eyemind | no rest for the wicked; semi-closed

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no rest for the wicked; semi-closed

WHO: Lucifer, Murmur, eventually Ella. Maybe others after a bit.
WHAT: The Devil has been yoinked out of Hell onto a spaceship. He's not pleased about this turn of events.
WARNINGS: Some swearing, celestial violence and Resting Devil Face.

No good deed goes unpunished, apparently.

To say that Lucifer is surprised and annoyed to find himself interdimensionally kidnapped onto a spaceship is, frankly, a massive understatement. He is livid, and it's all he can do not to simply tear into the (seemingly vaguely organic, ew) walls around him.

He contains himself, barely.

But that's not going to stop him from stalking about, looking for someone or something to take out his anger on.

"John Constantine," he calls out, a name he deliberately mispronounces as Constanteyene because it annoys the shit out of him, "if this is you, I told you the last time, we're even. You're not supposed to pull your little three-wankers-in-a-trenchcoat act on me."

Nothing. Apparently, it's not Constantine behind this - behind the mark on his hand. So, Lucifer keeps talking anyway. It's what he's good at.

"D'you think I went back to Hell for shiggles?" he calls out to anyone and no one. "I've got important business to attend to! A throne with my name on it! Demons to keep in check! The millennial performance evaluations are coming up soon, and Squee in particular is in for a world of hurt. I can't disappoint my loyal subjects." His voice is dripping with sarcasm. Honestly, anyone who chooses to cross his path in this mood is just asking for trouble.

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Right, anyway. When he pulls away from the hug, he absently fiddles with his cuff links, you know, pretending like that super emotional moment didn't just happen.

Luckily, Miss Lopez is quick to change the subject. She does know how this works.

"We must've arrived around the same time," he says, clearing his throat. "The multiverse works in mysterious ways, I suppose. You've encountered no danger, I hope?" He pauses a beat. "Well, apart from -" and waves a hand vaguely at himself. As if he's any danger to Miss Lopez.

"Nah, no danger. I mean is it suuuuuper duper weird to be on a sentient space ship? Oh yeah for sure! But also like. It's so cool! Like it's definitely going into my book even if no one believes it happened." Ella and her book with a forensic scientist who talks to (a) ghosts is something that's a constant but this would totally make a cool thing. "Like the sequel probably. Ghosts in space even if there's not really you know ghosts her that I've seen. She's seen. You know cause I don't really see ghosts. Just the character." That's very smooth, Ella. Super duper smooth.

"At least the sentient ship doesn't seem interested in eating us," Lucifer points out mildly. He's not even sure how - or if - that would work, in his case. Best not to think about it.

He raises an eyebrow when Ella begins talking about ghosts, and then - oh, right. Right. Rae-Rae.

"She's not a ghost, she's my sister. Azrael, the Angel of Death," he adds, just as mild, as if this is a totally normal conversation they're having in a totally normal place. "She somehow subtly manipulated you into moving to LA because - she wanted us to be friends, I think." His mouth twists into a grimace, because he hates feeling like he's been manipulated but also Rae-Rae was right, and he cherishes Ella's friendship.

For a moment, Ella Lopez.exe stops working. It's not entirely like she's actually played the error sound, but almost as she just stares at him, because for some reason that's more of a shock than Lucifer being the devil. Lucifer has never lied about being the devil, and it's kinda her fault for not believing him. Rae Rae however, had lied to her about being a ghost for her entire life. Like her ennntttttiiiirreeee life that Ella can remember. "Wait." The word comes after a minute and Ella just blinks because nope, that's something that still isn't computing right now.

"Rae Rae was an angel. Like the whole time. And she let me think she was a ghost?" Ella is more than a little bit angry right now. "Mi familia pensaba que estaba loca!" My family thought I was crazy! "Like yeah, they still would have thought I was crazy but they wouldn't have thought I was practically possessed if I'd said I was seeing angels!"

Well that's interesting.

Lucifer opens his mouth, thinks better of it, then closes it again, tilting his head in thought. Hm.

"I can't believe I'm about to say this," he says, starting again with a new thought, "...but I think she meant well. I'm always perfectly willing to break the rules, but my other siblings don't often have that luxury. Revealing divinity to humans has always been pretty high on the list of celestial no-nos."

Far be it for him to defend any of his siblings. Even the one who (used to be) his favorite. "...But I completely understand the feeling of betrayal."

After all, he got abandoned by all of them for millennia, because of said rules.

For a moment, Ella just considers cause she's never seen Lucifer defend any of his siblings before. Not even Amenadiel so she knows that it takes something big and like real for him to do it. And damn it, he even manages to make it make sense too. She huffs some of her ponytail back out of her face but Ella still doesn't look happy. At all. Mostly because she isn't. "I saw her when I was considering moving back to Detroit, and she still didn't tell me what she really was." Even though she knew that part of the reason for that was because Detroit was a really bad idea for her, especially then.

An even worse one now, once her family became aware of who and what Pete was.

