Idea: Vox calls as âCharlieâ to trick Lucifer into a trap⊠only this time Lucifer actually lets out his grievances to CharlieâŠ
Lucifer: *still on the couch, jaw tight, duck soap opera blaring forgotten in the background* âŠYou know what? No.
âCharlieâ: No? What do you mean no?
Thereâs a sharp click of the remote as he mutes the TV. The sudden silence is heavy.
Lucifer: I mean no! Charlie, before you send me anywhere, before you tell me what you need⊠*low, dangerous laugh* âŠIâm done jumping when you call.
On the other end, Vox-as-Charlie stays quiet. Listening. Recording.
Lucifer: I have spent years biting my tongue with you. Letting you yell at me. Letting you blame me. Letting you look at me like Iâm the problem every time something goes wrong *stands, his wings flaring slightly, anger rolling off him in waves.* Every time I try to help, Iâm the villain. Every time I step in, Iâm âoverstepping.â And when I donât step in? Then Iâm a deadbeat who doesnât care.
He scoffs.
Lucifer: You want to talk about trust little lady? Well guess what! You donât trust me. You never have. Not really.
His voice sharpens, heat finally breaking through.
Lucifer: Vox humiliated you, has hurt you, silenced you, mocked your dream, turned your hope into entertainment for Hell. And yet when I tried to stop him. When all I was trying to do was stop him from hurting you, â YOU FUCKING YELLED AT ME!
âCharlieâ: *looks around with a ânot expecting thisâ expression*
Lucifer: *drags a hand through his hair, pacing.* You told me I embarrassed you. That I made it worse. Do you have any idea what it took for me not to instantly cry because you were yelling at me?! How your mother did that sane shit?! Oh except at least you donât throw hands when you were mad at me!
âCharlieâ: *covers the phone speaker with his hand, mouthing the words*Holy fuck was Lilith abusive?
Lucifer: *anger turns bitter, more personal.* I didnât do that as a king. I did it as your father *stops pacing* And Iâm done being punished for that. So no. Iâm not going to your location. Iâm not walking into another situation where Iâm set up to be the bad guy for caring. Iâm tired of being blamed for Hell. Tired of being blamed for Heaven. And I am especially tired of being blamed for you getting hurt when all I ever tried to do was protect you.
He exhales through his nose, controlled but seething.
Lucifer: If you actually want me in your life, Charlie, then you donât get to summon me like a weapon and scold me when I swing. *takes a deep breath* Figure out what you really want from me. Because until thenâthe answer is no. Iâm done being the bad guy *ends the call*
Vox: (no longer pretending to be Charlie) *lowers the phone slowly, the smugness he expected nowhere to be found* Huh⊠well thatâs didnât go as planned.














