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You just gotta do...

What you gotta do. And if I’ve learned anything it’s that...

[Cleared his throat to keep from laughing. Bringing his phone up to scroll through it.]

I must have at least one. Though a tummy pic would do just as much.

[He didn’t actually just disappear of course (that would be rude right in the middle of a conversation) but he hid his face with his hands pretty effectively. Peeking from between his fingers to peer over at the phone as Lucifer scrolled. Curious despite his embarrassment.]

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I am uncertain any of it would be effective blackmail. To be frank

[Shrugged.] Not your fault people are boring.

Glad to know I’m safe though~

Are you kidding? I have a picture of your dick.

Oh YEAH that’s right lemme just--

I am uncertain any of it would be effective blackmail. To be frank

[Shrugged.] Not your fault people are boring.

And others. Hard for me not to know when people go gallivanting into Hell. [Luckily, no one seemed to notice his True-Self-In-Hell was missing.]

Mm. I am none the less aware of things. Despite not running around and instigating them.

Y-yeah. Me too. 

[Hurriedly shoving the ice cream sundae he’d been hiding behind his back into the freezer. Now he just had to roll with it, even though he had zero idea what Lucifer meant. Except for maybe...]

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I also have the scoops!

Ice cream scoops, maybe.

Obvious? [ He said, the word sticking like peanut butter to the roof of his mouth. ] Nothing is obvious with her. Moms are supposed to love their kids, but that doesn’t mean they have to like them.

I know she doesn’t like me very much. [ He said, conviction in his tone as he rubbed at his eyes a little. Willing them to stay dry. ]

But I… I wanted to help. Not just get in the way… It was stupid.

[ Liam snuffed. His tiredness was seeping into him and making him angry. At himself. ]

Why wouldn’t she like you?? Come here, come--let’s go sit down, huh? [He used big feathery wings to usher Liam toward the couch. It didn’t look all that clean but...any port in a storm, he supposed. Once they were situated and folded his legs crisscross applesauce and rested his chin on one palm. Looked way too big for that hecking couch, even with his wings folded up against his back, but oh well. Nothing new there.]

[ The kiss to his forehead had him visibly wilting under her attention. Like that’s all he’d wanted from her in the first place. But without an opportunity to respond, she disappeared. And he watched her go with obvious sadness. But he felt selfish asking her to stay in a form that he could see.

And then he was alone again. Marginally. There was this angel here. And Liam was being spoken to. Took him a moment to process what was being said before he glanced up at Raphael. And he shook his head. ]

You don’t get it. I just got in the way. She could’ve done more without me there.

I didn’t do anything.

[ He ended up just… sitting right there on the floor. Suddenly exhausted. ]

Hey now, don’t say that! Nothing you ever do is useless or without like... [He gestured in front of his with empty hands as he searched for the right word.] 

Use. 

[Nailed it.]

You have some experience now! You got a better idea of what’s down there so...if you ever have to go down again, you’ll be a little better prepared. Right? And plus it’s obvious she loves you. Like, a LOT. And that love and protectiveness probably motivated her to get both of you out even sooner.

[Liam wasn’t fine.

Though he wasn’t wrong; He couldn’t have known the binding sigil was off her neck.

She hadn’t known that would happen either.

He was wrong about one thing:

It was her fault. She started it all.

By being stupid and stubborn and a destructive idiot. Hammering the problem that didn’t need a hammer. Hammering the problem that probably wasn’t even a problem, really.

She got Charlie to maul. Got Worth to shoot. Her goop went back to a bristling beehive semblance and she seemed to close her eyes. Or, at least, the eye lights went out for a moment. Then her head went down into hands. Pressing forearms to the sides of it. Fingers in fists.

Derailing her own thoughts as they’d tried to race off without her. Seems some things about the psyche are more than brain chemicals.

Devang unwound herself. Smoothing out as she did a couple things. First, being to ruffle Liam’s hair between his ears. Second, to kiss his forehead.]

You weren’t in danger until you came to get me. None of you really ever were. My methods to get you to take action were utterly moronic, but they weren’t going to kill anyone other than me. [Told him in quiet, tired, tones.] Following me into Hell was courageous, but not part of the plan. Neither was Stan.

[Lightly papped the side of his face with the burn on it.] Find friends like that again and I’m going to roast their walnuts whether they’re five or fifty. Then I’m going tattoo a pair of walnuts to your cheek. [Leaned up to look at Liam.]

I love you. Be your own motivation to take initiative. I am sorry. I am going to go dissolve into a puddle now until someone convinces me that they’ve actually forgiven me. [Slunk away with a nod of thanks to Rapahel. Dematerializing by the time she got a couple steps away.]

Oh dear...

[There was a LOT of pain in the room. The kind that ached and thickened the air so that even someone who wasn’t adapted to feel it still felt it crowding in on them. Raph put his hand over his lips somewhere between Liam’s sullen greeting and Devang’s confession (since he sensed that’s partway what that was) and when all was said and done he found he didn’t know what to say.

Feelings were definitely more than brain chemicals. 

It seemed something had gone very wrong in a way he didn’t know how to Fix, but he still went to stand beside Liam anyway.]

I know you don’t really know me from Adam, but I think I can kinda...gather what went down. Sort of. And I don’t know how you did it but???

Even having the strength of will to go down to HECK itself is...amazing. Especially for someone so young. Even if you found yourself in over your head, I don’t think you have anything to be ashamed of.

