The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night

[my_own_advocate]

"What on Earth has Eric done to the bar?!"

Lucifer stared at the massive axe range in absolute horror. And then the rafters. And the piano space. And the bar.

This was going to cost so much time and effort to fix.

He strolled towards the bar with big bloody steps, his repressive zen of the past few days immediately forgotten as he reached for his phone. "I'm going to get an interior decor-- call incoming?"

He lifted the phone to his ear. "... Linda?"

"Lucifer, why the Hell am I in Baltimore?!"

It was going to be a night.

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[my_own_advocate]

"Miss Sharpe," Lucifer greeted tersely. "I'm sorry about... whatever happened to the piano area."

[crimson_sister]

"What did happen to the piano area," Lucille asked, looking at the axe range, unimpressed.

[my_own_advocate]

"Apparently this club got caught in a hole of some kind," Lucifer said, "and this is Eric's idea of a renovation."

[crimson_sister]

"Really?" Lucille said. "He seemed supportive of my playing here when I spoke with him. People can be so disappointing."

[my_own_advocate]

"The stage used to be twice the size it is, and the axe range half the size," Lucifer said. He was already thinking about ways to correct this.

[crimson_sister]

"I am sure you can sort it out," Lucille said, with sincere confidence in Lucifer. "Unless you are leaving again?"

[my_own_advocate]

"No, I've... decided I need to stay here for a while," Lucifer said.

He hadn't even checked in on Los Angeles yet. But since no one from LA - bar Linda, who wasn't in LA, and Amenadiel and Charlie, who also weren't - had called him so far, he had a feeling he knew what had happened.

[crimson_sister]

"So you have a reason to sort out the mess with the axes," Lucille said. "It is good to have you back."

[my_own_advocate]

"It's good to be back. Or at least it was until I saw... this absolute disaster," Lucifer said, waving at the club. "How have you been, miss Sharpe?"

[crimson_sister]

"Oh, I have managed to avoid any island disasters," Lucille said. "So I am quite well. Even the flower shop have behaved lately."

[my_own_advocate]

"Have I missed anything, disaster-wise?" Lucifer asked. "Besides the holes, obviously."

[crimson_sister]

"I think dead people returned last week," Lucille said, her expression not betraying how she felt about that. "The holes lasted for quite some time. I think the raccoons were to blame."

[my_own_advocate]

"Of course they are," Lucifer said. "Filthy bloody things, I've always thought so."

[crimson_sister]

"I have no love for them either," Lucille said, then smiled. "So, where have you been?"

[my_own_advocate]

"In Los Angeles," Lucifer said, "Dealing with my Father's retirement."

[crimson_sister]

"Retirement? Isn't your father supposed to be God?" Lucille asked.

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes," Lucifer said. "Or well, He was. Then He stepped down."

[crimson_sister]

"So there is no God?"

Good riddance, Lucille would say.

[my_own_advocate]

"Ehhhhnnn," Lucifer said.

[crimson_sister]

"No offense to your father, but I am sure everyone will be better off without him," Lucille said, smiling.

[my_own_advocate]

"My Father is gone," Lucifer said delicately. "God... may... not be... entirely?"

[crimson_sister]

"Now I suspect you are being deliberately vague," Lucille said, merely as an observation.

[my_own_advocate]

"I may have gone to war over the title," Lucifer muttered into his drink.

[crimson_sister]

"To war?" Lucille said. "Over the title of God? Against whom?"

[my_own_advocate]

"My twin brother, Michael."