Lucifer

“Never,” he reiterated. Oliver set the bar of infinite possibilities that the multiverse could find a way to torture him very low. That way he couldn’t be destroyed his hope for change to come for a marked man like him. He watched the way Lucifer watched in wait for some fissure in Oliver’s neutral expression. 

“Coming from a man who’s cheated death and time traveled–how could I dispute such a claim.” He gave stiff nod. “I think that would be fitting. I came a long way to see you.” 

Lucifer arched an eyebrow in response to Oliver’s reiteration of the word, but didn’t question any further. He’d heard all about the green hooded vigilante who roamed Star City, and the playboy reputation a much younger Oliver Queen had had. “I’m flattered,” sweeping his hand toward a secluded booth he lead the other man over, they’d just taken their seats when Mazikeen appeared with a bottle and two glasses. “Thank you, Maze.”

“Definitely piqued,” Rose murmured as she took a sip of her drink and gestured for him to join her if he wished. He seemed to relish in the compliment so she made a note of that. Always good to be on the devil’s good side. “To meet you of course. Why else would someone come to Nox?”

“Excellent.” Lucifer smiled again, taking the opportunity to join her as it was offered. He never passed up the chance of spending time with a beautiful blonde after all. “The alcohol mostly.” He answered candidly, “to let their hair down after a long day. To meet someone for a night of distraction with no strings attached.”

“Different from most people. A little… dark.” Pamela answered evasively, noting the same pique of curiosity in his own gaze. If the talk about him and his claims were true, perhaps he sensed it too - that neither of them were truly human though the blended in well enough. “It is your bar, isn’t it?” She chuckled, nodding in confirmation that he could sit across from her.

               𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖how she’d started it. ❛ I’ve heard that you’re Lucifer... If so, I just want to negotiate my afterlife. I mean, I don’t know if Heaven is fun, I hope so, but then I’m not sure if Hell is too hot and suffering. Please don’t let me in limbo. I’m a bad person, I guess the statics proves my chance to go ta hell is high, so maybe, how about I could be yer sidekick in the afterlife??? My soul is no available fer anyone but myself.  ❜

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little duck. dick scowled a little before turning his attention to – who apparently seemed to be - the devil. “so the magic folk are not popular among the biblical folk.” dick could sense the tension, especially from the other man that dick hadn’t recognized. “i actually didn’t directly wish for anything. i just was talking about how much acrobat sequences were like flying and i guess i may have said i wanted to know how actual flying was like.” dick pinched the bridge of his nose as he shook his head, “i take it you’re an angel as well.” dick eyes flickered to the other man. 

dick wasn’t exactly sure how to go about being in the presence of angels, but right now all he could think about was the new added weight of the wings on his back. “well…any pointers would be much appreciated.” he mumbled as he glanced over his shoulder at the wings - his wings - again, watching them bend to his will in a slow flap.

“No no, those who wield magic are always welcome. This particular imp on the other hand…well, let’s just say he gets bored too often for anyone’s liking. Meddles in everything with no clear objective.” Az crossed his arms as he observed the man before them as he explained his wish. biting his cheek at just how easily the wings had been gifted to him. He knew he was being sour about the whole and it was his own fault for his current predicament, but it was hard not to be when his nose was getting rubbed in it right now. “Asmodel.” he introduced himself finally as the other connected the dots. Az glanced briefly at Lucifer, wondering just how involved he was going to get. “Ask away duck, what do you want to know?”

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“Some more welcome than others,” Lucifer commented with a wry smile across at his brother. Another sip of his drink was taken as the back and forth between the other two continued. He could see his brother wasn’t about to let go of this quickly, the sight of wings on someone who had no idea how to use them obviously vexing to the younger angel. “Flying isn’t just about flapping and hoping. You have to take into account thermals, wind direction, gravity. You definitely don’t leap off a building and try using them like a parachute.”

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why had he done this again without his gear on him? 

dick didn’t feel like death was swiftly coming but as the ground grew nearer in the milliseconds he realized maybe it was about time to whisper a prayer or something, that that he believed in a higher force or anything. but somehow, he was pendulumed forward, a harsh grasp at his shirt’s collar. a little out of air, he knelt forward to place his hands over his knees as he caught his breath, before finally glancing over his shoulder to see the face of his saviour – only his view was obstructed by the wings, and he had turn fully to see who it was.

he recognized him….”you’re the lucifer guy.” dick’s eyes danced across the span of the man’s…well, wings, and breathed out as he connected the two dots, “you’re actually lucifer.” dick deduced, though it sounded excessively ridiculous, he couldn’t help but bow his head – they lived in a ridiculous world. “thanks..for that, i’m still getting a hang of them,” dick admitted with a shake of his head, “you know myxzptlk, right? all knowing angel and all that.”

