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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[crimson_sister]

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

[my_own_advocate]

"My twin brother, Michael."

[crimson_sister]

"Who won?"

Since Lucifer was here, Lucille suspected it hadn't gone well.

[my_own_advocate]

"I did," Lucifer said. "Tiny? Another scotch, if you please."

[crimson_sister]

After a very brief silence, Lucille said: "Well, congratulations. I am sure you will do a better job."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer snorted. "Would you also like more drinks?" he asked.

[crimson_sister]

"I wouldn't mind a glass of red wine," Lucille said. "I am also impressed that someone who just won the title of God" - she still wasn't sure how seriously to take this, but then Lucifer didn't lie - "decides to return to playing the piano in a bar. Had the bar not been in such a mess, of course."

[my_own_advocate]

"I never said I was God," Lucifer said. Which was technically true! "Yet. Either way, it's not currently relevant, so drinks it is."

[crimson_sister]

"Drinks it is," Lucille said. "What happened to your twin?"

[my_own_advocate]

"I cut his wings off and gave him another chance to prove himself less of an arsehole," Lucifer said. "Worked for me back in the day."

[crimson_sister]

"It did?"

Lucille felt it could go the opposite way, but then angels might be different from humans.