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“noooooo. though, i wish. but no. i met your brother!”

lucifer stopped in his tracks when he heard those words and turned to face ella properly.  clearly his name drop hadn’t worked.  “i can’t imagine that was pleasant,  but you might have to be more clear miss lopez,  i have literally thousands of siblings.”

It’s a jolt up on her spine. What the comics called spider-senses, Rae Rae had to imagine. 

The names of dead came to her as soft whispers in what humans would consider the subconscious. The knowledge always there, always updating, but only at the forefront of her mind if Azrael so needed it. She found a better way was for the book of the dead to update itself. Little things that made life easier. 

But she kept a different type of ‘tracker’, one could call it, on her friends, mortals, and immortals alike who she held a place in her heart. See, what most people don’t realize is that for most, their time of death is known from the moment they breathe. Some alterations are possible, but rare. 

Ella had been an exception once. It shouldn’t surprise Azrael that it’d happen again.

She knew better than to intervene. Rae Rae knew better than to insert herself into a situation that would resolve itself. But trauma was the unspoken cost of survival, and Ella already had that cross to bear.

It’s Azrael who manifests with a soft whoosh of wind. It’s the Archangel of Death who appears in the blink of an eye, whose very presence that normally sparks warmth and comfort, sends a spine-tingling chill into the room. Rae Rae would have her attention on her friend gasping on the ground. But it’s Azrael who has her hand wrapped around the man’s throat with little acknowledgment of how many rules she’s broken. 

She squeezes, just barely allowing him to maybe breathe. The angel tilts her head as the man is lifted into the air, watching him struggle. Her wings are outstretched, black, magnificent, divine. For this man, this pathetic excuse for a living thing, Pete Daily, thought himself a master of death, taking lives that were not his to take, and now he was met with the embodiment of Death, herself.

“Not so nice when it happens to you, huh?”

“You’re such a rude little thing. Playing God with those women’s lives... if it were up to me, well... that doesn’t matter right now because fortunately for you, it isn’t. Though, I have it on good authority that my dear big brother has the same distaste for murderous scum like you.” 

         “Grab a few eggs would ya Em? Three-” he’s currently somewhat covered in flour, scooping powder into a measuring cup and dumping the whole thing into a big metal bowel. Everyone had been so down lately he decided to do something about it. 

“ y - … you  okay  kali ?? ” the  angel  raised  an  eyebrow  in  curiosity . “ you  sounded  a  little , uh …  distressed  there . ”

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Lucifer strolled into the forensics lab with two cups. One was from a coffee house down the street from the precinct and looked rainbow bright topped with whipped cream and covered in sprinkles. “Triple mocha whip, Miss Lopez?”

He slide the cup near her place on the work surface and sat down, perching on a stool to look at what she was doing with interest. “What’s on the scientific docket for today, then?”