When father had given you the task of going down to earth to take Lucifer back to hell, you had felt mixed emotions. Part of you was excited, you were one of his younger children, and hadn't been allowed to go to earth more than a handful of times. Even those times had been quick in and out missions, leaving you with barely enough time to look at his creation.
You were also happy, since before Lucifer was assigned to rule hell, the two of you had been close. He was the one who taught you everything you knew, and help you out when you needed it. In short, he was the perfect big brother for you, and the only one you ever connected with in such a deep level.
But most of all, you were sad. You knew from whispers among your siblings that Lucifer had taken a liking to his new home. You were very much aware of how much he hates hell, after all, he wasn't evil, but the position father forced him into made everyone see him as a cruel person.
He was a punisher, forced to the job. Never did he as