"You don't all just snap your fingers and blow things up?" I asked—this Lucifer felt like a blend of Supernatural and Lucifer, and I needed to understand how things worked.
"Every archangel has a specialty," was all he'd say. It was enough.
We pressed deeper. You might wonder how I found Silas without the Brotherhood? Simple—I remembered the books. I sent my witches to scour the region, and we found the anomaly.
Lucifer and I chatted, even sang—until Amenadiel shushed us repeatedly. The angel had no sense of humor.
"You monster… you've been here all along," a voice hissed in my ears. My blood ran cold. "You die today."
I smirked.
"Really? Nothing more creative?" I said, unfazed—Mikael stood before me. "Though I suppose you wouldn't know, seeing as you're just a hallucination. Besides, your 'dear old dad' and I made peace."
Mikael lunged. I laughed—no powers needed for an illusion.
Then the blow landed. Hard.
I staggered back, stunned. Right—Silas has grown stronger, same as everyone else in this world.
I steadied myself, scanning for Lucifer.
"A little help…?"
Lucifer stood frozen like a statue. Mikael charged again. My powers flared, my magic draining away.
I studied this "Mikael"—wrong. Clumsy, undisciplined. Not the Destroyer I knew.
Dodging a strike, I planted a boot in his chest. Pain shot up my leg—solid as stone. I brought him down.
He was up instantly, knife raised. I let it graze my arm; the wound sealed shut. Only white oak and the Beast's venom could truly kill me—and neither existed here.
See—Mikael would never fight this sloppily. Only those born invincible fight like this. Which means… this "Mikael" is our archangel friend, Amenadiel.
Lucifer would've snapped his fingers and ended it.
I dodged another strike and drove a fist into his face—pain, searing, then gone in a heartbeat. He reeled; I drove my knee into his jaw.
Bones cracked. He fell, glowing bright—who glows?
My flesh burned and healed, burned and healed. I had to end this. I hammered his face until the light faded. My hands were stripped to the bone, knitting back together. I collapsed beside him.
"What happened?" Lucifer asked, staring at me strangely. "Brother? What happened?"
He looked at the "Mikael" form on the ground.
"Cut it a little close," I panted.
"So it seems." Lucifer knelt by Amenadiel, wincing. "Bit… harsh, don't you think?"
"Silas made him look like someone I truly despise," I said, pulling myself up. "I took the chance to vent."
"I see… Probably for the best." Lucifer sighed, hefting his brother over his shoulder. "I'll get this idiot to safety."
"Right. I'll be back to full strength in… five seconds," I muttered, sarcastic. I drank from a blood bag—Type O, sweet relief—feeling my energy return. But recovery would take time.
Later, Lucifer returned. We trekked deeper into the woods, down a cliffside, until we found an ancient tomb.
Things got strange.
"Nik." Jenna stood there, calling to me. "I came looking for you. You've been gone so long."
My heart soared.
"Let's go home. The children are waiting." She held out her hands. I followed, no hesitation.
Glancing back, I saw Lucifer staring at something—rage, fear, sorrow, disbelief warring on his face. I didn't know what he saw, but I had what mattered.
Jenna led me to a dining room. Home. Finally home.
"Darling, could you put a little blood in this bowl?"
She shouldn't know—she couldn't know—but she was smart. I loved her more for figuring it out.
On the table: a bowl carved like a face, and a vial of red liquid.
"Just a little blood, love," Jenna smiled, embracing me.
"Of course. Wait for me—I'll be right back," I told her.
"But you are home," she said, confused.
I smashed the vial, poured the liquid in, and reached beneath the table—pulling free a beating heart.
Jenna vanished. I stood alone, heart in hand.
Elsewhere
Silas gasped, eyes flying wide—staring at me clutching his heart.
"Son of a bitch!" he roared, straining toward his body. "I knew that cure was fake! I'm awake now—I'll find Amara. You've lost, Qetsiyah!"
"Lost?" The voice echoed everywhere, nowhere. "Even if your cure is temporary… who said you're leaving?"
Silas froze, breath catching. Something shifted beneath him. The ground wasn't earth—it was skin. The platform he stood on was a giant hand. He followed the arm upward… and saw Qetsiyah's colossal face.
"Surprise," she whispered.
Her fingers closed. And Silas was gone—forever.