At the simple question of his brothers being alive, Lucifer reached into his jacket to retrieve his flask and drained the remainder of the contents before speaking. "All but one, and my sisters are all alive and well." He was less confident as he replied, and he hoped that would be the end of it. "Yes, our Father was missing in action for so, so, so long, until he recently showed up to tell Amenadiel, Michael, and myself that he doesn't like it when we fight. Then, I was gone, and it was rather bloody inconvenient if you ask me." Lucifer growled, angry that he hadn't had the opportunity to speak with his father before disappearing.
"Michael, in Hell for over a decade? Oh, that is something I would very much have loved to see. Though, there's no way I would be able to keep him locked up." He listened to Jack carefully and gave a nod in response. "Jack, why did you need to redeem yourself in the first place?" He couldn't help but wonder what he had done to feel such a way. "I don't really think it's possible to fix everything. Then again, I have never created anything."
Lucifer rose from the chair and walked in the direction of the bar. "There are multiple varieties of hard liquor, I'm sure that something might catch your interest. I prefer Scotch, vodka is an option, tequila. There's also wine, and of course, you can certainly get yourself a beer at the bar."