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redemption

Eve's POV

I set everyone up; they have to face five challenges to pass, with the last one being the hardest. Charlie, Lucifer, and I are on the monitors.

Test #1 - A child is lost; what will they do?

Test #2 - You face a traumatic childhood memory or an adult memory.

Test #3 - A test to see your empathy.

Test #4 - What is the thing that weakened them and led to their addiction or decisions in life?

Test #5 - Face your addiction/guilt.

Some are passing easily. Lucifer stood up, walked around, and rubbed his back.

"You're close to your due date," I said.

"I will know," Lucifer replied.

"Heartburn, pressure in your pelvis, back, nausea," I said. He took a breath.

"If they are every 5 minutes, I'm calling Alastor and your doctor. I don't want to chance anything happening with my nieces having complications," I said.

"I am just having Braxton Hicks," he said.

After 6 hours, they are done testing. Lucifer sits back to read his book while eating a bowl of ice cream.

Alastor, Vaggie, and the others come back. Alastor plopped down next to Lucifer.

"How was your day?" Lucifer asked.

"Can we eat Mammon? Who am I kidding? It would take me a week to eat him," Alastor said. He and Lucifer lay together while Charlie sent the results to Heaven.

"What up, my whores?" a woman's voice is heard.

"Please use the front door," Charlie said.

"Mhh. Help me up; I need to walk around," Lucifer said, a smidge bit of pain in his voice.

"You don't look good. Should I call Bel?" Alastor asked, helping him up.

"I'm just having some pain; rub my back," Lucifer said.

"Call Bel; that's the active stage of labor, and that's about 2 hours. The next one will be worse; the demon will come out," I said.

"My water didn't break," Lucifer said.

"That is actually a 50% chance, but the symptoms that you're showing and the ones from earlier would suggest otherwise," Charlie was saying when a portal opened. An old one-night stand of mine came in.

"Lu, do you have any stashes at your place? Never mind about getting messed up; baby time! I'll call my nurses. Alastor, you teleport him there."

"Don't forget."

"Mr. Quackers already has him," Alastor said, holding a stuffed duck in his hand. Lucifer grabbed it. "Carry me," he said. Alastor carried him bridal style and teleported.

"Lucifer is bipolar, autistic, and has depression/anxiety. His anger is going to be bad," I said.

Three hours later, we stripped all the beds and loaded up the washing machine.

"Congratulations! All of the sinners and angels have been redeemed this round," Charlie exclaimed, and sparkles came out of her fingers. God chuckled.

"Lucifer, anywhere I would like to spend time with him," he said.

"No, he's at the castle," Charlie said.

"Let's go," he said before I could say anything. We were at the castle.