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khaleesiofalicante · 3 years

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OK I’M HERE! I READ IT! I’M LATE BUT IT DID IT! SERIOUSLY REGRETTING NOT READING IT EARLIER! FUCK SLEEP WHO NEEDS SLEEP!

I LOVE THE TWINS SO MUCH SHCDUJUHKFDUISVFDHYDEBCSJ

LEXI TELLING EVERYONE THAT SHE CAN TALK TO RAZIEL BESTIE YOU DOING GREAT!!!

“Lying is wrong!” Selena had told her sister.

“Yes, but cookies are delicious,” Lexi had pointed out, munching on them.

“Daddy!” Selena had said. “Tell her it’s wrong.”

“Lying is wrong!” Daddy had said, but she had barely heard a word since his mouth had been stuffed with cookies too.

LYING IS OKAY IF YOU GET COOKIES

She did not care much for jewellery, especially expensive ones. But Magnus had given this to her – and she didn’t want to take it off.

She combed her long hair and tied it into a high ponytail. If she was going shopping with Magnus, she had to look her best.

It was fine. There were worse ways to spend your tenth birthday. She got to spend it with Magnus. She was not going to complain about it.

AWWW SHE’S LITERALLY MAGNUS’ NO.1 FAN UHSDUCSDUYSDCFUYKSVCD

“Oh!” Selena had beamed. “Like Magnus! He always looks so magnificent!”

“Sure,” David had said, his ears pink in the cold. “That’s who I was thinking about.”

I don’t know much but I do know that his ears were not pink because of the cold and he was not thinking about Magnus.

Selena remembered wishing she caught the fever so Magnus could take care of her too.

Same- I MEAN WOULDN’T WE ALL??

ALSO, MAX STAYING WITH DAVID WHEN HE WAS SICK DWHYDYGUFEYUKGFYEUGFEWUYG

Oh, Jocelyn died.

Rip I guess?

OOOO THEY INVITED THE COHORT TO TALK ABOUT THIS STUFF BECAUSE SHADOWHUNTERS ARE DYING OF MUNDANE ILLNESSES

I say we kill them.

Selena had never felt anger like that before. She had wanted to drown that awful man in the lake she floated around in her dreams.

BESTIE SAME

“Lettuce?”

“Yes?”

“No screaming when I show you the gift,” Daddy said. “We have visitors at the institute.”

“Is it a sword?” Lexi asked.

“No,” Daddy replied.

“Then I won’t scream,” her twin shrugged at him.

AHUEDCHGUHFEWUIFUIRUI SHE’S SUCH A HERONDALE I LOVE-

PUPPY OH MY GOD IT’S A PUPPY!!!!!!!!

“IT’S A PUPPY! IT’S A PUPPY! OH MY GOD, IT’S A PUPPY! DAVID GOT US A PUPPY!”

Her twin had jumped – no, leaped – off the counter and dashed towards their father, who was holding a small grey puppy in his arms.

“I AM SO SORRY I TOLD YOU I DON’T WANT YOU, LITTLE FRIEND. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. I WILL PROTECT YOU WITH MY TWENTY TOY SWORDS!”

“Lexi, stop screaming!” Mommy said. “You will wake everyone up.”

“EVERYONE WAKE UP AND COME MEET MY PUPPY!” Lexi screamed even louder.

I LOVE HER SO MUCH DHJBSDCHJBFSJSFEDSF

She drew the unlock rune on the door the way her daddy did on his office door and sneaked into the Consul’s office.

I’m not even surprised anymore-

AWW, SELENA GOING THERE TO LOOK AT THE MURAL OF IDRIS. YOU’LL GO THERE ONE DAY BESTIE I PROMISE

ANJALI IS HERE Y’ALL!!!!!!!

Anjali walked over to her father’s desk, sat down on the chair, and put her feet on the table.

The Inquisitor’s table.

Only she could get away with something like that.

THERE’S MY FAVORITE PERSON EVER Y’ALL

EVEN ALEC IS WARY OF HER UHJSDVCUHSVDUUHSVUHSUIVGRVSR

Selena loved Idris with all her heart. But she knew Idris was not a perfect place.

Any place that was mean to Magnus could never be perfect.

EXACTLY

“Well, it turned out well for me,” Anjali winked. “Now when he gives me shit for my ‘bad judgement’ I just throw his dating history in his face. Dated Zara Dearborn? Broke up with Cristina Rosales? Yikes. Could not be me.”

BESTIE YES! HOW CAN DIEGO JUDGE PEOPLE’S JUDGEMENT WHEN HIS DATING HISTORY LOOKS LIKE THAT???

“Just because he looks like a movie star, it doesn’t mean everything should be handed to him,” Anjali answered, rolling her eyes. “Entitled piece of shit.”

You know I kinda ship them-

“Dang, girl. No practice swords for you, huh. You just straight up went for the mortal sword. I like your style.”

“Uncle Kit!” Selena yelled and ran towards him.

KIT KIT KIT KIT KIT KIT KIT KIT HISDUIDEUYKFSFUS7IKKIYGVFSDLY7TKGVFEDYTGFECYGU

ASH OMG ASH IS HERE TOO!!!!

"some man called Anus" BYE-

PARABATAI KIT AND ASH OMG

The whole pre-meeting prep is kinda giving me pre-wedding vibes idk how to explain but the whole rush and organizing that day and making calls and stuff.

“Ash was very beautiful. After Magnus of course” “She liked Aunt Izzy best. After Magnus of course,” GIRL HAS HER PRIORITIES STRAIGHT

"How bad can the cohort be?" well you see-

“Is that the cohort?” Selena asked, her voice a whisper.

“No, that’s a bitch.”

Yup. that’s accurate

“Is he here?”

“Whom?” Daddy asked.

“Alec Lightwood,” the woman asked.

“You mean the Consul?” Daddy asked.

“I meant Alec.”

“The Consul?”

“Alec!”

“Who also happens to be the Consul?”

“Fine, yes, the Consul!” the woman sounded impatient. “Is he here yet?”

It’s Lightwood-Bane bitch

AWWW SELENA DESCRIBING ALEC AS REGAL THAT’S SO CUTE

And accurate-

IT’S THE SAME BLUE AGAIN

Selena noticed her father was looking very emotional. She couldn’t blame him.

“My liege,” Daddy bowed deeply.

“Cut it out,” the Consul smacked him. “What’s the status?”

Yup, that’s them. Also same Jace.Same.

“I always expected the offspring of these two to be like…”

“Like what?” Daddy demanded.

At that moment, Lexi ran past the hall, yelling and screaming as she carried a toy sword in one hand and Dorian Gray in another.

“MAKE WAY FOR ALEXANDRA THE GREAT AND HER LOYAL COMPANION DORIAN GRAY! CHRISTOPHER! BRING ME MY OTHER NINETEEN SWORDS! WE MUST SET FIRE TO THE EVIL EMPEROR AND SAVE THE PRINCESS!”

“Like that,” Magnus chuckled.

Will in the afterlife, wiping tears: A true Herondale.

“I hope so too, Magnus,” Selena said shyly.

The Consul frowned at that. “It’s Uncle Magnus to you.”

Selena ignored that. The Consul was not the boss of her.

Well, technically he was the boss of everyone. But still!

UHNJCSDUHUSDHSVUDVUD SELENA

Do not remind me. I would like to remain blissfully unaware that not all of them are mortal :D

The Consul grumbled and turned to Mommy. “You were right to name her Fairchild. She is going to be a pain in my ass.”

