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[ If anyone has been looking for Lucifer for the past several-ish days, he’s been totally incommunicado. Not around the ship, not in his cabin on floor 2, not responding to any messages left for him. But he’s not gone.

Now he’s back, in fact! Today he’s in a cabin, and he’s… shirtless. And his hair is a bit mussed, bordering on curly, rather than its usual perfectly-coiffed state. You’re welcome! And, frankly, he looks a hell of a lot more relaxed than he did the last time he showed his face on the network - he’d been almost manic before, a slightly sharp edge to the smiles that never quite reached his eyes. Now, however, he’s chill. Easy. The smile is maybe less bright, but more genuine, the corners of his eyes crinkled with it. ]

If there’s still anyone suffering from an inability to speak, I have a suggestion to make! Have you tried orgasms?

[ He looks very smug about something. And then a female voice can be heard off-camera, one that no one on the ship will recognize except for Miss Lopez. An exasperated “Lucifer!”

He only looks more smug, if that’s possible. ]

Right. Coming, Detective!

[ See what he did there? And he turns off the video feed before anyone can catch a glimpse of the mysterious Detective. ]

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It was, admittedly, a reckless decision. One I felt necessary at the time, to discern his true nature rather than leave it to chance.

[It's not a great look, but he has his reasons.]

Technically I don't recognize my brethren, or... not brethren by their names but by their energy signatures. His resonates as familiar, though his yelling at the hallway about "going back to Hell" certainly tipped me off a little more as to the nature of his identity.

If you are speaking of my version of Lucifer he desires nothing more than the complete and utter destruction of the mortal world. To consume, and torment their souls in eternal agony and Hellfire.

Let's just say his jealousy has become rather... malicious.

Reckless. There it is. You two are almost perfect for each other.

[ At least when her voice comes through, there’s that hint of a smile in her tone. And off-screen she might be giving Lucifer a playful shove with her foot. ]

Yeah. See. That’s exactly how he’s portrayed, in the Bible. In the churches. And that’s how I… also ah, thought of him? After I saw… [ frowning to herself. ] No, my Lucifer isn’t like that. He’s not a monster.

He cares about [ his ] humans. Respects women. Knows when it’s the appropriate time to deliver a punishment.

[A faint sound of amusement, quiet, but it's there.]

It's not a wholly inaccurate portrayal of what he's become in my universe. Though grief, betrayal, and madness can have that effect.

[Even for an angel Hell is a Lot to deal with.]

He isn't, and I did apologize for my snap judgement.

I know that Hell can be a… [ tone softening, ] lonely place. Time runs differently down there as well, so I’m told. Centuries can pass in a matter of months on earth.

Not having the proper support for one’s mental health can be difficult.

[ Grief, betrayal, madness — the perfect mixture to push anyone to such destructive levels. ]

Well, that’s good to hear.

Mm. I imagine the two realms look a little different between our universes, given in mine he does not rule alone. Regardless, you are correct in that time does not flow in a static, linear fashion there. Nor in Heaven, truth be told.

As for a concept of mental health, well... that is a mortal institution.

[Celestials are still in the Dark Ages as far as any of that goes. It's not great.]

I do hope that alleviates your concerns for any funny business.

Mortals aren't the only ones who deserve mental health support. From my understanding, your kind also go through their own rough patches.

It does, a bit.

You certainly could say that. We have made dysfunction into something of an art form. Unfortunately with that in mind I am afraid that none of us are qualified for the duty.

[So they'll just have to deal with it as they have for millennia. Probably by continuing to slaughter each other. No big deal.]

Good. Glad to be of service.

Trust me, I know. Oh, I know.

Of that I have no doubt. Would an apology be in order? Would one matter?

An apology? Why? You don’t… really owe one to me or to anyone.

For the frustration that undoubtedly comes with the territory of Celestials.

Oh. That's... It's fine. I meant it, you really don't me or anyone an apology.

Hm. I shall consider that. At any rate, I think I'll let you get back to your task at hand.

Task at hand... [ A snort that ends on a chuckle. ] Thanks, and it was nice speaking with you.

[Heh heh heh, maybe he's not completely devoid of humor after all.]

You as well, enjoy!

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