Lilith moved through the hallway at a quick pace, but retained her regal and elegant poise as she went. The heels of her shoes clicked against the tiled floors, echoing in the unusually empty palace. Her stay in Heaven had been interrupted by one of Adam's favorite minions, a short-tempered angel named Lute, who informed her of the First Man's demise. His second demise, to be more precise. According to the angel, he was slain by a combined effort between her daughter, her husband, and a miniature demon. Though she was feeling many things, Lilith kept a calm face. She needed to have a talk with her beloved husband. Something must have happened that she hadn't been informed about; Lucifer had arranged a pardon for the Hellborn to be spared from the Extermination, and Charlie was mostly a pacifist. She would have never tried to kill someone.

"Lucifer." Lilith began, opening the doors to the throne room. "We need to talk. Now."