“Hey!” Daddy covered Selena's ears again. “It’s like you guys didn't get my monthly newsletter on language modification!”

“No one here reads your newsletter, Jace,” Aunt Izzy rolled her eyes.

"I do," the Consul put up his hand.

Of course, you do Alec. I can totally see the LBAF gang defying Alec left and right UHKGXUYCSUYGCSYCFSED

“Izzy, how many times!” the Consul grumbled. “No placing bets on the children. Besides, everyone knows it’s going to be Alexandra.”

“Hey!” her parents said at the same time.

“What are y’all doing here?” Lexi came running then, cause her superpower was to magically appear whenever someone was talking about her. “We have shit to do! Come on!”

“Not helping, Lettuce!” Daddy shook his head. “Clary, take the lead.”

Of course, it’s gonna be Lexi.

FHUJCSDUHSDUHJ SELENA NOT UNDERSTANDING THE INNUENDO MAGNUS MADE LMAO NOT IN FRONT OF THE KIDS

“My name is Alexander Lightwood-Bane. I’m the Consul of the Clave. You will talk to me with respect.”

Selena saw Zara flinch at that. It was satisfying to watch.

Zara, I will gladly feed you to sharks stfu

“You sound a little jealous,” Zara grinned. “If you want to come back, we can arrange that. You could leave that good for nothing husband of yours and-”

“Zara, I swear by the angel,” Aunt Izzy said through gritted teeth. “Insult my husband again and see what happens.”

ISABELLE YES! I NEED MORE SIZZY WE DON'T HAVE ENOUGH OF THESE TWO

SHE DID NOT JUST INSULT MAX AND RAFE FUCK YOU BITCH

OH, NOW SHE INSULTED THE TWINS. I WILL DROWN YOU DO NOT TEST ME

“They called me a freak too,” her mother spoke. “Insult our children again and I will show you what freaks can do.”

YES CLARY

Max and David were really close. Like Daddy and Uncle Alec.

Maybe even closer. Like Uncle Alec and Magnus - cause one of them was a warlock! And they always gave each other dopey looks.

HJBASYUGJCESDYUTGVCSDUTVSDT6U7VSDC THIS! (I think they get together because of the snippet but if they don’t-)

The moment Magnus left, Max snatched the credit card and whistled. “Y’all, Christmas came early.”

“We can’t just buy anything, Max,” Rafe rolled his eyes. “Dad will be pissed when he finds out.”

“Maybe we should buy little things we can hide,” Max winked. “Little…but expensive things.”

“Oh, like diamond rings?” Lexi gleamed.

“What would you even do with diamond rings?” Selena demanded.

“Sell them in the black market in exchange for cash,” Lexi replied.

“By the angel, Lex,” Rafe chuckled. “I'm gonna keep both my eyes on you.”

LEXI YES OMG YES YES YES YES

“Your demands are unacceptable,” Rafe said, imitating his father. “How about ice-cream?”

“I accept your counter proposal,” Lexi nodded, imitating Daddy. “Let’s unleash hell in Baskin-Robbins.”

BASKIN ROBBINS BOUTA BE RAIDED BY 4 CHAOTIC CHILDREN LET’S GO

Holy fuck she has children. Who’s the poor father?

“These are my sisters Saraquel and Remiel and Michael,” the boy pointed at the girls, completely ignoring Rafe’s comment. “Our parents named us after the archangels.”

“And they called us angel freaks?” Lexi muttered incredulously.

“I know, Lexi. Fancy names indeed,” Max nodded. “But kinda hard to pronounce to be honest.”

A very genuine what the fuck

“My name is Alexandra James Herondale,” Lexi said, her voice steady. “And I am named after the greatest Consul and dopest archer of all time. He is a better man than any of your dumb archangels.”

YES LEXI YOU GO, GIRL

“Idris is lame,” Max snorted now. “You don’t even have internet.”

Lexi shuddered at that.

The reason I would never want to live in Idris

THE WAY SELENA WAS READY TO BEAT THE GUY UP WHEN HE INSULTED MAGNUS AND HOW MAX GOT ANGRY WHEN HE INSULTED DAVID

SELENA’S 10 BITCH FUCK YOU

“Holy shit!” one of the girls said. “That was kinda cool. Is that a twin thing?”

“It’s a common sense thing,” Lexi rolled her eyes. “Duck!”

People are idiots

But Selena tried not to think about the other girl. It didn’t matter whose daughter Michael was – it only mattered whose daughter Selena was.

And she was the daughter of Clary Fairchild and Jace Herondale.

She was not going to run.

GIRL YES

Y’ALL DON'T GET KILLED

AYY MAGNUS IS HERE THEY’RE ALL GONNA BE OK NOW

“It’s warlock magic,” the boy whispered – but not too quietly. “It’s demonic.”

Some of the ichor from the demons fell right on the boy’s head.

“Oops,” Magnus said. “Warlock magic is also a little clumsy.”

HVBCDSHJCSDYCDYJGCD THE BOY DESERVED IT!!!!!

“Manuel has an important meeting,” Zara rolled her eyes. “I’m stuck babysitting them.”

“It’s not babysitting when you do it!” Daddy said incredulously. “You’re their mother. It’s called parenting.”

GODDAMIT WOMAN DON'T HAVE CHILDREN IF YOU CAN’T TAKE CARE OF THEM

“He called David a bastard,” Lexi said.

“He did what?” her mother demanded.

“And he called Max a freak,” Selena said.

“He did what?” the Consul demanded.

“And he flirted with Selena,” Rafe made a face.

“HE DID WHAT?” Daddy looked murderous.

NAH BECAUSE WE’RE ALL DOWNRIGHT READY TO KILL THIS BITCH

ALSO, SELENA WAS SO RIGHT TO BREAK THE BOY’S NOSE.

“Look at them! Cahooting in demonic languages,” Zara sniffed.

“It’s Spanish,” Aunt Izzy said incredulously. “Your husband speaks it too!”

Zara you dumb shit-

That part where Magnus was checking up on all of them and seeing if they’re ok and the kids looked like they had never seen anything like that-

They deserve better. GODDAMN IT JULIAN BLACKTHORN MANAGED TO BE A BETTER PARENT 12

Her father held Selena’s hand in his. “You better raise your son to respect women, Zara – Because I’m raising my daughters to break noses.”

YES YES YES YES

He knelt down next to her and put a strand of hair behind her ear. “Can I tell you a secret, cupcake?”

Selena nodded. She loved secrets.

“People call me a freak too,” Magnus winked.

“You?” Selena gasped.

“Yes,” he nodded. “If people call you a freak, it means you are doing something different. Something bold. Something small minds will never be able to think of. So, it’s not an insult. Don’t forget that.”

YES THIS

AWWW THE LITTLE GIRL GAVE SELENA HER NECKLACE.

“Some people don’t like women in power.”

“Why not?”

“Because women get shit done.”

Selena giggled at that. “You said a bad word.”

“It’s not bad. Say it with me, Selena,” her mother said gently. “Women get shit done.”

YES WE GET SHIT DONE

“Are you saying I shouldn’t be afraid?” Selena asked. “I should be strong?”

