The celebration had wound down.

Ken was passed out against a broken pillar, snoring loud enough to echo off the ruins. Angel had draped a blanket over him—the first soft thing any of them had touched in days. Mob stood guard nearby, not because anyone asked, but because that’s what he did.

Dera was tending to her knives, methodical, quiet. Vina sat beside her, head on Dera’s shoulder, eyes half-closed. Rey was nowhere to be seen, but his shadow still moved at the edges of the firelight.

Remu had fallen asleep where she sat, the empty bottle still in her hand. Ella had covered her with her own jacket before walking away.

No one said anything about it.

Lucifer stood at the edge of the camp, facing the direction of the vampire gate. The portal still hummed in the distance, stable now, waiting.

He turned to face his friends.

"I’m leaving."

Ken snorted awake. "What?"

"The vampire realm. I need to go back. There’s work to do."

Ken rubbed his eyes, sat up straighter. "Work? We just killed a god. What work?"

Lucifer’s hand drifted to his pocket. The Authority was still there, warm against his thigh.

"I’m going to find a way to bring her back."

The words landed heavy.

No one asked who. They all knew.

Ken’s expression shifted—from confusion to understanding to something that looked like pain. "Francisca."

"Yes."

Ken opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again. Finally, he just nodded.

"Okay."

Lucifer blinked. "Okay?"

"You heard me." Ken stood up, stretched his arms above his head. "I don’t understand half the shit you do. I don’t understand how you ripped Adam’s heart out or why your hair turned black or what that rock in your pocket is supposed to do."

He walked over and clapped Lucifer on the shoulder.

"But I trust you. You’ve earned that."

Lucifer stared at him.

Ken grinned—tired, crooked, real. "So go. Find a way. Bring her back. And when you do, I’ll buy her a drink and apologize for all the times I called her a fox behind her back."

Lucifer’s throat tightened. "She knew."

"Of course she knew. She was sharp." Ken’s grin softened. "That’s why Mob loved her."

He stepped back.

"Now get out of here before I get emotional. I’ve got a reputation to maintain."

Lucifer nodded once. He looked at Mob.

The half-angel stood apart from the others, his wings folded, his face unreadable. But his eyes—those ancient, tired eyes—held something soft.

"Mob."

"Lucifer."

They didn’t need many words. They never had.

"I’m going to find a way."

Mob nodded slowly. "I know."

"I don’t know how long it’ll take. Or if it’s even possible."

"It’s possible."

Lucifer’s brow furrowed. "How do you know?"

Mob’s lips twitched—the closest thing to a smile he ever showed.

"Because you’re doing it."

He stepped forward, close enough to put a hand on Lucifer’s shoulder.

"I trust you."

Lucifer’s jaw tightened. "Thank you."

Mob’s hand squeezed once, then dropped.

"I’ll speak to my father. Michael. He’s old. If anyone has knowledge about resurrection—about cheating death—it would be him."

Lucifer’s eyes widened. "You’d do that?"

"For her?" Mob shrugged. "Yes."

He turned and walked back toward the camp, pausing just long enough to look over his shoulder.

"Don’t take too long. I hate waiting."

Then he was gone, swallowed by the shadows.

Lucifer watched him go, then turned to Ruka.

The cambion stood with Temmy at his side, her arm looped through his, her head resting against his shoulder. They looked peaceful. Grounded. Like they’d found something the rest of them were still searching for.

"Ruka."

Ruka looked up. "Lucifer."

"What are your plans? Now that it’s over."

Ruka glanced at Temmy. She smiled up at him—small, tired, but full of something that looked like hope.

"The spirit realm," Ruka said. "That’s where my home is. I’ve been away too long."

He pressed a kiss to Temmy’s forehead. She closed her eyes, leaning into him.

"We both have."

Lucifer nodded. "Enjoy. You’ve earned it."

Ruka studied him for a moment. "You’re not going to ask me to stay?"

"Would you?"

"No."

"Then what’s the point?"

Ruka laughed—a real laugh, surprised out of him.

"You’re an ass."

"I’ve been told."

Ruka extended his hand. Lucifer took it.

"Don’t die," Ruka said.

"Wasn’t planning on it."

Ruka held on for a moment longer, then let go.

"Temmy."

She opened her eyes, looked at Lucifer.

"Thank you," she said quietly. "For bringing him back."

Lucifer shook his head. "He brought himself back. I just... opened the door."

Temmy’s smile widened. "Then thank you for opening the door."

She tugged Ruka’s arm.

"Come on. I want to go home."

Ruka nodded. He turned to Lucifer one last time.

"If you need me—"

"I know where to find you."

Ruka’s lips curved. "Good."

He raised his hand. A portal opened behind them—soft, silver, smelling of rain and old forests.

They stepped through.

And then they were gone.

---

Daniel was still there.

Leaning against a piece of rubble, arms crossed, watching. He hadn’t joined the goodbyes. Hadn’t moved at all.

Lucifer walked toward him.

"Daniel."

"Lucifer."

They stood there for a moment, two predators sizing each other up.

"I guess we don’t have any bad blood anymore," Lucifer said.

Daniel raised an eyebrow. "That depends."

"On what?"

Daniel pushed off from the rubble, walking a slow circle around Lucifer.

"On whether you have eyes for my throne."

Lucifer snorted.

"I have an entire vampire realm to rule. I can’t add the demon realm to that."

Daniel stopped in front of him. "Could you?"

"Probably." Lucifer shrugged. "But I don’t want to."

"Good answer." Daniel’s eyes narrowed. "And mother? She hasn’t retired."

"No. She hasn’t."

"Doesn’t matter." Daniel waved a hand. "Even if she did, the throne wouldn’t go to you. You’re not full demon."

"I know."

"You know?"

Lucifer met his gaze.

"I don’t want your throne, Daniel. I never did. I want one thing."

Daniel’s expression softened—just a fraction.

"Francisca."

"Yes."

Daniel was quiet for a long moment. Then he laughed—short, sharp, bitter.

"You’re a fool."

"Probably."

"A lovesick fool chasing a ghost."

Lucifer’s jaw tightened. "You know I don’t love her that way, right?"

Daniel stepped closer.

"Yeah, that’s why I respect it."

Lucifer blinked. "What?"

Daniel’s grin returned—sharp, wicked, but real.

"Love. Devotion. Stupidity. They’re all the same thing, aren’t they?" He clapped Lucifer on the shoulder. "You’re willing to tear apart reality for a woman who’s been dead for years. That’s either madness or romance. I haven’t decided which."

He stepped back.

"Either way, it’s impressive."

Lucifer stared at him.

"Was that a compliment?"

Daniel’s grin widened. "Don’t get used to it."

He raised his hand. A portal opened behind him—dark, smoking, smelling of sulfur and ash.

"If you need me—"

"I know where to find you."

Daniel nodded. "Good."

He stepped through the portal.

Then he was gone.

---

Lucifer stood alone.

The camp was quiet now. His friends were scattered—some asleep, some gone, some watching from a distance.

Ella was still there.

She hadn’t said goodbye. She never did.

"You ready?" she asked.

Lucifer looked at her. At the woman who’d followed him through wars and ruins and the end of the world.

"Yeah."

She nodded. "Then let’s go."

They walked toward the vampire gate.

The portal hummed as they approached, its surface rippling like liquid shadow. Beyond it, Lucifer could see the spires of the vampire realm—dark, beautiful, waiting.

He paused at the threshold.

"Never thought one day, you would walk beside me."