As Lucifer leaned back in his seat, chatting with Amenadiel, the usual banter between brothers, something suddenly shifted in the air. A strange sensation crawled up his spine, making him pause mid-sentence. His brow furrowed, eyes narrowing as an uneasy feeling settled over him. It was subtle, but Lucifer knew this sensation all too well—a whisper of danger, a storm brewing just out of sight.

He glanced towards the door, instinct flaring to life. His jaw tightened, and his eyes darkened.

"Something’s off," he muttered, standing abruptly. His voice was sharp, laced with tension that hadn’t been there moments ago.

Amenadiel, calm as ever, raised an eyebrow, folding his arms as he leaned against the bar. "Lucifer, you're always sensing something 'off.' Could be the devil in you," he teased, though there was a flicker of concern in his eyes.

But Lucifer wasn’t in the mood for jokes. He glanced around, his gaze suddenly sharp and focused. "No, this is different." His hand ran through his hair, eyes darting as if searching for something unseen. "It feels... close. Too close."

Amenadiel straightened up, sensing the seriousness in Lucifer’s tone. "What do you mean?"

Lucifer’s eyes widened slightly as realization hit. "My son," he whispered, the words heavy with sudden urgency. "Where is he?" He turned towards the door, his mind racing. His heart, the one thing he’d always thought untouchable, clenched with the chilling thought that something was wrong with you.

Amenadiel frowned, his own instincts kicking in. "Are you sure? Maybe he's with Chloe—"

But Lucifer shook his head, the unease gripping him tighter. "I should’ve known. I felt it. Something’s wrong. I need to find him—now."