“I'm saying you should be anything you want to be,” her mother kissed her head. “You can be brave like Izzy. You can be fearless like Emma. You can be kind like Cristina. You can be cool like Dru. You can be sensible like Maia. You can be confident like Lily. You can be smart like Tessa. You can be fierce like Diana. You can be geeky like me.”

Her mother held her face closely. “You get to decide what kind of woman you want to be. I want you to remember that - because there is no wrong way to be a woman.”

THIS! WE NEED TO HEAR THIS MORE OFTEN!

“The next time someone points fingers at you because you are a woman, go ahead and break them.”

DO IT

This was her mother.

Clary Fairchild. One of the most powerful shadowhunters.

Selena sometimes forgot that. Sometimes you forget your mom is so much more than your mom.

There is a person underneath that – someone full of dreams and hopes and talents you could never imagine.

SHE’S LITERALLY SO POWERFUL AND AMAZING IF I SEE ONE MORE PERSON HATE ON HER I'M GONNA KILL THEM

THE IDRIS VISION EDYUGYFEUGYUKGFEWUYTGFEWUTFEW7FE

Rafe was going to be their leader. He would be Selena’s Consul. She knew it.

Gigi was going to be just like Aunt Izzy. An amazing inventor. A chaos to be reckoned with.

Lexi was going to be the best fighter in the whole world. She would fly above everyone and everything.

And David and Max…Well, they seemed very happy with each other. Selena supposed that was enough. Like Uncle Alec and Magnus. To find something you can be happy with no matter what. Because sometimes there was no greater purpose than love.

And Selena….She knew exactly what she was going to do.

She was going to lead all of them back to Idris.

Explain why I'm crying reading this. I love them all so much. They mean so much to me already. SELENA ONE DAY YOU’RE GONNA LEAD THEM ALL BACK TO IDRIS I KNOW YOU WILL

This chapter was beautiful. I'm gonna be in a corner crying in case someone needs me. See ya on Friday!! (well technically it’ll be Saturday for me since for me the updates come after midnight)

THIS GAVE ME LIFE. LIFE, YA HEAR ME?

Also my favorite comment (which I might print on something) - GODDAMIT WOMAN DON'T HAVE CHILDREN IF YOU CAN’T TAKE CARE OF THEM

Also this made me laugh out loud so hard >> - GODDAMN IT JULIAN BLACKTHORN MANAGED TO BE A BETTER PARENT 12

#my bad about them tears but I am glad you enjoyed this one!!#lbaf #thank you!

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greatearthquakestudent · 3 years

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Lucifer: Angels Ranked

I recently watch Season 5 and damn love seeing more angels. I’m going ranked very angels that we saw in show.

Fallen Angels

13. Michael

Michael, he’s the worst angel to me. He’s willing to do anything to become god, even killing his own siblings like poor Remiel and threaten the others with the flaming sword. He secretly doesn’t respect God, and just wants ruin to Lucifer and his friends lives

12. Gabriel

Gabriel, she such a snitch and a coward. She just feels a lot like Michael’s sidekick and his number one.

11. Ibriel

Ibriel is nothing but a meat head henchman of Michael.

Angels

10. Uriel

Uriel is a dick, but wasn’t he just trying to follow God’s orders and bring Goddess back to hell?

9. Raziel

Was Raziel close to Remiel or something because she was able to briefly join Lucifer’s side? But she was a coward and Remiel would’ve been mad when she rejoined Michael side.

8. Hanjobadiel

TBH, other than his appearance and name, he has done nothing deserve to be lower than the previous 5.

7. Jophiel

Nothing against him, but Saraqael was right, he was such an idiot, but he was an idiot for not choosing Lucifer. But don’t really blame him, Lucifer did the start the rebellion but changed. What makes me even more mad is that all the other angels didn’t think for themselves.

6. Saraqael

The same reasons as Joe, but I love that Sara fell for a human, and she and Joe are more human than the majority of the others.

Archangels

5. Zadkiel

He was the only one (minus Remiel) to join Lucifer’s side, because he clearly is smarter than the others. I also love that he rapped.

4. Azrael

She clearly the nicest of angel even though she’s the angel of death. She the perfect little sister to Lucifer. I hope she gets to reunite with Ella and tell her and Lucifer truth

3. Remiel

I’m biased with her, I just find her to be badass looking with her wings. I love that she supported Lucifer even though she hates him because she knows better. She didn’t deserve to die. I wanted her to spent more time on earth with Lucifer and Amenadiel, We should really see a female angel living a human life.

2. Amenadiel

I love how he evolve, from being God’s Number One to overall just good guy. I’m hoping whatever happened next, he can handle it.

God

1. Lucifer

Ah the Lightbringer, he’s fun. I love Luci’s interaction with everyone, from Amenadiel to Linda to Chloe. He grown into a better angel who cares about everyone. He even care about his siblings more than Michael. He’s so good even Zadkiel joined his side. He deserve to be god way more than Michael ever did.

#angels #archangels #lucifer #amenadiel #remiel #azrael #zadkiel #saraqael #jophiel #hanjobadiel #raizel #uriel #ibriel #gabriel #michael

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krabandkrill · 3 years

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Wait, but how can sky kids call Remiel "mom"? After all, they are not born, therefore, don't have the concept of parents, so how do they know how to use this word? Also, I was always interested - how did your relationship even started? like... who is the one who started flirting first and how did you understand that you love each other?

Remiel: Oh I can’t really answer that, but one day they began calling me mom and I simply let it happen~!

Krill: As for who flirted with who- we’ve already answered that before, but I don’t mind telling you again

Remiel: Basically, I was trying to rescue a poor unfortunate soul that had been hunted down by dear Leliel and their big brother!

Krill: and when I chased after her to get the prey back, I simply couldn’t attack her all of a sudden

Remiel: And from that moment, they began searching for me...and I let them get closer and closer everyday~

Krill: And then we danced together, we sang together, we spent all day together...that’s how it happened

#sky children of the light #thatskygame #krab&krill #sky cotl #sky: children of the light #sky cotl krill #sky: cotl #sky cotl crab #that sky game #skykid #lady manta

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nanoland · 3 years

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new chapter (lucifer fic)

Ponder on the Narrow House, part 6

Mazikeen/Eve/Michael

(Whole thing can be read on AO3.)

Fuck the next bounty.

After thinking about it for ten seconds, Mazikeen turned them around and started driving straight for Los Angeles.

Eve can talk to him. Not me. He needs to talk to someone, and Eve will do.

Barely half a mile later, Amenadiel dropped out of the sky and landed in the middle of the road, just far enough away for her to bring the car to a screeching halt before it would otherwise have slammed into him like wet clay into a steel wall.

“We’ve got a problem,” he said, looking exhausted.

She snorted and pointed skyward. “Yeah. This? Not gonna lie, I was expecting something like this. But I thought it would take, like, at least a month.”

Wincing, Amenadiel said, “No, that’s… that’s a different problem and Chloe’s promised to discuss it with him. Maze, we need you back at Lux. Now.”

“Hi, Amenadiel!” Eve called, waving.

He succeeded in smiling at her without even glancing at Michael, despite his younger brother sitting right at her side, glaring fixedly.

“Why?” demanded Mazikeen, tensely drumming her fingers on the wheel. (Inner voice hissing, Shouldn’t have left him alone, you dumb bitch, you’ve been doing this for centuries and you know what he’s like when you leave him alone for more than five minutes.) “Seriously – what could he possibly need me for? He’s God.”

