The child was far from a fool. Even if he was only born a couple of minutes ago.

There was no way he was just going to saunter off with some entity he didn''t even know. Much less one he couldn''t even look at.

"Fun..?" The word sounded foreign coming out the demon child''s mouth. "I don''t believe-"

Spare me from listening to your refusal. What other choices do you have? Stay in this universe that is about to die and be rewritten, or break free and spread a little mayhem with me.

The baby heard something that piqued his interest irrevocably.

"The universe... this?" The baby made a gesture of ''fullness'' with his arms.

What a smart boy. Only a couple of minutes old and already acquiring a basic understanding of cosmic otherness and his role in eternity. Aren''t you gifted.

The child didn''t know why, but listening to praise from this individual was almost grating in a way. He didn''t really want it at all.

"How are you so certain this is about to end?"

The child watched his reflection place his hand on his chin and assumed a thoughtful expression.

It is difficult for me to explain it to you. You can attribute it to the fact that my brother''s not very unpredictable, but I also happen to have a rather exemplary gift for foresight.

The child wasn''t sure what he hated more. Hearing the entity compliment him, or compliment itself.

Just know that if you and I ever hope to have any fun, then you might find it in your best interest to come with me now.

"I told you, I have no need for fun."

No? The reflection asked mockingly. Then what do you plan to do with all of your time?

The child''s answer was instantaneous. "I will lead the entire demon army up the steps to heaven, and then-"

The reflection blew a raspberry. Immediately earning the ire of the newborn child.

"What was that..?"

That''s boring! Pick something else, something better!

"I pick nothing, I only abide by my responsibilities and-"

Booooooooooo!!! The reflection put down both thumbs.

The child threw a hellish fireball at the mirror and shattered it immediately.

Now why''s you go and do that? You''re too young to be lashing out of anger and destroying things like this.

"I was hoping it would make you be silent for good. My hopes have proven to be thoroughly trounced upon."

There was a bottle filled with some kind of wine on the shelf nearby. The child could see ''his'' reflection staring back at him again with a pitying look.

He had decided that he didn''t like living very much if all that was going to happen was he kept running into people like this.

Ruling an army of demons is so boring, you know? They''re so one note, and it''s been done so many times before, and they''re all ugly, and they-

"It matters little. My destiny was scribed before I burst into creation. I will take control over the army of demons and march on the White City. Then I shall kill the son of god in the endwar."

I don''t think you can actually march on the White City in this timeline though?

"...And why not?"

Someone ate it.

"And I will not allow you to call me infuriating names."

You are an uncountable number of years too late to stop me.

The demon child gritted it''s teeth.

Are you done yet? I estimate that we have around forty-five seconds before he notices me, and the spell you need to cast before leaving takes at least thirty.

"Spell?" The puffy-cheeked baby tilted his head.

No time to explain. Just do as I say.

The child didn''t like being bossed around, but he did what he was told anyway.

And thirty seconds later, he was staring at a homunculus of his father that looked, talked, and acted just like the real thing.

"You got your good looks from me, you know?" Lucifer mocked.

"...I wish I could kill you a second time."

No time for jokes now. Come along.

The child looked around the room. "Where?"

Walk through the door. Right now.

The child did as he was asked and walked through the door, leaving his unconscious mother, and fake father behind.

Instead of remaining inside Lucifer''s palace, he emerged somewhere else entirely. Somewhere the human mind could neither survive, nor imagine.

- {Current Timeline : Approximately Two Human Years after Lucifer''s Rebellion.}

Lucifer sat atop his throne, coughing up blood from the wounds that still hadn''t healed.

On the outside, his body was wracked with burns from heavenly flame and a few cuts from a blade of heaven.

He estimated that it would take another 10,000 years to heal all this damage.

"Husband, let me help you..."

Igrat came from the side of Lucifer''s throne. She applied a salve to his wounds.

He winced slightly, but this pain was nothing compared to the initial injuries.

Igrat became tearful. "I''m sorry... As much as we''ve tried, nothing else seems to grow here, so I''m afraid that..."

Lucifer placed a finger over her lips as he nodded.

"It''s hardly something that you have any blame for...I can only assume this is all apart of my punishment for rebelling against hi-"

"Brother."

A flash of light appeared in the hall. And from it, Michael appeared in his pure and regal white robes.

"...It has been a long time. We need to talk."

Lucifer nearly exploded with rage. His wounds even reopened spontaneously.

"How... dare you..! You think you can just come into my home after everything that you have done and just-"

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Suddenly, a child''s laughter reverberated off the walls of the throne room. Bringing all three adults to a full stop.