Az chuckled to himself at his brother’s reluctance, taking the precious drink in hand as he went to rescue the unfortunate human. As the newfound chick was brought back to the rooftop his amusement seemed to disintegrate as the wings came more into sight. They were perfect and he didn’t even know how to use them!

“Not an angel - an Imp.” Az corrected as the two of them landed, holding the tumblr back out for Lucifer to take. “And an increasingly annoying one at that.” He assessed the human before them with a skeptical eye. “Might want to try from somewhere a bit closer to the ground next time, little duck.”

“Yes. I am Lucifer. The Archangel. The Devil.” Luci gave the Detective a tight smile, relieved he got to the human in time, despite his outward apathy. He gave a snort at the question and his brother’s answer. “I think our fledgling was talking about me when he said angel. You’re not wrong though, Myxzptik is an imp.” Taking the glass back from Asmodel, he took a sip, folding his wings against his back, but not hiding them.

“So, you wished for wings.” Lucifer spared the Detective a glance, before looking back over the roof’s edge. “My brother has a point, you might want to try those wings out in a safer environment.”

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dick had been on the roof for no longer than an hour - but he’d gotten  a pretty good hand of just moving his wings, they were strong, powerful. they created gusts of wind powerful enough toe echo through the rooftops around him. he even felt himself lift off a little - his eyes daringly gazing at the edge of the building. he could feel the familiar tingle at the tips of his fingers, his heart hammering wildly in his chest. he hadn’t felt this kind of trepidation and exhilaration in a very long time. his heart nearly leapt out of his chest, and suddenly he was four again, standing atop the trapeze for the very first time next to his parents. 

he could do this - he could fly, right? he just needed a running start, get his wings flapping, and run. and he did, he charged towards the edge of the building and did his best to coordinate his wings’ movements, and he’d made it only a few yards before he began losing altitude. crap, dick closed his eyes and tried to focus and force his wings to move simultaneously because it really was either that or splat!

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He’s not going to do it. He’s not going to do it. He’s not…

He did it.

Az perched on the ledge of the next building, which was a couple stories taller, watching with a mix of annoyance and amusement. Myx had really hacked these humans lives and it was interesting to see what became of their desires. Apparently this one had wished for wings - a common desire of those earth bound and a recent irritation to the angel who found himself in a similar circumstance.

“Hey Luci, you should probably help the little hatchling before he’s an omelet on the pavement.” he hummed, his eye glowing a faint icy hue as he addressed his brother.

"Do I have to?" Lucifer huffed, appearing at his brother's side and watching as the human struggled to flap the wings. "Why ask for them if you can't use them?" He knew a thing or two about desires, and he was highly amused at Myx's exploits. Slightly less so now he had to intervene. Rolling his shoulders, he let his own wings loose, stepping to the edge of the roof. "Hold my drink." The full tumbler of scotch was passed to Az, before he took to the air. Gliding down to join the hapless human, he took hold of the scruff of his neck, smirking as he recognised the Cop. One of those who hadn't believed him when he'd given his name. "You look like a drunk cherub."

“Never is such a strong word though, are you sure about that?” he never met someone that in fact never lied. It was part of the human nature, and even someone that wasn’t human, had that in them too, but maybe he was wrong, “Really? You want to pay for my drink?” he gave the other a smile, “I should probably let you know, that I’m straight, I don’t want to lead you on.”

“Absolutely.” Lucifer’s smile showed his truth and betrayed his age for the briefest of moments. He’d been alive for billions of years and while he may have avoided telling the truth on occasions, he had never lied, either intentionally or not. “Of course, one good turn deserves another.” He always repaid his debts too, not that he had many of those. “I appreciate the honesty,” Luci’s smile held a hint of amusement, “we’ll drink to a new friendship.”

“Save the silver tongue for those you’re trying to convince into letting you near that blade.” John replied trying to hide his amusement at the innocent look Lucifer was offering.

Turning his attention to the tome he had open on the table, John waved a hand over it and muttered a few words. The pages flew by before landing on an object replication spell. His eyes studied the notes, frowning a little at the ingredient list.

“You’re in luck. Most of what’s required I have on hand.” John finally announced, moving into the kitchen. Adam looked up briefly from his colouring to see where the grown ups were going but didn’t comment.

“Luci, make yourself useful and get a knife out of that drawer.”

“Hmmm, no desires to share today John? Pity.” Lucifer teased, a teasing smile curving his lips, making him a picture of mischief momentarily. Deciding to prove that he could behave, if he so wished, Luci drifted closer, peering over the warlock’s shoulder at the book. The spell didn’t look too complex, though most of the ingredients being readily available was a little surprising.

