Ventura beach was home to some of the most shark infested waters in California and that's where Chloe and Maze were headed. This time of year, all of the resorts were closed so they would have peace and quiet. Poor Pam was trussed up, turkey style in the trunk. She had woke up and was saying Lucifer was her man, that Chloe had stolen him by using her kid to charm him. This crazy bitch was more deluded than Lucifer has said she was. Chloe had gotten right in her swollen face and explained that she had stolen nothing since she and Lucifer only worked together. She killed a child over nothing.
Pam tried to apologize and Maze thought for a second that Chloe was going to let her slide but oh boy, was she wrong. Chloe had gotten right in her face and told her that it was okay, she would soon find out how Trixie felt. If Lucifer had seen it, he would be so proud. Maze would tell him later.
Chloe stopped the car along a lonesome stretch of beach and popped the trunk open for Maze to haul Pammykins out. Maze yanked and pulled her out by the hair so hard, she had a chunk of scalp stuck to her palm. Chloe stared blankly at the bitch who killed her daughter as Maze cleaned her hand on the front of the woman's dress.
Maze drug the woman to the front of the car, the bright headlights bouncing off the tears on her face. Chloe was about to climb back in when Maze stopped her, "Don't do this and taint your soul. I'll do it for you, hop in and let's show this bitch how our Trixie felt."
Maze backed the car up about fifty feet before she shifted the gear into drive. A moment later, Pamela was flying across the beach. Maze backed up and ran her over again for good measure. Chloe exhaled deeply. It was done but she didn't feel any better. She sat in the passenger side seat, watching Maze drag the body into the ocean. On the plus side, Pam wouldn't be hurting anyone else, ever. Ok, so she did feel a little better.
The entire West Coast looked like a war zone. Bodies laid smashed against buildings. Once proud skyscrapers now stood in mounds of dust as Lucifer's fury spread. The humans unlucky enough to be caught in the crossfire were either slain by The Fallen or became a meal for the demons. The news reporters had tried to explain the deaths away by claiming it was a disease. He was dying to know how they would explain entire cities laid to ash by brimstone and hell fire.
He gave Amendiel a nod and they were both back in Los Angeles a few moments later, landing on his balcony. He shielded his wings again and stepped inside. He found Chloe fast asleep and Maze sitting in his chair.
"Well, did she claim her favor?"
"In a way, I did it for her. I was her proxy-killer."
"Why didn't she do it herself?"
"She was going to, but I stopped her. I didn't want her to feel guilty about killing. You can still claim the debt from her."
"I was going to anyway and I don't think she will fancy it one bit."
Curiosity was getting the better of him so he turned on the TV. He had to see what lies these humans told in the name of stopping chaos. He sat and waited for the now infamous breaking news alert. It would be coming any moment. Amenadiel came and sat next to his brother. He was tired, raining brimstone down on humans was draining. He wondered how Father did it with such ease back in the day.
"This is a breaking news alert. I'm Jessica Allan. Lisa Lopez, sadly has fallen to the new disease that rages around us. Let's have a brief moment of silence in her honor. Thank-you. We now bring you an alert from the EPA. Climate change has been named as the cause of today's fire storms. In a concerted effort with the CDC, both the EPA and The Department of Homeland security are instating a mandatory 6PM curfew across the nation until an initiative can be agreed upon. At last count, a combined total of almost two million people have lost their lives to the so far unnamed disease and the solar flares. We'll keep you updated as the story develops."
Amenadiel's face broke into a huge, goofy grin. He couldn't help himself. The excuses humans made were too amusing. They see hell breaking out around them and they blame the climate.
Lucifer threw the remote at Amenadiel, "It's not funny. Next thing you know they'll be saying it was all global warming. No wonder Father gave up on them, they are the most obtuse creatures I've ever seen."
Thunder crashed and lightening lit up the sky as a torrent of rain poured down, saturating everything. Ah, dear old dad had decided to turn on his emergency fire extinguishers. He was a bit too late but Lucifer gave him credit for trying.
"I think Father is sending you a message, Lucifer."
"Yes, he says game on. This is the sign I've been waiting for."
Trixie POV
"Why are you such a, a, doody head. Lucifer is your son but you're going to send your other son to hurt him? That's like child abuse. You need to go to jail."
"I said hush, cease your constant talking. You've spent too much time around the Morningstar, you even speak as he does!", God yelled at the girl.
"Send me back and you won't have to put up with me anymore."
"Send me away, Father, and you won't have to put up with me anymore."
She was an echo of his son and it was starting to wear on God. Perhaps he should send her back, soon. Lucifer's trail of human wreckage and utter destruction wouldn't stop until he held the child in his arms once again.
"Raphael, stop Lucifer. I shall make a rain to end these fires and make it too wet for him to start any more."
The Archangel dropped to one knee and gave a salute, "Yes, Father."
"Son abuser", Trixie said, sticking out her tongue.
Normal POV
Lucifer strolled into the television station, flashing his mega-watt smile. Anyone who tried to stop him was quickly shoved away or had their neck snapped. It was time to make his announcement to the world. The camera was rolling on another breaking news alert full of lies. The reporter was reading the teleprompter when Lucifer picked her up and sat her aside on the floor.
"I'm Lucifer Morningstar. Your government is lying to you. There is no disease or solar flares. I have released demons from hell who devour your flesh as well as your soul. I have rained fire down upon you and, darlings, it's only going to get worse." He put his head down for a moment before looking back at the camera in all of his Satanic glory. "Satan is going to destroy you, my Father's meat puppets. Consider this your only warning. You have no where to run and nowhere to hide. My Father took something very precious from me and you will all pay the price for it, you maggots of sin he loves so much."
He straightened his suit jacket and walked out of the building. Tonight, the United States and the rest of North America would fall to him, tomorrow, well, he would roll the dice and see who was next. He could cripple the whole planet if he had to. Anything to get Beatrice back.