Panting and grunting as Lucifer ran through the world that now seemed terrifying and strange to him, his mind raced with fears and emotions. I'm free! Someone let me out, I don't care who but thanks to them I'm out of that damn cage! he thought as he suddenly dashed across a road, unaware of the dangers of the world he now found himself in. A loud screech of a car hitting the brakes snapped him out of his daze and he jumped out of the way just in time to avoid being hit. Just as the man in the car was starting to cuss at him, he snapped his gaze in his direction, his pupils glowing red with anger. The man gasped in fear and quickly sped off, not looking back.

"Damn metal contraption!" Lucifer hissed before quickly dashing off into a wooded area, wanting to get as far as possible from the modern world that made him fearful. He knew from the stares and comments that were made that his appearance was not something the humans were accustomed to, considering he had two large horns growing from his head and he was shirtless, with a pair of pants that were from the Bronze Age. He looked strange in the world now. I need to lay low, get somewhere safe to gain my strength and figure this world out.

Meanwhile in Hell

"N-No one knows how or who had let him out, b-but the evidence suggests it was done by an Angel or some kind of heavenly source, sir..." the lesser angel stammered, looking down with shame as the Archangel stood by the cage, a gaping hole burnt into it and staring back at him, almost mocking him. Taking a deep breath in, he placed his hands regally behind his back and turned to the lesser angels. "So, Samael is free... 3000 years, all thwarted by a 'heavenly source', you say?" he speaks calmly, his voice echoing through the dark and unnatural realm of Hell, the deepest pit of its depths where the cage resides. It seemed as if the shadows were whispering to them, threatening to consume them if they let their guard down.

"We're doing everything we can sir, the watcher angels have departed for Earth to keep an eye out for any sign of his presence there. Heaven is on high alert, but it seems we still cannot contact your father. God is the only one who can deal with Lucif-" the angel is suddenly cut off by him raising his hand, silencing him immediately.

"He won't intervene, father hasn't been seen in over a millennia. He gave up a long time ago. Myself and my brothers will handle Samael... Lucifer, whatever he calls himself now." he murmurs, suddenly unfurling his wings. "Clean this mess up and whatever you do, do not wake Michael from his slumber. If he finds out Lucifer escaped and with The Michael Blade, he won't hesitate to smite the whole of earth."

With a large flap of his wings, he quickly leaves the angels alone, their shoulders slumping in relief to be out of his presence.

One week later

Lucifer paced back and forth in the living room of some humans' vacation cabin that he had taken shelter in after fleeing into the mountains, away from civilization. Thankfully the cabin had electricity and running water, at first he found it difficult to navigate the foreign modern devices but he was always a fast learner and was determined to make this work. Having found some clothing in the bedroom, he at least now didn't look as if he had just stepped out of the Bronze Age.

He slapped his palm against the screen of the tv gently, tilting his head in confusion. "What is this strange device and why can't I get it to work!" He grumbled, furrowing his brows and spinning on his heel, pacing again. I'm going crazy cooped up in this place, everything is so confusing and strange. It's no better than being back in the cage. And these clothes, they feel odd. At least I look the part. He thought to himself, running his hands through his long, black locks of hair. Finally plopping onto the couch, he lets out an exaggerated sigh and covered his face with a cushion. "This is hell." He murmurs, closing his eyes.

"No, Samael. This is Earth... a country called America to be exact.." A voice suddenly rings out through the room, causing Lucifer to spring up, raising The Michael Blade at the source. His eyes narrowing at the figure now emerging from the shadows, he lets out a low growl. That hideous name... I haven't heard it in thousands of years.

"And that, is a television, or TV as the humans call them." The figure smirks softly, pointing at the TV.

"You!" Lucifer snaps, dropping the sword and suddenly lunging at the figure, his fist aiming for their face. "YOU BETRAYED ME!"