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[ Liam hadn’t anticipated them being pursued by demons where they were. This didn’t SEEM like hell. But considering the weird creatures honing in on them, Liam was reminded that they were indeed not alone.

He bristled, backing away from the demons until he saw Devang’s display of aggression, in the way that she could give it. Not to be outdone, he summoned up what bravery he could to bare his own teeth in a deep growl. They would… be okay. They would… right?

His catastrophizing brain was cut short of its thought when from nowhere appeared another being. This one seemed less… dangerous. But Liam was not so quick to trust. He frowned, continuing his defensive display until he was caught off guard by being scooped up and flung back up and into reality. And not just that, but home.

Home!

But it was only a brief inner celebration before he panicked, eyes wide as he turned to his mother in realization. ]

But your body!!!

[Oh? Oh! Good. Everything? Good.

Ish.

Best she could hope for.

Devang’s overall shape smoothed down from bristling and too big mouth closed. Looking between Raphael and Liam with a sense of exhaustion. Getting a bit more goopy than sandy in a sense.]

It’ll be there when I get to it.

Hey, hey! [Raph brought up his hands for calm.] Some people spend a lot of time trying to have an out of body experience, man! Don’t judge.

You ain’t hurt, either of you? Oh and uh, I guess I should introduce myself. [Held a big old hand out to Liam.] Hi. I’m Raphael. 

I’m an archangel. 

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[ Liam frowned. Stepping back and away and letting her do… whatever it was that she was doing. He took the time to rub a bit at his face and pull his wings back into himself. But the rest of his scaly features remained. Though on the surface, he felt like a weirdo and exposed, he was much less so down here.

Not that he didn’t feel small in a lot of other emotional ways. ]

…M’tired… [ He mumbled, though he kept his voice low and quiet as he watched Devang continue to tear as the floor. ]

…How do we get out…?

[Despite her gruffness ‘I’m tired’ mumbled by her son tugged at her chest a certain way. A way that would have made her eye corners develop deep lines than usual if she’d still been in a body.]

Devang was a little preoccupied by the demons starting to sniff out her activities. She supposed throwing non-infernal energies around down here was like gently ringing a bell until things got curious.]

I don’t know, really. I can get me out–since I’m not bound to anything, but you’re in a body and bodies are more complicated. Heavy and not very malleable. Need help.

[Getting a bit on the desperate and cagey side, she tried something she had never tried before–she put an angel’s ( @stitchxsong​ ) sigil in the middle and slapped energy into it. Then moved in a quick flow of particles to stand near to Liam. Concept of a large disproportionate mouth open enough to bare teeth to the gathering gaggle of demons.

They could look, but she wasn’t going to tolerate a lot more than that.]

[Raphael was hardly ever formally Summoned, so when he felt the pull he was more than a bit confused. Especially when it was coming from the very pits of Hell. Everything made sense though, when he saw Devang out of her body, someone that resembled her looking like he’d just been raked over hot coals by monster trucks all playing circus music on their horns, and a circle of demons around them.]

Oh hey! I remember you! 

[Pointed to Devang with a big old friendly smile.]

Used to have more...skin I guess. But that’s okay. We’ll take care of that later. Not sure who you are--[He nodded to Liam while fluffing out grayish wings to gather around the both of them.]--but it’s like, introduction time is for later my dudes. 

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[His heart skipped a beat when he felt Anpiel’s hand again. it was silly. Stupid! Immature, especially for someone who’d done a lot more with the seraph but… it had been a while. He stared at that hand for a second or two before the wings floofed into existence, and then he had something else to wonder over.]

Oh my–Anpiel! They look so much better!

[The only thing in the world that could have gotten him to let go of Anpiel’s hand was the chance to run both of his over those feathers. Smoothing them down and carding through them to admire the new fullness and softness.]

[ If only Anpiel had known how elated Raphael was from just a simple hand touch…

BUT HE DIDN’T.

Instead, he was a bit busy being appreciative as he felt the fingers through his feathers. It made him shiver, but it was a pleasant feeling. No more pain and shame. ]

Thank you~ [ He replied, practically beaming with pleasure and giving a few little floofs of his wings in response. ] 

I don’t think I’m quite ready to fly with them again yet, but they are at least feeling better. 

[Anpiel how could you miss the light of pure love in Raph’s green eyes? Are you too busy staring at the stars? 

He gathered up the seraph in his arms all of a sudden, giving him a trademark lift and spin.]

[ Anpiel certainly had his moments. 

Raphael’s admission had him coming to silent terms with that. And it made it a little easier to reach and take the other angel’s hand in his own. ]

Then it is worth the effort.

[ He took a bit to admire the stars before suddenly remembering. ]

Oh! I forgot to say… Look! 

[ He brought his wings out which were in much better shape than they had been when they’d last seen each other. Nice and clean and shiny with silvery, almost sharp-looking feathers. There were maybe four or five feathers that were a little shorter than the others. But the damage that the demons had done was almost entirely gone. 

The seraph was a little vain. He mostly just wanted to show off. ] 

[His heart skipped a beat when he felt Anpiel’s hand again. it was silly. Stupid! Immature, especially for someone who’d done a lot more with the seraph but... it had been a while. He stared at that hand for a second or two before the wings floofed into existence, and then he had something else to wonder over.]

Oh my--Anpiel! They look so much better!