[ooc: the second option contains spoilers for season 4 of Lucifer. If you want a clip of the second option, it's here. If you want in-person VR instead of video, go here.]

Option 1

There are no distinguishing characteristics about this place; it’s supposed to be a paradise designed to reward those worthy of eternal life, and each of them will imagine it differently once they’re there. Besides, the person whose memory this is doesn’t think of it as a paradise, so it doesn’t look like one.

The single clue to what this place is is the mass of angels occupying the space. At least one can assume they’re angels, since they’ve all got wings, in varying hues from dark gray to pure white. All of them except for two, anyway, and it’s impossible to make out what they look like.

The angels are standing in a circle around another angel, one with pure white wings. Those who have met him, or seen him on the network, recognize him as Lucifer. Lucifer, it seems, is having an argument with one of the non-winged figures. The rest of the angels are watching silently. (The argument is happening in the celestial language, so only another celestial being can make it out.) The argument grows more heated, and still the rest of the angels remain silent.

The nebulous figure points, with one hand, in a direction behind Lucifer. The scene shifts, and Lucifer stands in a new location, alone, and a massive pair of gates clangs shut behind him. (Yes, the Silver City really does have gates.)

The scene shifts again, and now it’s dark and gloomy, full of sharp rocks as far as the eye can see. Doors to not-yet-occupied cells jut out from the rocks. Looking closely reveals that none of the doors have locks.

Standing in the midst of his new domain, a change comes over Lucifer. In place of the face everyone knows, a new one, complete with glowing red eyes, appears. His wings are still pure white.

He’s more alone now than he’s ever been.

Option 2

He’s standing on a balcony, the sounds of LA traffic and his nightclub far below. He knows what he has to do to keep them safe. Not just the people he’s come to care about in his years here, but all of them. Everyone in Los Angeles, and the rest of the world, too. Their only chance at living their lives is if he keeps the demons at bay.

He hears the elevator doors open behind him, and he knows before she says anything that it’s Chloe. It’s all been taken care of, Charlie’s back with his parents, and that was his main goal. Whatever happens next, whatever the fallout of this is, he won’t be here to see it. He has to leave. It’s his only choice. Chloe knows it before he’s even finished saying it, but she doesn’t want to hear it any more than he wants to say it. Even as she begs him to stay with her, he knows he can’t.

This is the hardest thing he’s ever had to do. Harder even than the times he died to keep Chloe safe. This time he knows what he’s giving up, and doesn’t know if he’ll ever get a chance at it again. Chloe, his friends, their lives will eventually go on without him. Will he ever see any of them again? Only time will tell. There’s one truth here, and nothing else matters right now.

"They must have a king."

And he has to leave all of them behind, and his life here behind, and go back to the one place he never wanted to see again. Back to Hell. He unfurls his wings – back to the same pure white angel wings they’d been until recently – and after a moment to enjoy the fact that the woman he loves also loves him, he disappears from the balcony.

A moment later he’s on a rocky throne atop a spire of rock that towers over other spires of rock. The king has returned.