INT. LINDA'S OFFICE – NIGHT
The soft hum of the city buzzed faintly outside the windows, but inside, everything felt too quiet.
Lucifer lay sprawled on the couch like he usually did—one leg hanging off, arms stretched out, like he owned the room. But something was different. He wasn't relaxed. Not tonight. His fingers drummed against the armrest like a ticking clock. His eyes weren't on Linda—they were staring through the wall, like he could see something coming, and he didn't like it.
Linda sat in her chair across from him, notepad in hand, legs crossed neatly like always. Calm. Steady. But her brow was slightly furrowed. She could tell. Something was off.
Lucifer broke the silence first.
"Doctor," he said, voice smooth but a little too quiet. "You know how I usually try to keep my family problems... buried?"
Linda gave a soft smile. "I've noticed."
"Preferably six feet under," he added, eyes still distant. "With a locked box, two chains, and absolutely no forwarding address."
Linda tilted her head. "But something's come up."
Lucifer sighed, finally sitting upright. He raked a hand through his hair, leaving it slightly messy. That alone said a lot.
"Two things," he muttered. "Two people I never wanted to see again. Both should've stayed gone."
Linda made a note, her voice gentle. "Who are they?"
He looked at her now. Not smirking. Not playing. Just tired.
"My brother," he said. "Sariel."
Linda blinked. "You've never mentioned him."
"There's a reason for that."
Lucifer leaned forward, elbows on knees, voice low.
"I locked him up, Linda. Personally. Chained him in the deepest pit I could find. He wasn't supposed to ever get out."
"And the second person?"
Lucifer's jaw tightened. "My mother."
Linda raised an eyebrow. "Your—"
"Oh yes," he said bitterly. "Dear old Mumsy. Queen of manipulation. I threw her into a tailor-made Hell loop. Designed it myself, actually. One of my finest pieces of work."
Linda studied him carefully. "And you didn't visit her? Either of them?"
He scoffed. "Why would I? Let sleeping gods lie, as they say. But now they're both back. Sariel's walking around Earth in a white suit like he's some kind of fashion icon. And Mother... she's moving behind the scenes. I can feel it."
Linda leaned in slightly. "What do they want?"
Lucifer's eyes darkened.
"Power. Chaos. Maybe revenge. Maybe something worse. With them, it's never simple."
Linda paused, then spoke gently. "You seem… shaken. That's rare for you."
Lucifer didn't answer at first. He just stared at the floor.
"Sariel…" he said quietly. "He was always the wildcard. Brilliant, twisted, a creator in all the worst ways. Demons, monsters, things that should've never existed—he made them just to see what would happen."
He looked up at her. "And he wasn't evil. That's the terrifying part. He was just... curious."
Linda frowned. "And your mother?"
Lucifer sat back, a bitter smile forming.
"She's worse. She doesn't burn things down—she whispers. Changes people. Turns love into control and pride into poison. She broke us from the inside out."
Linda nodded slowly. "And you think they're working together?"
"I don't know," he said. "But Sariel said she woke him up. That's all I needed to hear."
He fell quiet for a moment. Then:
"I thought I was done with all this. Hell. Heaven. Family games. But now…"
Linda's voice was soft. "Do you think you could've stopped it? If you'd visited them?"
Lucifer looked at her, eyes cold. "No. That's the thing, Doctor. This was always going to happen. They were just waiting. Waiting for the right moment. And now they've found it."
Linda scribbled something, then asked carefully, "So where does that leave you?"
Lucifer leaned back, eyes on the ceiling.
"No idea," he said. "I might be the target. I might be the weapon. Or maybe I'm just the idiot who thought he could walk away from all this."
Linda gave a small smile. "Existential crisis, then."
Lucifer turned his head, the ghost of his usual smirk returning.
"Do you charge extra for those?"
Linda smiled back. "No. But we'll need more sessions."
Lucifer sighed.
"Yeah," he said quietly. "I think we will."
EXT. CITY STREET – NIGHT
The streets were busy, filled with cars, flickering neon lights, and people too wrapped up in their own lives to notice the man in white walking among them.
Sariel moved through the crowd like a ghost. Calm. Quiet. Out of place. The soft clack of his shoes was drowned in the noise of the city, but he didn't care. He wasn't in a rush.
Then he stopped.
There, on the side of a tall building, was a massive billboard. A bright, colorful ad for some upcoming show—The Monkey King Returns. And in the center of it all was a grinning figure, staff slung across his shoulders, golden circlet on his head, flying through the clouds like he owned the sky.
Sariel stared at it.
The monkey-like man on the billboard looked happy. Wild. Free.
Sariel's lips curled into a small smile.
"So… you made it out," he said under his breath.
He stood there for a few more seconds, just looking up, his eyes softer than usual.
Then the smile faded.
His gaze dropped to the ground. He exhaled, long and slow, like he was letting something heavy sink back inside him. He turned and kept walking.
But as he walked, the warmth in his eyes turned cold again.
"Lucifer," he muttered. "You left me there."
His hands clenched in his coat pockets.
"Amenadiel… You chained me. Ripped my children away."
The city lights danced across his face as he disappeared into the crowd.
"I'll return the favor."