Sighing, Amenadiel put his wings away. “Mazikeen, we’re all well aware that Lucy often… has difficulty focusing. To put it mildly. There’s a lot more for him to focus on now than ever before. He’s trying to undo climate change. To that end, he started refreezing all the melted ice in the Arctic. But he did it too quickly and, resultantly, there are several hundred trapped ships we need to save and several thousand dead penguins to resurrect and, to be honest, he hasn’t really got the hang of resurrection yet – you remember what Dan looked like for the first few hours after Lucifer brought him back to life…”

“Eurgh. Yeah. Yuck. Totes not the kinda shit you’d wanna see in Happy Feet.”

Michael was snickering.

“Right. And then there are all the changes he’s been making locally,” Amenadiel went on. “The expansion of Lux, the overnight disappearance of all Los Angeles’ firearms, his deciding that the city’s white supremacist population should grow a third ear so they can be easily identified, and, well, it turns out that a lot of Chloe’s colleagues at the police station-…”

“I get it, I get it. Chaos everywhere. As usual. What, exactly, is the problem he wants me to fix?”

Amenadiel exhaled heavily. “The demons. The ones you brought from Hell to help us defeat Michael.”

“Oh, so you do remember I exist,” Michael muttered.

Stonily ignoring him, Amenadiel said, “They’re still on Earth and they’re causing trouble. The one called Dromos, in particular. He’s gathered followers and they’ve surrounded Lux.”

Her brother’s face – his real face, not the human puppet he wore – flashed through her mind’s eye; a memory from when they were unruly children and had raced through Hell together, using the stone pillars that they’d not yet known were cells as an obstacle course. She’d been faster; he, more athletic. Together with a few cousins, they’d made a fearsome team, and not even their meanest older siblings had bullied them.

She folded her arms and looked away. “They’re demons. Lucifer can deal with them. Snap his fingers and turn them into rats or whatever. Make them explode.”

“Mazikeen,” Eve murmured, soft and low, touching her shoulder. “You don’t want that. They’re your family.”

Amenadiel blinked, as though that hadn’t occurred to him. “Er… yes, there’s that. There’s also the fact that Lucifer doesn’t want all of humanity to see him as the type of God who casually annihilates his enemies; a harsh, vindictive God. He wants to be liked. To be loved.”

“Fine. So why don’t you and the other angels sort it out?”

“Come now, Maze. A bunch of angels and a bunch of demons waging war in the midst of a bustling city? Humans will die. But you’re the Queen of Hell now and, by extension, the Queen of Demons. If you command Dromos to stand down, he will. This can all be resolved peacefully.”

Eve’s fingertips were cool against her skin.

Mazikeen looked back at the sky. The cloud letters were starting to dissolve. “What does he want?”

“Who?”

“Dromos. He doesn’t act on instinct. He’s a planner. He wants something.”

Shrugging, Amenadiel said, “He shouted at me about demanding an audience with the king. I didn’t ask for details. I don’t really care. Dromos isn’t someone I’m inclined to listen to at the best of times. The last time the wretch showed his face on Earth, he kidnapped my son.”

“Mmm. Kinda like your sister was gonna do. Kinda like you were gonna do, now that I think about it.”

“Maze!” he gasped, sounding shocked and hurt. “You can’t compared poor Remiel’s misguided actions to-…”

“I’ll do it,” she interrupted. “Take me to Lux. Now.”

“Excuse me? What about us?” snapped Michael.

Mazikeen met Eve’s gentle gaze. “You don’t need to be involved in this. My family drama, it – it’s not pretty.”

“My son killed my son,” said Eve, taking her hand. “My husband loved another woman. I’m used to drama.”

Swallowing, Mazikeen glanced at Michael. “And you, wimp?”

Feigning disinterest – feigning it badly – he said, “You showed up to my last domestic dispute. Guess this’ll make us square.”

“I’ve only got two arms. I can’t carry all of you,” Amenadiel pointed out.

Mazikeen rubbed her chin. “No… but you can carry the car, right?”

He didn’t have time for this. There was so much to do.

“World hunger,” he recited as he bounced from one laptop to the next, all twenty-three of them displaying a different article or video by a leading scientific or sociological mind, “wealth inequality, pollution, cancer, droughts, racism, elderly abuse, housing shortages, cruelty to animals…”

“Lucifer,” said Linda patiently, sitting on his best couch with her legs crossed, a cup of coffee and a laptop of her own beside her. “You said you wanted my advice as to how you should manage this whole ‘being God’ business.”

“I do, doctor! Very much. Your input is invaluable. Blast, where did I put that map of Alaska? I’m thinking of making it bigger; slotting it in alongside the Arctic to help stabilise all that new ice.”

“Right. Thanks. So here – here is what I’m suggesting now; slow down. Seriously. Take a breath, step back, and think your next move through.”

He scoffed. “‘Slow down’? Doctor, I need to work at least three times faster if I’m to keep up with everything. There are people suffering everywhere, millions of them! There are sinners in need of punishment! I’m seriously considering asking Chloe to be my Deputy God. I never imagined omnipotence would entail so much paperwork and she’s always been better at that than me.”

Outside the penthouse, many stories below, the chanting grew louder. None of the human police officers, journalists, and gawkers who’d gathered to watch could understand it; it was in Lilim.

Cursing, Lucifer strode to the balcony and shouted down, “For the last time, would you all kindly piss off? I’m trying to fix an entire planet here!”

He heard the elevator open and moaned. “Detective, not now. Please. I’m very sorry I haven’t returned your calls – I swear I’m not avoiding you – it’s just that I’ve got a lot on my plate today and we did already agree to meet for supper at-…”

“Lucifer,” said Linda, sounding terrified.

“Lucifer,” said someone else, sounding irritable.

Now that he was God, rage didn’t turn his eyes red anymore. It turned them gold and blindingly bright, like spotlights. Fists clenched, he turned to see Dromos step into the penthouse, once again clad in the flesh of the late Father Kinley and wearing a leather jacket.

“Nice trick, making all the doors disappear. Finally decided to climb up the side of the building with a sledgehammer and burrow my way through into the elevator shaft,” said the demon, hands in his pockets and concrete dust coating his beard and his bald head. “I want to talk to you, sire.”

Storming across the room while Linda remained frozen, white-faced, on the couch, Lucifer snarled, “You! You have the nerve to come here, to stand before me, after what you did to my nephew?”

He took Dromos by the neck and lifted him off the ground, his wings opening in fury (he had six of them now).

Stoical even as he choked, Dromos said, “I need. To talk. I will leave immediately afterwards.”

“Oh, you’ll leave, alright! You’ll be lucky if I don’t throw you into an active volcano, you accursed traitor!”

Dromos’ stolen skin began to sizzle beneath his fingers. He waited until the demon’s face was wrinkled with pain before throwing him to the floor hard enough to crack the wood and make a crater.

“I will leave,” Dromos gasped, coughing up blood, “when I have spoken.”

“What could you possibly have to say for yourself? Kidnapper. Child-thief.”

Still on the couch, Linda said tremulously, “Lucifer, you’re… you’re hurting him. Stop it. Please.”

“Let us stay!” shouted Dromos, and coughed again before dragging himself up onto his knees. “On Earth. That’s what I came to say. Let your erstwhile subjects stay on Earth if they choose – at least, those who served you in the battle against Michael. Don’t force them to return to Hell. Let them, let us choose where we live, going forward. That’s my request, your Majesty. My only request.”

