The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night

[my_own_advocate]

There were many Fandom events that just sort of passed Lucifer by. Sometimes because they couldn't touch their celestial nature. Sometimes because-- well, when you already spoke the truth and you were already prone to bursting out into song, did you really notice when the island made you slightly more prone to do so?

He hadn't been.

Until Father's little musical meltdown a few years ago.

"And I w-- No," he snapped, irritably. "No, no, no. No more musical-- no more, no more sweet music-- I swear to Me, Dad, if this is you again--"

Tiny, meanwhile, was behind the bar, doing a very faithful rendition of 'Cups' as he cleaned the. Well. Cups.

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[apologizeswithpie]

Of all the nights for Gregorith decide to go out. The singing bit, well he rather liked karaoke, and he was curious to see what song or songs this universe would pick for him.

What he hadn’t anticipated was that the grouchy Lucifer would be here. Well hopefully-

”Well the devil is a person in my neighborhood, in my neighborhood's, in my neighborhoooooood!

“The devil is a person in my neighborhood, the people you might meet, each day.”

[my_own_advocate]

"I see the island's - or Father's--" Because it could be either! "--sense of the obvious continues unabated," Lucifer said, only bothering to spin around to face Gregorith once he was done talking.

[apologizeswithpie]

“I am so sorry!” Gregorith exclaimed, horrified. (Lucifer may be getting an apology pie later)

Generally whenever anyone referred to him as the Devil in his universe, demons responded with “yeah we just call him Lucifer”, though Devil was a job title that the Lord of Hell didn’t shy away from.

[my_own_advocate]

Unfortunately, this Lucifer was not from nearly as wholesome a universe. Which is why when he opened his mouth, irritated, what flowed out was--

"I always feel like somebody's watchin' me
And I have no privacy!"

[apologizeswithpie]

Gregorith could only guess at what he meant, but it probably didn't have anything to do with the compelled response:

"Woah,
I bought some rum cause,
The squirrels are watchin' me!
Probably not what you mean."

Which he followed with a mouthed "The fuck?"

This was probably not going in his report later.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's day had started with an unfortunate attempt at therapy, so by the time evening rolled around, and she showed up to the club with Duke the otter perched around her shoulders, there was no surprise on her face about what came out of her mouth.

"Like something that seeks its level," she sang, raspy and a little dry, "I wanna go to the Devil."

[my_own_advocate]

"I am so sorry, darling," Lucifer told her, from his own brooding perch by the bar.

[okteiviakom]

"Dr. Baker thinks I have a nice voice," Octavia told him as she made her way over. "Although she might've just said that because she was startled."

So that was how her day had gone.

[my_own_advocate]

"If I find out this is my Father again, we will have words," Lucifer said. Irritably. A bit paranoidly.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia frowned, faintly. "Why would it be your father?"

Not that she didn't (vaguely) remember the last singing interlude.

[my_own_advocate]

"Well, He had picked up a taste for making us all sing the last time we spoke," Lucifer reminded her, just in case.

[okteiviakom]

"But that was years ago," Octavia told him, as she let Duke make his otter way off her shoulder onto the bar (much to Tiny's ignored chagrin). "And he hasn't... done much. Since then."

Even when they might've actually wanted him to.