Feeling eyes on him as he followed John, Lucifer glanced back at the child in time to see him return to his colouring. At least he hadn’t tried joining them in the rather cramped kitchen.

​Rose traced the rim of her whiskey glass before picking it up and swirling the amber liquid around in it as the man approached. Although, man wasn’t the right word now, was it? “Apologies, I guess my curiosity got the best of me.” she murmured as he approached, her eyes flickering back up to him with a subtle smirk playing across her lips. “I thought I knew the devil, but you’re a lot more handsome.”

“And has it been sated?” His eyes flicked down to her glass and then back up to her face. “Or piqued?” Taking a sip of his own drink he stood up the slightest bit taller at the compliment. “I aim to please.” Lucifer replied, a smirk of his own pulling at the corners of his lips. Clearly his reputation -and name- had already spread sufficiently on this earth. “Tell me, what brings you to Nox this evening?”

“You have an interesting energy about you.” Pamela noted when the man of the hour approached her table. She had anticipated just a quiet drink to herself, the bar one that she had heard about here and there as a decent place to lay low, without fear of the law. She hadn’t expected to find herself so interested in its owner - though she had certainly heard whispers about him too. “Besides, I doubt you go up on stage for people not to stare.”

“That was more in the…beginning. It’s a bit more comfortable now.” Az explained with a slight smile at the thought of it and also knowing that his brother was going through the same thing. These humans were more complex than they had given them credit for and they had more sway over them than they wished to admit. “You know, I thought you were a better liar than that brother.”

Az nodded, pausing a few steps behind him. “I will. Just - “ he paused before making his next request. “…just please do not place him in unnecessary danger. Call it a brotherly favor.”

“I never lie, Asmodel.” Lucifer spoke softly, truth ringing clear in his words, knowing that he could never be anything more to the Detective. His invulnerability didn’t work around her and if they became closer it may not work at all. How would he protect her then? “I’m better use to her this way.”

Why does it always have to be some flashy club?

Oliver wove through the throng of party goers lapping up the loose atmosphere. He couldn’t remember what part of him enjoyed the controlled chaos of a club; a side effect of uncontrollable person chaos in purgatory.  Oliver watched the wavering gazes that befall the man at the piano. The man in question that spurred his short trip to Metropolis. Everything about this seemed strangely on brand for the supposed king of hell. Oliver had tasted the kiss of death and felt the flames of purgatory on his skin. Why didn’t this place ignite the soles of his boots; like some invitation into his rightful home?  

“It’s not everyday you can watch the devil play the piano. Life never seems to surprise me.” 

“Never?” Lucifer tilted his head in a quizzical gesture, fairly certain that there was something he could do to surprise the other man. Though by all accounts Oliver Queen was very much straight and he had no desire to end up with an arrow embedded in his person. Even if it wouldn’t kill him it would destroy a perfectly good suit.

           𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐍 seems kinda familiar to her. Not that she knows him too well, but he said he was ‘Lucifer’ the last time she talked. She wanted to ask him a few questions. If he is truly ’Lucifer’ then, he’ll know how to answer her inquires. ❛ Sorry, couldn’t contain myself… Anywho. Can I ask ya somethin’? ❜

“Right.” Nate responded, willing himself to hold back and not point out that he actually was a historian and not just a guy that looked the part. It didn’t exactly add anything further to the conversation and there were more important things to concern himself with.

“Steel buns?” The historian stalled at the flirtation, guessing Constantine must have filled Lucifer in on his meta ability as well. 

“Yeah, well, good.” Nate cleared his throat, trying to remain professional despite the imagery Lucifer had just put in his head with his suggestive chatter. “When are you free? The sooner we get the blade the better, right?”

Of course Lucifer knew Nate was a qualified historian and not just a pretty face, but the lack of bit after his offhand comment gave him a better insight into Doctor Heywood’s character. Instead Luci smiled as they came to an agreement, glad the plan had been smooth sailing thus far. John had definitely chosen the right man for the job when he’d suggested Nathaniel.

A chuckle escaped him as his flirtation stalled the other man, picturing the buns in question was quite an easy task with the meta standing right before him.

His shoulders lifted lightly, he could be someone that gave people the benefit of doubt, but he didn’t trust easily, at least not anymore, “We will see, right now I’m not sure yet,” he admitted, he tended to be pretty honest too, hence why he had no trouble in telling him the truth, “Sure, I’m not busy right now anyway, I can take you there.”

“One rumor which is fact; I never lie.” Lucifer smiled, letting Conner make of that what he will. He was sure the Devil thing was what the younger man was finding so hard to believe. Just as it was for Detective Decker, and everyone else he met. They were quick to believe in aliens on this earth, fallen angels, not so much. “Wonderful. I’m buying.”