Lucifer boggled at him. “Is that a joke? Demons? On Earth, indefinitely, unsupervised? Are you out of your tiny mind, Dromos?”

Baring teeth, Dromos said, “Why not? What does it matter to you now? You’ve got everything you could possibly want. Everything anyone could possibly want! All we’re asking is the freedom to come and go as we please.”

“No.”

He spoke the word bluntly, and then he stepped back, adjusting his cuffs. Regaining his composure. “Never. You’re dangerous and untrustworthy. This world is for humans, not you. Good grief, haven’t I got enough to preoccupy my mind, without the added stress of demons rampaging around town?”

“We won’t rampage. We just-…”

“Why are you even coming to me with this? Mazikeen’s the new Queen of Hell. Didn’t you get the memo?”

Dromos wiped blood from his lips. “I don’t know if my sister and I are on speaking terms right now. And she may be Queen, but you’re God; I assumed you would be tasked with such decisions. After all, there’s never been a demon in charge of Hell before. We were told – we were always told – that only angels could rule us. I don’t doubt Mazikeen’s competence, but I…”

He seemed to run out of steam, spreading his hands and finishing weakly, “Lucifer, you’re the king. You’ve been the king for millions of years. For my entire life. Look, if you really don’t want us leaving Hell, then can you at least use your newfound power to improve it? Let us have the things mortals enjoy? Pianos, dogs, blankets, weekends, all that stuff?”

Lucifer rolled his eyes. “That would rather defeat the purpose, wouldn’t it? Hell is supposed to be a place of punishment. The ultimate consequence awaiting sinners. I need a carrot and a stick, Dromos. How else am I supposed to convince people to behave if I don’t? Imagine a rapist arriving in Hell and being confronted with demons playing pianos and walking their dogs. Wouldn’t have quite the desired effect, would it?”

Dromos was quiet for a moment, then said without inflection, “Perhaps you could find somewhere else to put rapists. Somewhere other than our home.”

Throwing up his arms, Lucifer said, “More demands! Don’t you see how selfish you’re being? Here I am, doing my best to end all suffering, and you’re complaining about babysitting a few evil-doers – which, might I remind you, is your job. Nay, your very reason for existence. Always has been. Why’re you getting stroppy about it now?”

“I think,” Linda began, taking a tentative step forward before stopping and clearing her throat. “Excuse me. May I interrupt? Um. Okay, so I think that maybe Dromos has a point here, Lucifer.”

“Doctor! This is the creature that stole your baby!”

“Yes, I know. And I’m not saying I forgive him for that, but…”

“I wasn’t going to eat the brat,” Dromos grumbled. “I was going to make him a king.”

“You took him away from his mother!” Lucifer shouted.

“Gentlemen!” said Linda, sharply. “Please! Let’s try to talk this through like adults.”

Overcome with frustration, and only vaguely aware that he’d not been sleeping well lately, Lucifer kicked the nearest chair. “I can’t believe you’re siding with him, doctor.”

“I’m not siding with anyone. I-…”

“You don’t know these people like I do. You didn’t spend millions of years in Hell alongside them. The only demon you’ve ever gotten acquainted with is Maze, and she’s not like the others; even without a soul, she’s learned how to behave like a more-or-less civilised adult, barring the occasional tantrum. But your average, baseline demon has nothing to them besides wrath and cruelty. Lilith made them to be weapons and that’s all they really are. I mean – just imagine, for a moment, how hard it was for me. To go from the Silver City, the most beautiful place ever created, to a lightless nightmare realm full of these bloodthirsty animals. To be surrounded by them, for endless eons, while they nattered mindlessly on and on about how much they love torture and pain and…”

He trailed off. Linda and Dromos were both looking past him.

To the elevator. Where – oh – Mazikeen was standing.

Where Mazikeen was crying.

No sobs, not like when Dan had died. No expression at all, really. Just open eyes, motionless muscles, and steady tears.

Before Lucifer could say a word, she pressed the button to close the elevator doors.

“Wait!” he yelped, sprinting over to stop them.

He needn’t have bothered. Now that he was God, objects did whatever he told them to do. The doors stilled, half-open.

“That sounded wrong,” he acknowledged, clasping her shoulders in apology. “You completely missed the context. What I was trying to say was-…”

“Don’t touch me.”

It was a phrase he’d heard many times before from mortal lovers to whom he had accidentally revealed his Devil Face. Some of them said it in horror. Some of them, the religious ones, said it in anger.

Mazikeen looked neither horrified nor angry. She looked sick. As though the very sight of him turned her stomach.

Lumbering over, Dromos stepped into the elevator alongside her and pointedly pressed the button again. With no idea what to do or say, Lucifer allowed the machinery to work.

The elevator closed.

“What have I done?” he asked Linda.

Nothing I didn’t know.

“Maze?” called Eve, waiting by the car with the others as Mazikeen stepped out of Lux’s front door and into the sunlight.

The door hadn’t been there when they’d arrived. She’d been forced to use Dromos’ route. Lucifer must have decided to put it back. He could do that now. Just decide things. Didn’t need servants, nor followers, nor anyone. Sure didn’t need a ‘more-or-less civilised adult’ whose kin were animals.

“Maze! Wait!”

Mazikeen didn’t know where she was going, only that she was walking very quickly and felt that she’d die if she stopped. She heard Eve’s heels patter on the pavement and heard her say her name a third time, quiet and worried, and that was what stilled her feet.

“What happened?” murmured Eve, cupping her face.

The fifty or so demons who’d been standing around outside Lux when Amenadiel had set the car and its passengers down were still there. Instead of chanting to get their king’s attention, they were now looking at her.

Michael and Amenadiel stood among them, the latter having been trying to convince them to stop blocking traffic.

Which was what she should have been doing. It was what he’d brought her here to do. But she’d been gripped by a sudden, violent need to see Lucifer, to check on him, just quickly, before tending to her siblings. Once a bodyguard, always a bodyguard.

Except that wasn’t what I was. Not to him. To him, I was a Rottweiler on a leash.

“Are you alright?” asked Amenadiel, his eyes overflowing with concern.

That was what cracked her.

To him. Not to everyone. Not to Eve, or Amenadiel, or Linda. It’s not that I’m incapable of earning love and respect.

I’m just incapable of earning his.

Her legs gave out. She crumpled against Lux’s outside wall and started to weep properly, loud and bitter.

Eve immediately dropped down beside her, holding her tight. Michael shuffled closer, rubbing his shoulder while his mouth opened and shut, testing out sentences that were never spoken.

Then Dromos was there, kneeling, his face sad and tired.

“We did what we were told,” she said to him in Lilim, through sniffles. “We obeyed. We were loyal. We… we…”

“We are alone, sister,” he replied. “But I think we always were.”

“We obeyed!”

“We obeyed Lilith and she left. We obeyed Lucifer and he left. No one wants us, Mazikeen. It’s just the truth.”

She took a shuddering breath and squeezed her eyes shut. “No. I want us.”

Seizing his jacket’s shoulder, she hauled herself to her feet and addressed the crowd, her voice raw: “I want you! You’re my family and I want you! And I swear I will be the queen you deserve, for as long as you’ll have me!”

Her human skin fell away, the left side of her face turning cold, bony, and brittle.

Stepping back to join their siblings, Dromos asked hesitantly, “What would you have us do, then, my queen? What are your orders?”

