From Lucifer's Penthouse to Los Angeles, Monday Evening

[my_own_advocate]

Right. Lucifer considered himself again in the walk-in mirror. Was his bow-tie properly tied? The rest of the white tux was immaculate, but the tie...

Look, he'd managed to finally come out of hiding on the Rouge a few days ago. He'd spoken to miss Lopez, and discovered almost no time had passed. Which had come in handy for when Linda had come over to yell at him about how hard it was to find an elementary school for a child that was only a year old on paper. And then... time had gone on.

Amenadiel had yelled at him again, but he'd ignored that.

No, if they were going to be in Los Angeles, he was... going to try and take his mind off of the whole God mess. No one needed him self-actualizing anything else in a panic, right? So he'd arranged something special for tonight. A visit to the only magician's club in all the world...

"Now if only I could get this bloody bowtie right," he muttered, as he gave up, and finally stepped out of the walk-in, back into the apartment.

[[ for them, and based on Lucifer season 6 episode 1, 'Nothing Ever Changes Around Here'. ]]

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[betterthanaplan]

Duke’s attention turned back to the stage at that, a small frown crossing his face.

But, well. This wasn’t not a standard sort of trick. And Lucifer clearly wasn’t concerned. So Duke sat back and waited to see what happened.

[my_own_advocate]

The assistant, a stately black woman in a glittery dress, paced around the box. She made a show of sliding one sword in.

Then the next. And the next.

"Oooh," Lucifer said, grinning, as the last blade went in.

[okteiviakom]

Well, Duke seemed fine with the whole resurrection thing. Octavia turned her attention back to the stage.

... Were those supposed to be swords? Yes, the trick was kind of creeping her out, but it wasn't going to stop her from getting caught up in thinking very Octavia thoughts.

(It probably kept her from thinking about what it was like to get run through with a proper sword, too. So there was that.)

[betterthanaplan]

Duke sank back in his seat, sipping his cocktail and anticipating the reveal.

He was still watching Lucifer more than the stage.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer still looked rapt, yes.

That was the thing about only coming to Earth for short spells so infrequently for so long: some things hadn't had the time to get old.

Unfortunately...

"Resurrection!" the assistant cried, as she turned towards an ornate sarcophagus on stage. She pulled open the door--

--and Magnar dropped out, onto the floor, a dagger sticking in his chest.

Lucifer's hands were already up to clap. "He's good, isn't--"

And then he blinked.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia frowned, and leaned towards Lucifer, without taking her eyes off of the magician on the floor.

"Is that supposed to happen?" she whispered.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke’s eyes snapped to the stage. He choked on his drink.

“Oh fuck.”

That’d be a ‘no’ from him to Octavia’s question.

[my_own_advocate]

Someone in the audience screamed.

"Someone call 911!"

The assistant dropped down beside Magnar, checking desperately for a pulse. There wasn't one.

Lucifer's eyes shot wildly from the stage to the audience to the assistant to the body. "I do believe he's been murdered," he managed.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia wished she could have claimed she felt surprised, but somehow, something in her didn't let her.

But she was sitting up a little straighter. "Duke, put your drink down."

(It made sense if you were her.)

[betterthanaplan]

Duke did so, with a visible flinch. He was staring at Lucifer again, for a whole new reason. (What? He didn't like looking at dead people!)

"Does Chloe know you're back in town? Because, uh. I think maybe she's about to."