my_own_advocate | Los Angeles, Tuesday

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Los Angeles, Tuesday

It was a nice, bright morning in Los Angeles, just a few days before Lucifer's self-imposed ultimatum about leaving ended. He remained on a quest to apologize for his therapist-inflicted overthinking and subsequent attempts to break up with Duke and Octavia, and so, today...

...Today it was time to spoil Octavia with a visit to the Aquarium of the Pacific.

He hummed brightly to himself as he paid for their tickets, then slid past the nice cashier and into the aquarium properly.

[[ for two, and some ocd. everything taken and adapted from Lucifer episode 5x14, 'Nothing Lasts Forever'. ]]

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Amenadiel snorted. "As if I would tell anything to the Angel of Gossip," he said.

Gabriel put her hands on her hips. "It's Angel of Messages," she said. "But whatever, I got plenty of hot goss without you."

"We are not a disaster," Duke felt the need to point out. "What, what's the 'hot goss'?"

Gabriel snorted, but she only had like, 25% of most of her siblings' disdain for humanity (okay, maybe 50%) and this one had just given her an excuse to talk. "So like, Dad's getting old, and he's losing it?" she started.

"Who told you that?" Lucifer interrupted flatly.

"Michael," Gabriel chirped. "At first we were like, 'What? No way!' But then we heard that Dad was making people sing, turned himself mortal, lost his powers, exploded a human..."

"He put the human back together again," Lucifer said, interrupting her again, this time sharply.

"Can we please talk about the immediate problem here?" Amenadiel said irritably, leaning forward. "Like all of us angels gathered here on Earth, out in the open for all of humanity to see!"

As if to prove his point, Ariel strode past him, entirely uncaring about the two humans who could see her massive cloud-grey wings stretched out behind her.

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"Just tell people it's an angel convention," Duke said dismissively. "They'll figure you're just way too into cosplay."

"There's also weirdly few people even around," Octavia rasped. Sounding unimpressed, but maybe that was just her voice?

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"And even then, it's Los Angeles," Lucifer added. "No one will actually notice." He reached for Amenadiel's shoulder and steered him away from Gabriel (surely they could all agree that away from Gabriel was a good destination?). "Anyway, if you'll excuse us, sister, we would like to have a chat with dear old Dad," he said.

And promptly ran straight into another familiar face.

Amenadiel's face blossomed into a giant smile. "Remiel!" he said.

They barely had the chance to get a glimpse of Remiel - a stoic, dark-haired woman with a spear, wielding in hunter's leathers - before he had grabbed her into a bear hug.

"Good to see you," Remiel beamed.

This woman looked like she could tear Duke to pieces. Which was to say: hot.

He leaned towards Lucifer.

"Remiel is the angel of . . . ?"

This woman looked familiar.

Not her face, obviously. But the way she was dressed. The little glimpse Octavia had seen of how she carried herself.

Octavia... maybe 'approved' was a good word for it?

"Hunting," Lucifer said. He raised his voice, spreading his arms. "Sister!"

She glared at him as she pulled away from Amenadiel.

He huffed. "Nothing," he said. "Right."

As Remiel walked away, he shot Duke and Octavia a look of minor betrayal.

Duke winced sympathetically. "She's friendly."

Yeah, Octavia was taking her approval back.

She looked at Lucifer. "What was that about?"

“Most people here don’t like me,” Lucifer sighed. “Last time I saw Remy, she insulted Seivarden and called me a slut.”

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“Well. I mean. Seivarden.”

"So most of your siblings are idiots," Octavia surmised, though at least she had the good sense to keep her voice low. "Great."

It did not make her feel more comfortable about being here, no.

"Is there anything I've told you about them these past few years that made you think otherwise?" Lucifer asked.

Well. At least Amenadiel was currently preoccupied with Remy.

"Hope springs eternal," Duke said dryly. "Though I guess it's nice to know that even celestial family reunions are guaranteed suck-fests."

"You haven't talked about them much at all," Octavia pointed out, eyeing the crowd. "Which I guess says enough."

"Yes, well," Lucifer began, and turned around, and...

Found himself eye to eye with Zadkiel's charming self. "Who invited the Devil to our gathering of angels?" growled the younger angel, glaring at him.

Lucifer sighed. Of course. "Brother Zadkiel, still taking your Angel of Righteousness role too seriously, I see."

"I see belief in excommunication isn't just a papal thing," Duke said, raising an eyebrow.

It would be unwise to try and punch an angel, right? When there were so many of them, and it was this early in the proceedings to boot.

Octavia settled for a good glower.

Sadly, neither the glowering nor Lucifer's response stopped Zadkiel from what he intended to do: he leaned over, very deliberately, and spat on Lucifer's nice, clean Louboutins.

"How dare you," Lucifer snarled, eyes glowing red in an instant.

Yeah, that... was probably the right moment for Amenadiel to return. "Lucy," he said, stepping up beside them. "Father won't appreciate a brawl at His retirement party."

"Right," Lucifer said, his lip still curled in a snarl as the red faded again. "Excuse me."

He slid past Zadkiel and his bloody staff. At least the route to Father was unobstructed this time.

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