Hurriedly drying her eyes, she studied them one by one. “Whoever wants to can stay here. But I’m going home. Hell is going to be ours, Dromos. No more damned souls. No more angels. It’s ours now and we’re going to make it into something we can love.”

She turned to face Eve and Michael, her heart pounding. “You’ll come with me, yeah? You’ll stand with me?”

“Always,” said Eve, closing in to kiss her.

“Whatever,” Michael muttered, clearly just relieved that the crying part was over.

Amenadiel sighed, shaking his head gravely. “Mazikeen, are you sure this is what you want? You won’t be able to leave Hell on your own – you’ll need to contact me.”

“Yeah. At least until this one grows his feathers back,” she said, gesturing at Michael. “That’s okay. You’ll always come when I call, right?”

“Of course. You’re my friend, Maze. I’m sorry if I haven’t said that often enough.”

Fuck it. Cringing on the inside, Mazikeen drew Amenadiel into a quick, gruff hug. “You too, idiot.”

#lucifer #mazikeen #lucifer morningstar #eve #amenadiel #michael #michael demiurgos #dromos #fanfic #my fic

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Lucifer: Season 5, Part 1 Thoughts

Part 1 of Season 5 of Lucifer came out on Netflix on August 21. And you bet your bottom dollar that I binged all 8 episodes. I stayed up until 2 am on August 22, but it was worth it. I’m not sure if the cast, crew, writers, and producers went into this season thinking it was their last (It’s not, Part 2 of Season 5 is rumored to be out in February of 2021, with the final season, Season 6, rumored to be released in early-mid 2022.) or what, but they really brought their A game for the first 8 episodes of the season.

What follows are some random thoughts I have on the season. Yes, there may be spoilers!

- I really like that the last couple of seasons have explored the supporting cast more. Maze, Ella, Linda, Dan - they are being fleshed out a lot and I am living for it.

- Seeing more of Linda’s backstory was great. And, I liked the way it tied into Maze’s own feelings regarding Lilith and abandonment. I am here for Linda x Maze, may that be a deep friendship or something more. I always love them together.

- Speaking of Maze - it is getting repetitive to see her be pissed at Lucifer (who really needs to step up and see that she is her own demon with thoughts and feelings.) or being down on herself for not being able to make solid connections. Maze, you have connections: You have a best friend in Linda, friends in Chloe, Ella, Amenadiel, Trixie, Charlie. These people are your found family! They love you, Maze. But, Maze has to learn to love herself. Stop betraying them because she’s upset. All that said, Lesley-Ann Brandt always brings her A-game.

- I didn’t care for Lilith. I get what she was trying to do and that, in the end, she wanted mortally and love, but even she couldn’t find it. But, she abandoned her children. :( I’m thinking her ring will play a key role down the road: either to give Maze mortally/a soul, give Eve immortally (so she and Maze can be together?), make Lucifer human, save Chloe, something! That ring is coming back into play.

-Amenadiel worrying about being a good father to baby Charlie. It was really cute, as is his friendship with Dan. The scenes with Dan, Amenadiel, Lucifer, and Jed trying to calm the baby were comedy gold. I also really loved seeing Amedadiel working a case with Chloe. He’s just grown so much as a character during the last five seasons and I’m here for it.

- Dan finding out about Lucifer was a bit of a surprise. Poor guy. He’s been lost since Charlotte’s death and all this new age stuff seems to be his way of trying to find meaning in his life. And, now he has to deal with the fact that EVERYTHING is real and his ex-wife/friend is in love with the actual Devil. And, he has this great fear that he’ll go to Hell, because of all he’s done - and knowing the Devil is real - of course that is going to mess with his mind! And, Michael - playing on fears - knew just want to do with that. I’m interested to see where Dan goes during Part 2 of the season.

-I felt so bad for Ella. She decided that she wasn’t going to go for the “bad boys” and that she was going to look for a nice, normal man for a normal romance and what does she find? A freaking serial killer! Who was using her and planning to kill her! Like, Ella, girl, take a break from dating for a while. She either dates men with no futures, serial killers, or Dan.

- I have to give it up to Tom Ellis in his portrayal of Micheal. So twisted and cowardly and yet weirdly I get it? From what the show has told us or implied - before his fall, Lucifer was one of their parents favorites, made Michael miserable, was a favorite of some of the other siblings. I can see a twin becoming jealous and causing issues. It’s interesting that Michael straight out stated he planted the idea of rebellion in Lucifer’s head. Michael planted the idea of causing Eve to sin. Of coming to Los Angeles. I’m wondering how much of it is true and how much was Michael just speaking nonsense. And, what else has Michael planted in Lucifer (or anyone else’s) head? Did he plant Chloe in God/Dad’s head? Did he pretend to be God/Dad and tell Amenadiel to bless the Decker’s with a baby? Oh, the possibilities.

-While I didn’t love episode 4 (it felt a bit like filler) - it was so good to see Tricia Helfer, back on the show. I miss Mom and Charlotte.

-Chloe finding out she was a blessing/gift from God/Dad? I am so thrilled they didn’t get too angsty with it and played it perfectly. Yes, she had every right to be confused and upset. But, thank goodness they didn’t drag that out! The writers really hit a lot of great beats with Chloe this season.

- I have read that some viewers were annoyed that Chloe was/is worried that Lucifer doesn’t lover her back - when he has shown his love via actions - but, I get it. Lucifer is Lucifer. He self sabotages, he refuses to deal with issues, and he tends to pull away. He become invulnerable - right after it was more or less agreed by everyone that Lucifer chooses to be vulnerable around Chloe because of his love for her. She might be thinking: “Okay, will he get bored? Is this real? Will something else happen that makes him pull away?” Chloe needs to have a solid talk with Lucifer, and it’s a talk that he may not be ready to have. As a show-runner hinted: “You can’t fully be in love with someone until you fully love yourself.” And, we all know that Lucifer is still working on loving himself.

- I was really proud of Lucifer during the first half of the season. He stayed in Hell to protect Charlie, Chloe, and the world. He only left to deal with Michael and he was smart enough to leave Amendadiel in charge. He was honest with Chloe, he tried (in his own way and to the best of his abilities) to give her space, he bonded with Dan, he got jealous (that was hilarious), he moved forward with Chloe, he tried (again in his own way and to the best of his abilities) to not freak out over losing his “mojo”, he admitted (to others and himself) that he NEEDS Chloe, he found Chloe. He showed some nice growth. He’s by no means a mature and fully realized “person” yet, but it’s clear he is trying.

- When Dad/God showed up? I had no idea Dennis Haysbert had been cast in the role, so I was so excited. He’s a great choice. I love that he came down from the Silver City to break up a fight between some of his children. His ex walking around Earth? Demons coming to Earth? A half-angel being born? Eve coming down? Cain and Lucifer fighting? Dad/God’s not bothered by that. He’s not coming down for that. But, his children fighting? Yeah, he’s physically and completely coming down to break that stuff up. I’m excited.

- So, 5A mentioned the Silver City and some of the other angels often. We learned that many of Lucifer and Amenadadiel ‘s siblings are praising Lucifer for going back to Hell to protect Earth. Something which Michael can’t stand. We also learn that Dad/God has locked himself away and that Michael is the only one he speaks to. You guys - I NEED to see some of the other angels or at least hear about them. Maybe even hints of what the Silver City looks like? Uriel may be dead, but Azrael and Remiel are still in the Silver City. And, the show has mentioned a Castiel, who enjoys music. We’ve also heard about Gabriel and Raphael, who are apparently proud of Lucifer for being mature enough to return to Hell on his own. I’m actually wondering how many children Dad/God and Mom actually had together? So far we have nine angels/children. Did they have hundreds? Thousands? Just those nine?

