She throws a pillow across the room, screaming.

"What am I doing wrong!?!"

I try to calm her down, but she just gets angrier. Now, I stay silent, knowing better than to get in the way of Angry Hormonal Lucifer.

"I've protected myself, I've hidden myself in Hell, I haven't shown myself outside and yet I still manage to lose the baby!"

She stops, spinning towards me, pointing her finger in my direction. She takes a step closer with each word.

"If you have told anyone of my pregnancy, if you are preventing me from my freedom, I will burn the flesh right off your body and make sure you are alive and fully conscious for every waking moment."

Having already gone through this temper tantrum four other times, I know it's just an empty threat. She stops right in front of me and her lip starts trembling. Her hands cover her face as she starts crying. I wait until she leans against me, knowing better than to force her. When she does, I proceed to wrap my arms around her, lifting her before sitting on the couch with her. She bawls against my chest, shaking uncontrollably.

"Why am I such a failure?"

"You aren't a failure."

We both look in the direction the voice came from. A strange girl is standing in the foyer.

"Nicki?"

"Hey, Luci. Long time no see."

"What are you doing here?"

"I've got an alarming rate of miscarriages from you. I'm the patron saint of children, so I've come to investigate why this is happening."

"Then you aren't going to get a response. I'm trying to figure out that same question myself."

"Why are you even interested in having children now, Luci?"

"I want to be free. I've been shunned for eons. I just want to be freed from Hell."

"So you are following the prophecy and trying to bear a child."

"Exactly. I never even thought of the truth behind it until I found out I was pregnant after a trip to the hospital. I didn't even believe it at the time, until Raphael sent a lower level to turn my baby and I into a kabob."

"So you and your husband are trying to free you?"

"Andrew is my boyfriend. Not my husband."

"Oh."

Nicki's failed attempt at a poker face brings Lucifer to her feet.

"What aren't you telling me, Nicholas?"

"I've said too much already. I have to leave."

In a split second, too quick for me to even see every movement, Lucifer has Nicki pinned against the wall, one hand holding Nicki's arms above her head and the other pressed against Nicki's throat, causing her to sputter and gasp for oxygen.

"Tell me what you know!"

Another split second and Nicki is gone. Lucifer looks around, frustrated. Then she screams.

"That's all you got? Taking away a valuable piece of information? Haven't I been through enough?!"

She breaks down again, her knees kissing the floor. I watch in awe as she screams up towards, most likely, God. When she curls up in the fetal position, I approach her, using extreme caution. Then, she's scrambling into my arms, clinging onto me for dear life.