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[ Ah look, a new, and very handsome, face on the network! Enjoy your first look at Lucifer, residents of Navi. You're welcome.

He looks about forty, and sounds British, though he is of course neither. His smile, while wide and brilliant and charming, doesn't quite reach his eyes, which can best be described as "sad puppy dog brown". He's very well-dressed, though there might be a drop of blood or two on the otherwise-pristine collar of his white dress shirt - from a cut that's healing nicely on his temple. ]

Right, introductions are in order, I think. I'm Lucifer - Morningstar, yes, that one. Ruler of Hell, Satan, Beelzebub, all of that, but probably not the Devil you know. I'd rather keep the murder attempts at a minimum, they're very annoying. I don't lie, I don't kill, and I don't eat babies - that was a joke, I had no idea Dante would take me literally on that one. Milton got a little closer to the truth but the metaphors are always way off!

[ He sighs, shrugs, and pulls out a flask, taking a swig from it, then scowling at it for a moment. ]

Right, so, ask away, everyone always has questions, but I have a few as well. I don't suppose anyone has any decent liquor on board?

[ He tips the flask, and nothing comes out. He's empty. SAD TROMBONE. ]

And can we make requests? Perhaps we can try to stop off at a planet with a halfway decent piano bar next. It's been ages since I've seen the inside of one that wasn't a Hell loop.

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Not really. In my world, angels have no duty to humanity and almost none of them care a whit for mortals at all. Amenadiel and myself are really the exceptions, because, well. We’ve found humans we care for.

[ He sees no need to be more specific, especially about himself. ]

What’s your incentive?

Really? Interesting. We do, overall, have an expectation to oversee. To guide, to protect. An expectation that is rarely fulfilled these days as our meddling can prove to be more problematic than beneficial so it must be exercised quietly, and with great care.

Of course that duty is typically reserved for the lowest sphere, those closer to humanity and thus granted with a greater understanding of their needs and behavior as well as autonomy and free will. I am not of their Order.

[He doesn't offer what Order he's from.]

Doubtless given the difference between us that information is useless to you. No, instead this is a more personal matter. I have obtained... a friend. I can't say I've ever had one of those before.

[He looks almost... wistful.]

[ Lucifer looks delighted by this news. ]

Oooooh, so you can feel things other than monotony! Good for you, are they here or are you pining for them?

[ Lucifer is pining, for the record. ]

Are they a friend or a friend? I mean, it does seem extreme, execution just for a little fraternizing, your world does have birth control, no?

[He's just very bad at displaying it. Murmur's a work in progress, learning this whole free-will, self actualizing, feeling thing.]

It's certainly novel. She is here, you may have spoken with her already.

[He had noticed some pining, but he wasn't going to press. That would be rude.]

A friend, nothing more and nothing less. I have not chosen a vessel that is her type, for one, and the execution risk for another. It does, but we tend to bypass chemical methods, and physical barriers are only so effective. The birth of a Nephilim is too great a risk to allow for any leniency.

[ The pining should not be noticeable at all!!!! (It's pretty noticeable.) ]

Talk about a mood-killer. What's her name, anyway? Perhaps I have met her.

[ He's spoken to several ladies here since his arrival! ]

[Even if he weren't horrifyingly invasive with his weird empathy and angel senses, which he is, he'd have picked up on the pining. Lucifer really does a terrible job of hiding it.]

Quite. Not that I needed to be "in the mood" so to speak anyway. [He's fine with not.]

Jack.

[She's a very friendly local monster.]

[ Lucifer is nothing if not a heart-on-his-sleeve kinda guy. ]

The atheist witch! Good choice. I love a contradiction in terms.

Anyway, congratulations, you've taken the first step on the road to - well, I'm not sure what, really, apart from a lot of emotional turmoil. At least she's not a therapist.

Yes! Delightful, is she not? Quite skilled as well, I have been teaching her a bit of elemental control to add to her arsenal. A little firepower goes a long way.

[He still thinks it's hilarious she's an atheist hanging out with an angel.]

My thanks. It has been interesting thus far, I am grateful she's patient with my lack of mortal understanding. It has certainly proven to be interesting thus far. You have a therapist?