- Let’s talk Deckerstar. If you are a fan of Deckerstar, as I am, then you were loving 5A. There was awkwardness, angst, cuteness, sweetness. They were flirty and playful. When they FINALLY had sex? Linda and Ella weren’t the only one celebrating. And, I loved that it really seemed that BOTH Chloe and Lucifer spent 5A trying to be honest and straight forward with one another. They seem to have realized that they’ve wasted too much time and they have to try and be honest with one another, even if it is very hard.

- Overall, I LOVED Part 1 of Season 5 and CANNOT wait for Part 2. 2021 cannot come soon enough!

-And, I’m sorry, but Lucifer gifs are lined up in my queue for days to come.

#Lucifer #lucifer on netflix #Lucifer Morningstar #Chloe Decker #dan espinoza #ella lopez #linda martin #amenadial #mazikeen smith #Deckstar #tom ellis #lauren german #kevin alejandro #d.b. woodside #lesley-ann brandt #rachel harris #aimee garcia #tricia helfer

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Lucifer Meta: Wings & Identity

~First of all long time no see. Yes, I was busy with work and uni this past year and also I didn't have the time nor the patience to be on two social media platforms at the same time. I apologise for that!

In this post, I’ll try to meta Lucifer and his wings on a different level which you will understand once you have read this post. The inspiration came when last night I re-watched 4x07 and the ending was short of a revelation for me in regards to Lucifer, how he perceived himself but also what he wanted to be.

In 4x07 as you remember Lucifer discovers that his once fluffy white wings now are monstrous, leathery bat wings and cannot comprehend why is that. He says

Lucifer: You have to help me, doctor. I don't want to be a monster. Linda: What's wrong? Lucifer: It's my wings. I hadn't checked them since my devil face returned. I was afraid they might have gone. I was afraid what that might mean. What that might say about me.

^If you had not noticed you can see that Ellis portrayed Lucifer crying in that scene. You can see the tear dropping from the tip of his nose.

Now as you remember in S3 we had a Lucifer who abhorred his wings but there was a mistake in comprehending what exactly he fought so hard against. It was not his wings it was the fact Lucifer felt he was manipulated and forced to be something. Up to that point, angelhood and devilhood had to do on which side of Dad’s grace an Angel was but that was disproven by the end of that season, therefore, the wings in S3 were something that held no physical hatred but an emotional one.

At 3x11, Lucifer comes to the self-realisation, which might be a wrong one, that in this city of Angels, he is not one anymore. He says to Amenadiel that he waited to be forgiven in Hell by Dad but now Lucifer decides to abandon that, I would say abandon that hope. In the end of 3x11, he has Maze cut his wings and at that moment he physically severies a bond while turning the manifesting an emotional pain, that of Dad’s rejection with a physical pain, that of self-harming himself to disassociate with Him.

In a sense cutting his wings in 3x11 like in the beginning of S3 is a bit like Lucifer trying to remove a common familial feature that associated him with his Father but when Amenadiel rejected him he abandoned all hope. It’s like cutting a mole or I would go further and say taking our your eyes because you inherited your father’s colouring and you simply cannot stand to see that every day.

So cutting the wings was painful but also a tantrum while Lucifer lost a foundation and started spiralling until Chloe came it his life. No, she didn’t make everything better but she gave him a path and that was a healing process. It’s also remarkable how Lucifer for five years he kept his wings safe in a container, and in 1x07 he tells his brother that:

Lucifer: To fool me into desiring the wings and the hellish throne they accompany. Well, do you know what? It almost bloody worked. A rip cord back to the life that dear old Dad chose for me. But I don't need it now, because, in case I haven't made myself abundantly clear, I'm never going back to Hell.

In the lines, Lucifer delivered above in S1 we often go back to how they were used for Hell’s depiction in S4 or how Lucifer didn’t want to go back but the one part we always leave out of our metas is the line: “fool me into desiring the wings”.

Why would Lucifer ever desire the wings? It was clear in S3 he hated them but again as I have explained before it was not the actual wings. He didn’t desire the wings per se and that ties with 3x11. In 3x11 Lucifer forces himself to stop considering himself as an Angel although he desperately wants to. Yet not in the sense, you may believe.

In 3x11, 1x07 and 4x07 we can see that the wings are a physical and emotional part of Lucifer that yet they also hold a connection to what he once was, an angel. In 4x06, Ella says that what they expect us to believe that the Devil went from an Angel to the epitome of Evil? At that point, Chloe correctly says that Ella is right, Lucifer is also an angel. Not was, is.

At this point let’s clear some confusion about the Angel part. When we are talking about Lucifer being an Angel it does not mean that he should be virtuous or replace the piano with a harp at LUX. It does not mean that Lucifer is subjected to a certain behaviour and nature due to his state of being, aka being an Angel because in all honesty he always was an Angel that never, ever changed.

Lucifer’s case is a bit like a person doing inhuman acts. Yet they stay human, they were born human and will die as a human. Acts good or bad do not move people up and down a scale of what a human is, because you cannot stop being a human but you can choose what kind of human you wish to become. A person who wants to protest against a policy is not a bad human or a bad citizen but has an opinion which he or she wishes to express and seeks the freedom to do so.

Now getting back to sociology and criminology, studies were focused on why poor or second-generation migrants are more likely to commit a crime and the answer after the 1980′s, the most popular one was social exclusion. Of course, you cannot pinpoint a whole field of study on just that but for this meta we will just have to in order to proceed.

Lucifer was thrown away from his home, he felt betrayed by his Father and Mother. He was socially excluded by his siblings in Heaven and Hell and so what was marched and presented as a freedom march ended up being criminalised to the point where when Lucifer looked back to himself he could only see that distorted image yet the wings remained white, fluffy, untouched by the grimness of what he believed he had become. A monster.

In S2 we see that Amenadiel lost his wings because he didn’t believe he was an Angel anymore. His actions that filled him guilt and doubt over his very nature didn’t make him a Devil but human. He lost his wings but at 3x17 he has accepted his mortality and regains his wings only when Charlotte dies and thus elevates himself on the fact that everyone is redeemable and is what you make of yourself not what Dad believes you deserve.

If that’s the case why Lucifer never lost his wings if he believed he was just a Devil? Again because he always saw himself as an Angel until s4 that is.

In 4x01 there is finally another key moment, another key line:

Lucifer: I've had literal aeons to come to terms with what you saw. My- My monstrous side. [SHUDDERS.] But it's not all that I am. At least I hope not. [SIGHS.] Either way, it's unfair of me to expect you to just accept it. I'm honestly not sure when I'll be able to. If ever.

This brings us back and forth in seasons and episodes. First that his Devil face is not a welcome feature but something he hides behind as we saw in a metaphor the writer room gave us in 4x09. It’s a mask that does not hide but projects his fears, his guilt and his despair towards mainly to himself...

Lucifer has not accepted what his physical Devil manifestation is and that’s clear in 4x01 as when he says, come in terms with it does not mean that he has accepted it but was dejected to it as we saw in 3x11.

