Libby groaned, her eyes fluttering open. "Good morning. Good morning. Good morning to you," a familiar voice sang happily. She looked up to see her father staring down at her. She tugged her arms, only to look over and see them chained above her to the ceiling. She stood on her tiptoes, the chains holding her a bit too high for her small frame.

"Where am I?" she asked groggily. Lucifer grinned.

"Sweet, sweet, Nebraska, my dear daughter. It's been a few months since we took you. But don't worry, you're all healed up and ready to fight for me. You just needed to sleep for a long time. Hunting with the Winchester wasn't helping you at all," Lucifer explained to her. Her eyes widened and she could feel the power surge through her. Libby tugged on the chains furiously, her heart rate rising. Lucifer watched in amusement. "Those chains are strong enough to hold you, Libby. I had them made just for you. Consider it a gift." She scowled at him, trying to move towards him, but the chains just yanked her back.

"You sick bastard!" she screamed. She kicked her legs wildly, trying to land a kick somewhere on his vessel's body. He just took a step back, Libby's legs not being able to reach that far. "Let me go! Let me go!"

"Sh, sh, sh, sh, sh," Lucifer said, shaking his head. "No need to throw a tantrum. You're just gonna help me do one small, simple, little thing." She stopped, her hair wild, and looked up at him as her chest heaved up and down in attempt to catch her breath. "You're going to get Sam Winchester to say yes."

"I will never help you. Do you understand me? Never. I may be your daughter by blood, but not by heart. I have no loyalty to you. You're the reason I was locked in Hell all because you couldn't keep your feelings in check!" Libby shouted. Lucifer mocked a frown at her. Libby knew all of his tricks and his schemes. She had watched him for millenniums.

"You're gonna help me. You know why?" Lucifer held up her sword, smirking. "Because I have this and it's the only thing that can kill you."

"Then kill me, you sick bastard. Do it," Libby spat. "I'd rather spend the rest of eternity in Hell than help you." Lucifer chuckled, dragging the edge of the sword down Libby's arm lightly, pushing, but not enough to break the skin.

"You've taken a liking to Sam Winchester. You see, normally the father would meet the boyfriend so he can get his approval and yada, yada, yada. But this man....oh, I definitely don't approve. He's someone that wants to kill me."

"News flash, shit-head; every sane person wants to kill you," Libby told him. Lucifer raised an eyebrow at his daughter.

"I've been told that you and my true vessel are soulmates. Is that correct?" Libby didn't answer, making Lucifer nod. "I'll take that as a yes. You see, Libby, I don't believe in God's plan. 'Why?' you may ask." Libby just glared at him.

"No, I didn't ask. I'm truly not interested in what daddy dearest did to screw your ass over. I'm just interested in taking that sword and driving it through your chest," Libby sneered. Lucifer held up the blade, studying it with pursed lips before laughing.

"This? This old thing can't kill me. Only you. You can't kill me, honey. No one can. Well, maybe God, but last I heard he's gone. That must've been a real disappointment for you when you arrived on Earth." You have no idea, Libby thought. But she would never voice the thought to her father. Lucifer shrugged. "I told you not to trust people."

"I think that's the only time I ever listened. I didn't trust you. If you're gonna kill me then do it already. I'd like to make Hell comfy cozy," Libby said sarcastically with a roll of her blue eyes. Lucifer scowled at her, slashing the sword across her arm. Libby let out an ear piercing scream of pain, breathing heavily through gritted teeth. "Do it!" she screamed. "Just kill me!"

"And why would I do that? With enough torture I can get you on my side. I would never kill my own flesh and blood," he told her thoughtfully. Libby just laughed, thinking back to Gabriel. She had to push through the pain in order to escape. She still had a job to do. She had to prove Gabriel wrong. She had to prove everyone who ever doubted her wrong.

Her face was bruised, purple and blue spots scattered around her pale skin, but she didn't know why.

"Your demons already tried that. It never worked. I never broke. I never gave up my mission." She gulped, catching her breath. "If you don't kill me then I'll just escape and throw your ass in the Cage right alongside me." Lucifer turned around, pacing a bit, before spinning back towards his daughter and landing a punch on the side of her face. There was a sickening crack coming from her jaw and blood trickled out of the corner of her mouth. Libby spit a mix of blood and saliva on the ground in between her and her father. She kept her gaze down, letting her head hang against her chest.

"You're going to join me, Libby. You might as well save yourself the pain and do it now," Lucifer warned, anger clear in his eyes. She looked up.

"No." Lucifer swung the blade, watching as it sliced through her jeans and broke the skin. Blood stained the blue skinny jeans, seeping further and further from the wound.

"I see physical torture doesn't affect you, but I know what does; humanity. I'm gonna make you watch as I kill Dean and torture Sam," he growled. Libby rolled her eyes.

"What are you going on about?" she asked, annoyed and wishing he'd just shut up and kill her. Lucifer's lips curled into a smirk.

