A Lucifer Fanfiction - Who Am I?

CHAPTER 1 - A HARD AWAKENING

Lucifer started to stir very slowly as he regained consciousness. His first sensations were the satin sheets against his half-covered body. It wasn't something he was used to, and although not unpleasant it still felt weird to him, like something too luxurious for his status. He finally opened his eyes and took in his surroundings. They looked familiar and yet new. Somehow, this resembled his penthouse in the Silver City but was also very different. He pushes the covers back and puts his feet on the marble floor, enjoying the coolness on the tiles against his feet, thus creating a contrast with the hot air of Los Angeles coming through his large windows. He tests his legs a few times before he finally stands up and walks around his room, trying to figure out where he was.

"This can't be Hell." He says aloud. "But where in Dad's name am I doing here, and where is here?" He finishes. Then his eyes catch a glimpse at the piano in the living room and the bay window offering a magnificent view over the City of Angels. "Well wherever I am, whoever decorated the place, has an exquisite taste.

He walks toward the piano and feels the need to lift the lid up and trail his fingers on the ivory keys, a smile on his face. He never understood why his Father decided to bless him with the gift of creating out of thin air, but it was something that he missed. So instead, he decided to work his creative genius in the art of music. He presses a few keys as the first notes instantly soothe his soul. But he stops suddenly as he recognizes a familiar face. He closes the lid on the keys and walks towards the newest visitor, all joy now gone from his features.

"What are you doing here, Brother?" He starts. "Did you finally get bored of following Dad's rules to the letter and you decided to pay a visit to your little brother, wherever I am?" He grabs a chair and sits down, popping his feet on the table. "Or are you in need of something? Someone to do your dirty work, maybe?"

Amenadiel simply looks back at him, relieved Lucifer finally regained consciousness. Despite their sibling rivalry and contempt for each other, they were still bound by blood - or rather essence, and even though it pained him to admit it, his annoying little brother was a necessary evil - and his death might have been hard to explain. He chuckles.

"I'm also glad to have you back among the livings, Brother."

"What do you mean "back", and since you're here, maybe you can tell me what all this means and where I am." He says. "Or is this a new game Dear Old Dad invented to torment me some more? As if sending me to Hell wasn't enough!"

"Don't you remember what happened?"

"Like I said before, Brother, what in Dad's name do you mean?" He looks outside at the LA's sky. "And why am I not in the Silver City?"

"You do remember Father sent you to Hell, right?"

"Yes, I remember." He replies. "But to Maze's displeasure, he also allowed me to leave Hell and return to the Silver City, once he thought my little time-out in Hell served his purpose."

"Is it all you remember?"

"Yes." He simply says. "Is there anything else I should recall?"

Amenadiel turns away from Lucifer and pretends to walk towards the bar. " This isn't possible, and also too good of an opportunity to let pass by. " He turns back to Lucifer. " He has no recollection of him being sent to Hell a second time permanently, nor anything that happened later. "

"Hoy!" Lucifer loudly says. "Are you even listening to a single word I'm saying?"

"What?" Amenadiel asks, stepping back into the present. "Yes, yes, I am. and there's nothing else for you to worry about. All's good."