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Amenadiel shot him a glance. "Not even Gabriel's e-vite?"

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Lucifer sighed. "She emails too much," he said, sliding his hands into his pockets, "I have the system set up to send them straight to spam."

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Duke snorted, choking faintly. “What, you guys don’t have a family group text?”

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Octavia had understood some of those words.

She was still mostly eyeing the 'Happy Retirement' sign.

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"Please," Lucifer snorted. "Half of them still don't know what texting is, and Gabriel would be obno--"

"Higuysheardyoutalkingaboutmelongtimenoseegladyoucouldmakeit." An angel in a flowing blue robe pushed her way between them, the sun shining off of her necklace of metal feathers. "Archangels, assemble!" she enthused, in roughly the same tone of voice, raised her fists, then slammed one fist into her palm. She slowed down only about a tenth of a second more per word as she continued, "Azrael says hi, wishes she could be here, but you know, no rest for the Angel of Death..."

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"Hey, Gabriel," Lucifer and Amenadiel sighed in perfect unison.

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". . . Hi," Duke said, much more bemused than the two angels. "I'm Duke." He jerked a thumb at Octavia. "Octavia."

Did she already know that? How much did the angels know about Lucifer's partners? Or life on Earth generally?

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"Lucifer's partners," Octavia clarified in a rasp, just in case.

While her wariness zeroed in on Gabriel, now.

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"Oh, right, you actually brought your new humans here, holy crap," Gabriel said, grinning. She looked at Amenadiel speculatively. "I heard you've been busy too! Why don't we sit down and have a whole big 'filling me in on all the baby mama, poly disaster, human drama' sesh?"

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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."

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

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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.

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"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."

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"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.

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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.

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

He leaned towards Lucifer.

"Remiel is the angel of . . . ?"

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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?

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"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.

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Duke winced sympathetically. "She's friendly."

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Yeah, Octavia was taking her approval back.

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

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“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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