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Detective Chloe Decker.

I could've sworn I mentioned her— ah, maybe I didn't.

By the way, I'm keeping this pillow.

you mentioned the detective which i'm still trying to wrap my head around.

didn't mention the kid. you're hanging around kids now? you really have gone native back in that old city, haven't you?

keep it, it's blessed. hope it burns you.

[ It's not. He just wants to be difficult. He could do that though. It's an idea. ]

It can't hurt me, I'm an angel.

And no, I'm not hanging around kids. I don't like the cretin, but she means a lot to Chloe.

fallen angel. wards seem to do a bang-up job keeping you out there.

ah, so it's chloe. you're keen on her aren't you?

I'm just the regular kind of angel, thank you very much.

Of course I am. I enjoy her company, and working with her. We make quite the team with her smarts and my charms.

sure you are, chief.

working with her. like a real job? if charm is all you're bringing to the table i'm sure she's doing most of the work.

Indeed, and one I take quite seriously.
I'm a civilian consultant for the Los Angeles Police Department.

Oh, no. My powers come in handy for talking to people, she greatly appreciates it.

consultant.

for the police.

[ It takes an awful lot to pique his interest these days. Even more still to leave him gobsmacked. This definitely fits that bill.

Which is why when the door opens this time, John actually comes out on the porch. He's clearly dubious. ]

You're having a bloody laugh.

[And just like that, Lucifer looks downright offended.]

I certainly am not. I don't lie; you know that.

[ His chin tilts a little in defiance of that look. He's stared down worse. Even if Old Scratch does raise the hair on the back of his neck more than he'd care to admit. ]

You're right, I do. Which still leaves me gobsmacked as to why exactly you'd be meddling in human affairs willingly.

It started out as revenge. A girl who used to work for me had aspirations for fame, to be a singer, was murdered. I'd met a record producer in my time in Los Angeles, and sent her on her way. She came back to me one night asking for assurances she wasn't a slave to the Devil or other nonsense.

She'd fallen prey to the dangers of fame; I told her all I wanted from her was to get her life back together. And then a hitman comes out of nowhere, shoots us both.

The police were brought in, of course. And I was a witness. So I tagged along with the officer assigned to the case, Chloe Decker.

[Lucifer sighs dramatically.]

It was the record producer, by the way. As far as I know the bastard's still in the loony bin after seeing my devil face.

Most regular folk get cagey when they get favors from the Devil. Or anyone in your employ. Usually leaves a sour taste in the mouth.

[ He's not bastard enough to keep pushing as he is when he says how she died. Revenge, he gets. Usually that sort of thing is directed at him, though. Comes with the territory. People around him die.

His mouth turns down and his tongue clicks with that bit of knowledge. ]

Got off easy if that's all you did to him.

[John gets a look at the first statement, but Lucifer seems willing to ignore it with a shrug.]

I had to work within the rules of the police. Couldn't very well break every bone in his body, could I? He won't harm anyone anymore, no more taking advantage of young girls who don't know what he's truly like.

[ Hey, at least he's being honest. It's not like he's going to try and run a con on the King of Hell. Least not at the moment. ]

Had to? Since when do you have to do anything you don't want? Nothing stopping you from punishing the bastard properly.

[ Didn't stop him when he needed Maze out of hell and nobody else Lucifer knew had the juice to get her past the gates. Popping down is one thing. Bringing someone out with you is another thing altogether. ]

Suppose him pissing himself and crying his eyes out for the rest of his miserable life is something if it means others won't end up like that girl.

Because I run a nightclub in Los Angeles. Where would I go? They couldn't keep me locked up, but I've no desire to ruin the life I've built for myself.

[He gives a frustrated look.]

So I played by the rules. I don't mind it, to be honest. Gives them a chance to be punished in life, and not just in death.

Never figured that'd be enough to have you showing restraint. Money, connections. Out there you could get away with whatever you wanted.

[ Is he frustrated at John or at the fact that he's calling him out?

He reaches into his pockets to find his ciggies and lighter, pulling them out as he wanders down the stairs. The wards won't work here. He pulls one out for himself and offers the pack out for Lucifer. ]

Got a taste for it then. Tell you what, I could've used that dealing with this bastard Satanist way back. I know, I know, nothing to do with you but the outliers in that group have got some pretty twisted notions.

[Lucifer doesn't say anything to that, mostly because he isn't sure how to feel about it all. He had been the sort of person happily doing whatever he wanted, but the thing about hedonism is that it gets old and boring, and isn't actually that satisfying.]

Oh, I've dealt with some twisted devil-worshipers already. Bastard was going around slaughtering teenagers because he thought it would impress me.

[fuck people who hurt others, tbh]

[ John knows. He was there for some of the happily doing whatever or whoever. Technicality, that. Time was he considered doing away with this line of work. The thought of Des reminds him that his heart is still very, very broken. What's left of the withered thing, at any rate. ]

Our two would've made a right pair then. [ He says it and it leaves a sour taste. ] One I met killed three girls before I got pulled in. Barely got to the last one in time, but it's sorted now.

[ Wholeheartedly agree. ]

Tried him on the way.

Edited (sorry forgot icon) 2020-04-17 20:26 (UTC)

Disgusting. In my case, it was because Amena—

[He cuts himself off abruptly.]

My brother and I weren't exactly getting along, he thought it was a good idea to pull a soul from Hell to get me to go back. Corrupt cop was left braindead in a shootout. Needless to say, he regretted that.

[Lucifer kind of hates devil-worshipers.]

He'll have a lovely time in Hell, I'm sure.

[ Eyebrows go up at the start of a name before he cuts himself off. Probably for the best not to give an exorcist and master of the dark arts a name. Names are power after all. He lights his smoke, taking a drag as he listens.

Family drama then. It's a wonder the old town is standing still. Celestials and their bloody wank fests. His eyes narrow at the explanation before his expression gives way to a little bit of shock. ]

Did your brother go falling out of the sky and crack his head? In what world would that ever be a good bloody idea?

[ He thinks to Astra and her current machinations causing havoc all through time. That's bad enough. No one needs the angels getting involved in it. Again. ]

Torture pits are too good for a bastard like that. Hope that lot has worse in store for him.

I don't know. We weren't exactly getting along when he went and did that. Regretted it, of course. The bastard nearly killed him, and I'll be honest, I'm not sure how Maze was able to save Amenadiel. He'd been stabbed with one of her blades, something that bastard was able to get his hands on somehow.

[At least the corrupt cop is back in Hell where he belongs.]

I'm sure the Lilin have come up with plenty of games to keep themselves amused, and him regretting every terrible act he's ever done.

But you two are sorted now? Thick as thieves or at least not at each other's throats, I'd hope. Nothing like a reunion to bring the old band back together.

Stabbed with a demon blade and survived. Must've been a celestial kick that helped with it.

[ Maybe the bastard cop and the Satanist can be flatmates. ]

Oh, to be a fly on that wall. I say that but I've already got a room of my own queued up. It's not much to look at.

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