"You may be strong now, Libby. Stronger than you've ever been, but even you can't take the emotional pain of watching Sam and Dean Winchester suffer." She stared into his eyes, not letting her fear show.

"They mean nothing to me," she lied smoothly. "I just used them as sources to get to you. I wasn't siding with Heaven and I definitely wasn't siding with you. When will you learn that there's nothing you can do to get me on your side, Lucifer?" Lucifer turned on his heel and walked out of the large, empty, warehouse. A pool of blood started to form under Libby's feet as the blood seeped from her wounds. Libby felt her wounds heal slowly, the cells rapidly regenerating in her body to stop the blood from continuing to pour out from her legs and arm. She kept her gaze locked on the door, waiting for her father to return any minute.

It was days before Lucifer came back. Days of Libby just hanging by the chains all alone. Days of a billion different scenarios running through her mind. She wondered if the Apocalypse would end, or if Lucifer would win. She wondered what Heaven would do if they won. Would everything go back to the way it was? Would Dean be safe and alive, living a normal human life?

What if it already happened and Lucifer won? What if Sam was dead, and maybe even Dean.

Libby couldn't seem to find any positive thoughts, probably the result of living her whole life in the depths of Hell. She wondered if things would be different if she had just refused to go. If Lucifer would have escaped sooner, or not escaped at all. If Libby had never gone, would he win the Apocalypse? Would anyone win with her as an asset, or would everything be destroyed, the universe a big pile of ash?

Long ago Libby had lost her faith in God. About a year to be exact. She had accepted that He was truly gone, left to live a normal life and laugh as His creations failed. He was probably watching now, watching as His own son beat the living hell out of his own daughter. "You bastard," Libby whispered on the sixth day, shaking her head. "You left me! You left all of us!" she screamed. "I depended on you! I believed in you! I did everything you asked and you just left!" She shook her head. "I see why he turned on you. Why my father defied you as he did. You're just a man of empty promises. These people worship you, give their lives to you, and you just let them suffer like they're just some toys. They're living beings! They look to you for direction! You can't just leave!" Libby's rant had gone on for hours until the door to the warehouse opened. She glanced down from the ceiling, her eyes landing on a woman with long red hair and piercing blue eyes. She seemed oddly familiar, and then it hit her. "Dr. Cartwright?" Libby whispered. "But you were a hallucination."

"That wraith must've used me to get in your mind." Libby shook her head.

"I don't understand. Who the hell are you?" Libby demanded. The woman's face fell, any hope she had left leaving her eyes.

"Elizabeth, it's me." Libby stared at her, confused. "It's Nadia. Your mother." Libby's eyes widened as the memories all suddenly came rushing back to her at once. After being away from her mother for so long she had lost the memory of what she looked like. First it was her touch, then her voice, and then her face. It was like she had lost her mother forever. Libby relaxed at the sight of her mother standing in front of her. Nadia ran her hand along Libby's jaw. "What has your father done to you?"

"Nothing I can't handle," Libby whispered, still in shock. "How do I know you're my mother? How do I know you're even real?" Nadia shrugged.

"You just have to trust me." Libby nodded. If this woman let her out, mother or not, then she cold escape.

"O-okay," Libby said, nodding again. "Okay." Nadia reached up and uncuffed Libby's left wrist, Libby slumping down. Nadia quickly uncuffed the right, Libby rubbing her wrists as she straightened her posture. She was fully healed, stronger than ever before. Lucifer wasn't lying. He had recharged her, the cuffs were just blocking it.

"Let's go. We don't have much time," Nadia said. Libby started to run out when she caught sight of the box containing her sword. She raced over, opening the box and pulled out her sword. She secured the sheath around her waist before following Nadia out of the warehouse. "The demons are on their rounds. We only have a few minutes." Libby nodded, following the redheaded woman out to a parking lot. Libby lifted her arm to shield her eyes from the bright sun, something she hadn't seen in months.

"Why rescue me? Why now?" Libby questioned, tugging on the handle of an unlocked car. She didn't want to use her powers in fear of draining her power when she needed it most. She crouched down, hotwiring the car. It took only three minutes before the car rumbled to life.

"How did you do that?" Libby looked up at Nadia, grinning.

"I've had quite the alliance with some hunters," she said simply before climbing in the driver's seat. Nadia walked around the car and slipped in the passenger seat, Libby speeding off before Nadia could even buckle herself in. "So why rescue me?" Libby asked again.

"I just got word of your arrival." Libby furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.

"How? Everyone knew I was released at the same time as Lucifer," Libby replied, now referring to her father by name.

"Because after you were banished I rebelled. God took pity, understanding why, and sent me to a lower level. It takes a while for news to travel to us."

"Well, it's been about a year," Libby said, never taking her eyes off of the road. She glanced at the screen on the car, touching a few buttons on the screen before a navigation window came up. "Where would the big fight be?"

"Somewhere in Lawrence, Kansas, according to some of the angels," Nadia told her. Libby nodded before slamming her foot on the gas pedal, flooring it out of Nebraska. She made a detour first