Los Angeles, Sunday
18 July 2021 12:58![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
my_own_advocateIt was time.
Lucifer and Amenadiel strode down the steps into the belly of Lux, their expressions determined, their words prepared--
"Are you positive you're ready?" Lucifer said, pausing abruptly to look at his brother.
Amenadiel blinked. "Yeah," he said.
Okay. Good. Lucifer sighed, adjusted his jacket, and pressed on down the next flight of stairs. Ready and willing to do what was necessary. Sometimes something simply needed to be done, and--
"...And you won't back down, no matter what nefarious mind games He tries to play, because we need to present--"
"A united front," Amenadiel droned. "I know. Don't worry, Lucy, we both agree Dad needs to go home."
Right, of course. Lucifer nodded, gestured with both hands, and then pointed onward. To Dad, and difficult conversation. With his older brother at his side, there was no way this could go wrong. No, not at all. He held up his fist, and Amenadiel bumped his gravely.
Together. A united front. Ready for--
"Oh, for-- he was just here!"
While Lucifer spun around, trying to spot his Father somewhere in the empty club, Amenadiel went for the bartender. They usually had a habit of knowing things.
"Hey, hi," he said, smiling. "Have you seen a rather large, attractive gentleman? Broad shoulders, piercing eyes? Heroic face?"
He'd just ignore the way Lucifer was staring at him.
"Looks a little like me?"
Definitely ignoring the way Lucifer was staring at him.
The bartender tilted her head. "You mean the plumber?" she asked.
Something loud and metal clattered onto the floor behind her. Father ducked up from the bar and smiled at them, looking a tad bit confused by everything, for whatever reason.
"Dad?" Lucifer exclaimed. "What are you doing?"
"Just making myself useful," Father said, frowning. He rose from behind the bar, wearing some jeans and a simple white t-shirt, still fiddling with something in His hands. "You know, tightening up fittings, replacing washers. Don't want a flood on our hands."
Amenadiel burst out laughing. "That's-- hee, I m--" Okay, Lucifer's glaring was starting to get to him now. "Hm." And Lucy was still glaring. Right. Uh. "Dad, we need to speak to you about something very serious."
At least now the glare was off of him and on Dad. "Hm," said Lucifer.
"Lucifer tells me that your powers have been acting up."
Yes, they had. In fact, God had told Lucifer as much. And yet now the bastard dared to look aside, somewhat confused, and do that sitcom Dad thing where He spoke so dismissively, as if they'd raised something silly. "Well, I've had a glitchy moment or two adjusting to the mortal plane. But all is well. I mean, take a look around. Not a musical interlude in sight."
He pointed past them. "Pass me that 3/8 socket wrench."
Lucifer really had no idea why he was surprised to see Amenadiel, the ultimate Daddy's boy, immediately reach out to grab the wrench. And yet, there he was. Doing it. For-- ugh.
He stared at Amenadiel and tried to communicate the utter bullshit of that move through gestures.
"What?" Amenadiel said, sounding a little squeaky all of a sudden. (At least the glaring worked.) "Dad said he was fine!"
He was going to strangle his eager-to-please brother with his bare hands. "The creator of the universe glitching is the literal opposite of fine." And if Amenadiel couldn't handle dealing with that, he'd just have to do it himself. He snapped his fingers over the bar. "Excuse me? Excuse me?"
Oh, good. There was Dad's head again, and that earnest I'm-just-here-fixing-the-plumbing look. "What are you still doing here anyway? You've had your granddad time with Charlie. Shouldn't you be off somewhere until, I don't know, his First Communion, at absolute earliest?"
Dad blinked owlishly. "I told you, I'm here to help."
Lucifer was going to strangle all of them and then set the club on fire. "I don't-- need your help, Dad! Not with the plumbing, not with the feng shui of the penthouse, not with the soda dispenser that started miraculously pumping Pinot Noir! Just take a rest! It must be the seventh day somewhere!"
Aaand now his phone was buzzing. "Oh, and some of us have to spend actual quality time with their significant others," he said, holding up the phone. "So, since Amenadiel has proven himself once again to be completely useless, You and I will have to discuss this later."
God beamed. "I look forward to it, son," He said. He held up some kind of power tool that could have easily doubled for a sex toy. "And while I'm waiting, I think I'll tighten up your wobbly dancing pole."
Strangle everyone, set fire to the club, then drop an asteroid on the whole of Los Angeles.
