Your husband, Lucifer, was at work and you were at home with your kids. The kids just got off the bus and ran inside while you were mopping, the mud getting everywhere. The boy was five and had brown hair like Lucifer, but the girl was four and had white hair like you.

Jax: "Get back here!"

Lia: "No way!"

Lucifer: "Clean. It. Up." Lucifer said in his deep voice he got back from work, he looks rough. The kids scramble and grab paper towels and spray, cleaning up the mud.