For a moment, Ella just touched her neck again, and she asks softly. "If I almost died, she would have shown up, right? Like if say for example someone had a terrible picker and was supposed to be dating a nice guy who happened to be a serial killer?"

And that last bit has Lucifer staring at Ella, shock and concern on his features. It's possible Lucifer.exe has stopped working for a moment.

"You dated a what now?"

Oh right. "Uh..." Ella just starts and stalls for a second because this is all entirely too new even if the whole being in space thing has ended up putting a very small bit of much needed distance between her and the situation. "I tried that whole dating a nice guy thing? You know, instead of the bad people that I normally" fuck "date? Only it turns out that he definitely wasn't a good dude. He was a serial killer on a case we were working: The Whisper Killer. He liked to kill women who talked a lot by slitting their throats after paralyzing them. So you know who's a primo example? The girl. But he first asked me out to keep ahead of the investigation, cause you know yeah. Can't even like just kill me on my own merits or something." Ella is trying to rely on the jokes, but it's not going particularly well, and there's definitely some moisture in her eyes. "Well, I showed him, I guess."

Lucifer frowns at her for a moment, as if trying to assess her emotional state - as if he's any good at that, even under the best of circumstances.

"...It sounds as if you did show him. By bringing him to justice," he finally says quietly. "And he tried to kill you? But - didn't." He drops a hand to her shoulder, squeezes, almost as if to reassure himself.

"No, he didn't kill me. I found his hidden room where he was growing lilies. They were his signature. I also found the drugs he used to keep the women paralyzed and I used that against him when he was strangling me. Then I called you." Ella had definitely called Lucifer personally before she'd called in the rest of the team and the unies to collect him. Ella just shivers a little bit before she fixes a smile on her face that has some thinning and fraying edges. "We'd thought that he'd kidnapped Chloe, and you and Maze were talking about how to go about it when I went in there and got the info out of him." There's a paleness in her skin when she mentions it, and it's harder to shove that off, but she waves a hand. "You know, normal serial killer bullshit, darkness inside of me blah blah blah." Just ignore all of that part, please. She's definitely fine. Really. Totally fine.

Lucifer frowns at this info dump. Not at Ella, per se, just... all of it.

"Of course you got it out of him, you're you," he says after a moment, matter-of-factly. That sort of thing is simply not in question for Lucifer. Ella, like all of the humans he cares about, is remarkable. Smart, strong, capable of anything. Just like the Detective, just like Doctor Linda. He never doubts any of their abilities.

"So, what, he tried to get in your head? Of course he did. And it seems like it worked," he adds after a moment, studying her carefully. "Though I can't think why you'd ever listen to the opinion of a known serial killer."

For a moment, Ella just looks at him and then she shakes her head. What she wants to say, and what she wishes to say is a jumble in her head, but it's hard for her to get it out. It's going to keep being hard for her to get it out because while hearing Lucifer saying that helps, it's not going to fix it. Not even seeing Linda for a while after Pete is going to fix what happened to her, and what Ella believes about herself. It would be easier if it could, but Ella and Lucifer are more alike than either one of them want to admit and this is one of those ways that they are.

"Lucifer..." Ella starts and then she stops, because she doesn't know what to say to that. Just like there's nothing that he can say to make it better, there's nothing that Ella can say to make it easier for him to understand. "I told you before," Ella finally tries, calling back to when she'd started working for the LAPD: "I've got a lot of darkness in here." He'd not believed her then, and Ella knows that, but she also knows that she's not wrong. There's a reason why she's always attracted to bad people.

"Mm," Lucifer says, mock-seriously. "Must explain why you're such an exceptional hugger."

C'mon, Ella.

"You're talking to literally the Devil, Miss Lopez, or did you need to see my face again? Trust me, I know human darkness and depravity. I've spent millennia orchestrating the punishments of the worst of humanity. You're precisely the opposite of all that."

He glances around, frowning. "Come on, have you had the official tour yet? I know I haven't."

Ella isn't surprised that Lucifer doesn't see it. He's her friend and she knows that he's always going to think the best of her. But that doesn't change in the slightest the fact that Ella herself believes it and she's going to keep believing it. It would take an act of his Dad to make her stop (and you know it does) but she's used to not talking about it. After all, hadn't Pete been able to hide what he was from Lucifer? Not only Lucifer but also Amenadiel and Chloe and Dan and Maze. Pete had been able to fool all of them (including her rotten old picker, which thank you very much, damn it) and not a single one of them had done anything but to push her towards him. How could any of them be a judge of darkness or not considering that? It's going to be something (something else, honestly.) that's going to keep Ella up at night when she should be sleeping.

Maybe sleep has some like awesome treatments for insomnia. It was a hope anyway.

"Nah, I made a post and was just like you know, wandering around and stuff. Let's go see if there's a good bar and a piano. We know that you're not you without both." It's a grin that's a little more lopsided than Ella would like, but she gives it anyway while offering him an arm.

Lucifer does know enough by now that just telling her how he sees her won’t change her mind. All he can do is continue to be her friend, really. Anything else is on her.

So he links arms with her.

“I doubt they have anything up to my standards but it can’t hurt to look.”

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