I did, back in LA. For several years. Doctor Linda! And I really couldn't have asked for a better one. It may not be obvious, but - [ he waves a hand vaguely at himself ] - there's a lot of baggage here. She helped me sort through some of it.

Just because you are here, does not mean she isn't there.

[He reminds gently. Linda probably still exists and he doesn't expect they'll be out there long enough for that question to have to be considered too hard. Lucifer's comments do earn something of a faint smirk.]

What? You? No, perish the thought.

[The monotone doesn't break much but there is the faintest hint of sarcasm there, coupled with a faint smirk.]

[ Ahhh, he can make a joke! Progress! Lucifer smirks, but also shakes his head slightly. ]

She is certainly still in LA, safe and sound. What I'm not sure about is if I'll ever see her again. Miss Lopez seems to think I will. But...

[ But that kind of hope is something he's not sure he ought to allow himself. ]

When I returned to Hell, I assumed it would be permanent.

[He can! He's been working on it. There is some small amount of success.]

Ah, yes, that would complicate things. [A thoughtful sound.] They are like that, aren't they? Hopeful. Perhaps it is a trait we would do well to learn to emulate.

[It's framed as idle musing, yes, but there's an underlying something to his words that make it seem like maybe he's not just blowing hot air. Who can say?]

Regardless, it's impossible to say. First we would have to return you both to your own universe.

I'd like to emulate it.

[ He sighs. ]

But the only way I could ever come back without risking innocent lives would be if the rules of Hell were fundamentally changed. And only one being can do that. And He never has, and I can't imagine why He ever would. Just for - for me?

[ Lucifer snorts derisively at the very thought. God would never do anything just for him. The rebellious, wayward son. The fallen favorite.

But He has done something just for him, already. He made sure Chloe was born. A gift, and Lucifer still doesn't understand why, and probably never will. ]

[Another thoughtful sound. It's not as though he can speak on behalf of God in any way, much less one outside of his own universe. Murmur does have some experience with unexpected happenings however, even if Lucifer likely would never believe him.]

Stranger things have happened.

[He sips his tea. Perhaps Lucifer is the wayward son, yet this one... This one had a lot more heart to him than he let himself see.]

In the meantime, you do have something of a vacation. Unintentional as it may be.

Like miracles?

[ He smiles, humorlessly. ]

And yes, quite the vacation. Exactly what I would've chosen for myself, as a reprieve from Hell.

[ Oooh, now who's being sarcastic? ]

Like miracles.

[They do happen. Why not for them, the first children? Even the rebellious one deserves a break once in a while. At least Murmur thinks so.]

I didn't say it was a good vacation.

Dad almost never goes in for miracles.

[ Almost. ] He doesn't even talk to my unfallen siblings, or so Amenadiel tells me.

And a vacation is, by definition, supposed to be fun. The multiverse is shit at vacations, clearly. Ah, well. If there's one thing I'm good at, it's making my own fun.

[Murmur doesn't think he needs to further emphasize that almost does not mean never. Instead he moves on.]

It would seem our respective fathers do, in fact, have something in common. Gone out for the proverbial pack of cigarettes.

[It's been very inconvenient. He offers a helpless little shrug.]

This is what happens when the planning is done by something that is without form, or thought. I have every faith that you are, and look forward to seeing what you come up with.

[Teach him about this fun, Lucifer.]

Oh, don't worry, I'm good at sharing.

[ Annnnnnnd he's back with the shit-eating grin. ]

[Oh good, the moping didn't last long.]

How generous of you.

I am, yes.

[He thinks he much prefers this one to the murderous psychopaths that usually make up his brethren.]

I am certain the mortals will appreciate your dedication to the cause of entertainment as well.

They always do.

[ Have done, for eons. ]

Tell me, what do you have planned thus far?

[He's bored and feeling chatty.]

The classics, of course. Wine, women and song, as soon as I can get my hands on them.

If someone has a deck of cards we could add gambling to the vices on offer. Perhaps Miss Lopez could help me reenact our Vegas adventure!

[ By that he means he’d try to talk her into fleecing everyone on the ship with her card-counting trick. ]

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