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In the corner of Helena’s office, reality seemed to fold in on itself, tearing and twisting, before a figure stepped through. A young man took a hopping step into the room.        He stood at 5′7″, with unruly hair and clever, impish eyes that were no stranger to mischief. He wore a leather jacket and a confident, if guarded, look as he lifted his chin in greeting.

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Lucifer had spoken with Sir Reginald Hargreeves a few times, but mostly dealt with Grace, which was always an interesting affair, but she was always pleasant and cordial. He had left a message with Grace and went to a local donut shop, Griddy’s, which was bit run down for his likes, but he only needed to sit and have a bit of coffee. He smiled at the lovely older woman, the name, Agnes, emblazoned on her tag.

(He knew better than to bite the hand that fed him, so to speak.)

“Ms. Malcolm, is it?” He held out his hand for her to take. “Pleased to meet you, I’m Number Five. We’ve already had a previous correspondence over the phone where I explained my--” he hesitated, for half a minute, maybe a little less, while he tried to pin down the right word, “--situation, but if there’s anything you need me to clarify...” 

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Pitch smirked at the stranger who had entered his lair, “And what do I owe the honour of your visit?" he asked as he played with the dark nightmare sand that danced between his fingertips.

Lucifer stood on a beach face to face with thr glowing energy that was his Father. His eyes glowed a mixture of crimson and gold, wings unfurled to their full spanse.

It's been a long time, Samael.

"Don't call me that. Here I thought you forgot about me after you left to Hell... Until I saw parts of your ever intrusive plan in action. I don't care what you want. I do as I please." Lucifer growled petulantly.

You always have, my son. You were always so impulsive and intent on having things your way without much regard for others.

oc abc’s // @coffeeislaw