[[ for those two who are in LA. everything in this post taken and adapted from Lucifer episode 5x11, 'Resting Devil Face'. CW: explosion of a major NPC. he gets better. ]]
Lucifer and Amenadiel strode down the steps into the belly of Lux, their expressions determined, their words prepared--
"Are you positive you're ready?" Lucifer said, pausing abruptly to look at his brother.
Amenadiel blinked. "Yeah," he said.
Okay. Good. Lucifer sighed, adjusted his jacket, and pressed on down the next flight of stairs. Ready and willing to do what was necessary. Sometimes something simply needed to be done, and--
"...And you won't back down, no matter what nefarious mind games He tries to play, because we need to present--"
"A united front," Amenadiel droned. "I know. Don't worry, Lucy, we both agree Dad needs to go home."
Right, of course. Lucifer nodded, gestured with both hands, and then pointed onward. To Dad, and difficult conversation. With his older brother at his side, there was no way this could go wrong. No, not at all. He held up his fist, and Amenadiel bumped his gravely.
Together. A united front. Ready for--
"Oh, for-- he was just here!"
While Lucifer spun around, trying to spot his Father somewhere in the empty club, Amenadiel went for the bartender. They usually had a habit of knowing things.
"Hey, hi," he said, smiling. "Have you seen a rather large, attractive gentleman? Broad shoulders, piercing eyes? Heroic face?"
He'd just ignore the way Lucifer was staring at him.
"Looks a little like me?"
Definitely ignoring the way Lucifer was staring at him.
The bartender tilted her head. "You mean the plumber?" she asked.
Something loud and metal clattered onto the floor behind her. Father ducked up from the bar and smiled at them, looking a tad bit confused by everything, for whatever reason.
"Dad?" Lucifer exclaimed. "What are you doing?"
"Just making myself useful," Father said, frowning. He rose from behind the bar, wearing some jeans and a simple white t-shirt, still fiddling with something in His hands. "You know, tightening up fittings, replacing washers. Don't want a flood on our hands."
Amenadiel burst out laughing. "That's-- hee, I m--" Okay, Lucifer's glaring was starting to get to him now. "Hm." And Lucy was still glaring. Right. Uh. "Dad, we need to speak to you about something very serious."
At least now the glare was off of him and on Dad. "Hm," said Lucifer.
"Lucifer tells me that your powers have been acting up."
Yes, they had. In fact, God had told Lucifer as much. And yet now the bastard dared to look aside, somewhat confused, and do that sitcom Dad thing where He spoke so dismissively, as if they'd raised something silly. "Well, I've had a glitchy moment or two adjusting to the mortal plane. But all is well. I mean, take a look around. Not a musical interlude in sight."
He pointed past them. "Pass me that 3/8 socket wrench."
Lucifer really had no idea why he was surprised to see Amenadiel, the ultimate Daddy's boy, immediately reach out to grab the wrench. And yet, there he was. Doing it. For-- ugh.
He stared at Amenadiel and tried to communicate the utter bullshit of that move through gestures.
"What?" Amenadiel said, sounding a little squeaky all of a sudden. (At least the glaring worked.) "Dad said he was fine!"
He was going to strangle his eager-to-please brother with his bare hands. "The creator of the universe glitching is the literal opposite of fine." And if Amenadiel couldn't handle dealing with that, he'd just have to do it himself. He snapped his fingers over the bar. "Excuse me? Excuse me?"
Oh, good. There was Dad's head again, and that earnest I'm-just-here-fixing-the-plumbing look. "What are you still doing here anyway? You've had your granddad time with Charlie. Shouldn't you be off somewhere until, I don't know, his First Communion, at absolute earliest?"
Dad blinked owlishly. "I told you, I'm here to help."
Lucifer was going to strangle all of them and then set the club on fire. "I don't-- need your help, Dad! Not with the plumbing, not with the feng shui of the penthouse, not with the soda dispenser that started miraculously pumping Pinot Noir! Just take a rest! It must be the seventh day somewhere!"
Aaand now his phone was buzzing. "Oh, and some of us have to spend actual quality time with their significant others," he said, holding up the phone. "So, since Amenadiel has proven himself once again to be completely useless, You and I will have to discuss this later."
God beamed. "I look forward to it, son," He said. He held up some kind of power tool that could have easily doubled for a sex toy. "And while I'm waiting, I think I'll tighten up your wobbly dancing pole."
Strangle everyone, set fire to the club, then drop an asteroid on the whole of Los Angeles.
[[ for those two who are in LA. everything in this post taken and adapted from Lucifer episode 5x11, 'Resting Devil Face'. CW: explosion of a major NPC. he gets better. ]]