Second, he insists it’s not all that he is. As we saw in his speech in 4x07 he does not consider himself a monster but it’s like a slide that takes him in places he cannot control and which we see more clearly in 4x09 but also in 4x10. At the end of 4x10, it’s not his rage that turns him into his Devil form if you like but his guilt in my opinion. People have died, demons roam the earth, his nephew was taken because of him and Chloe is attacked so he lashes out and like a child, he projects the impossible. He puffs out and makes himself loos threatening while he is scared and lost again.

Third, I would like to explore more the ‘when’ part. It shows that after billions of years Lucifer still considers himself an angel despite the monstrous side that takes over here and there. In his speech in 4x08 we have an example of what that feels like:

Lucifer: There is something rotten inside of me. I find it near impossible to drown out the constant cacophony of voices whispering in my ear, telling me I am evil. I'm drowning, doctor! And I can't stop asking myself why do I hate myself so much?

The rotten and drowning part Lucifer expresses presents us with a visual where whatever bothers him, he feels it spreading, taking over contaminating him. Yet contaminating what? The angel he is? If an angel is a partly rotten will that spread and if it has is he still considered an angel or is it something entirely new? Something that needs and has been thrown away before it affects the rest?

With all that, we see that Lucifer has not accepted being the Devil as many perceive him to be and that in reality, the Devil, in this case, is not due to him being evil or making bad decisions and acts but because he is simply different. Obviously, I’m talking about the series.

The Devil in this series is just an Angel with a different opinion which was twisted. Perhaps that different opinion was expressed in a wrong way aka the Rebellion but that cannot birth evil as we know it. Furthermore, there is no scale to null good acts with bad acts and keep an equilibrium so all that, have him in a state of total confusion because what he believes he is deep down aka an angel does not correspond to what he does some times nor what an angel should be which brings him in a constant self-rejection as what he is cannot be comprehended and by many is not a state of existence.

Like in the case of Amenadiel or Remiel it was easier to believe that Lucifer’s nature had been corrupted entirely leaving nothing back to what he once was rather than recognise that people as Chloe said, constantly changing so there is no real medium to be reached aside from what is right and wrong and what you can do for that.

Finally, the cacophony of voices is not just in his head is every individual who has enforced their opinion on what Lucifer is now. To make it clearer just think of Amenadiel in 3x11.

Lucifer: Yes, of course, it'll work, Brother. That's why you asked me, remember? Someone crafty, smart- Amenadiel: And evil. [LAUGHS.] Lucifer: Evil? Amenadiel: Well, if you want to find a deplorable criminal, you just ask a well, you know what I mean, Luci. Come on. You are the Devil, after all

So what can we take from all of the above? That Lucifer is an angel, he wishes to be an angel just a different kind of one. He is confused between his duty and his punishment on what he should be and what he is and yet all comes down to one very simple thing. Lucifer is an angel and he wishes to be one but not under the terms that have been subjected to all his siblings and that unique blend of what he is was drawn out by Chloe. She was in a way the balancing ingredient for some reason which I very much hope to see it be explained in S5...

Perhaps just perhaps that was why he was also so hurt when she couldn’t accept his devil face as it would have been an affirmation that he still holds something angelic in him, worthy of her at that point.

Yes, Lucifer makes her step down from the pedestal he put her on in 4x08 but at that scene, he saw her perhaps as a divine touched person who could soothe him and say that despite his appearance and the past mistakes that face betrayed, he could still reconnect with the divine. When she doubted that we can see one very important concept Lucifer still has. A faulty one but still...

Like with Amenadiel and many of his siblings, there are no grey areas, no maybes. There is either white or black so no matter how much Lucifer wants to hold on, to the idea that he is an angel, always was, always will be despite what he has done he has not transformed to a monster, dissociated from his family and nature despite of his choices to not follow the family business, he fails to see that grey area. There are maybes. Feelings and truths still prevail within any mess and you can find a middle without tearing yourself apart as Linda very well noted in 4x06.

So that’s it I guess...

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Gossip

A/N: I want to consider this an introductory ficlet but it only scratches the surface on a lot of things because I didn't want to shove a bunch of wordbuilding into it yet.

Gossip spreads like wildfire. A rumour could move from one village to the next in a night alone. Nadine wasn't fond in partaking in the gossip but they couldn't block it out when they were constantly surrounded by gossiping villagers.

Whether they be working on the new dam system or building a new house they would always catch bits of conversations from those around them. Some even about themself. They weren't very social in the community, sure they built most of the village from the ground up and worked with many of the villagers on a daily basis but they spent any free time they had in their home in the mountains and struggled to approach people.

They were friendly but just distant enough to give a false air of mystery. They didn't do it on purpose. They had grown up with only their brother, Michael, who was the village's main hunter and warrior and sister, Remiel, the leader and one of the healers of their village. So when it came to others they would become anxious and paranoid, avoiding interactions as much as possible. The only person outside of their family and in the village they'd managed to grow close too was their judge and executioner James Rook.

Despite his title and duty to the village he was rather playful and easy to talk too; before they even spoke Nadine would see him giving the children in the village piggy back rides and playing with them. Their first interactions weren't smooth, they were quite disastrous actually. Nadine had insulted him more than converse with him and felt too ashamed to look him in the eye afterwards, even so James had laughed every time and let their words wash off his back like water.

His easy nature and willingness to look past their hostile, awkward front allowed them to become close friends. He was the only soul besides Remiel and Michael to know the location of Nadine's home and thankfully he didn't partake in the gossip much either. Nadine trusted him with their and their siblings lives and in turn he trusted his with them.

Nadine tended to grow increasingly uncomfortable travelling to other villages, they whispered and stared, with mixed emotions. Sometimes people looked at them like they were a deity that would bring them good luck, other times people turned their back on them like they carried a plague. Nadine knew words would become twisted after travelling dirt paths, their siblings often told them how they'd be treated similarly and it wasn't anything to linger on.

They accepted all of this, knowing it could be much worse as when James would accompany them he drew the worst reactions of all. Blood stained his image and none dared look him in the eye, not all villages shared the same practices so what was a respected title in their village was a gruesome and cruel act in others. If he could smile calmly at their repulsed stares then Nadine could brave the odd stares from time to time too.

The only gossip Nadine found themself listening in to purposefully always tended to be about the infamous Seed siblings. They belonged to one of the largest villages in the nation, Eden it was called, and the middle child, Joseph, was the leader. Nadine had heard rumours about his family, there were so many different versions of them they couldn't truly put a consistent picture of them together.

John, the youngest brother, was either a loud, narcissistic man who would travel to villages and manipulate the poor people residing there into giving him everything they owned or a charming, caring man who would give help to other villages and offer anything he had to give them. His wit and intelligence was always consistent in the stories. Nadine pondered if he could be both kind and manipulative, opposing adjectives yet a strong possibility.

Joseph was most often described as a brave and wise leader who heard the voice of god and lead his people with kindness and love, on rare occasions Nadine would hear a version where he was a madman lead by the devil, using witchcraft to predict future happenings and curse other villages. Nadine always imagined a shepard when they thought of him, one who protected his herd very well.

Jacob, the eldest, had usually one story. A trail of blood followed his every footstep, his shadow loomed in every doorway and he was a force to be reckoned with. They say he grew among wolves and now leads a pack of them, more animal than man. However, Nadine had also heard children speak of a mighty protecter with soft eyes and gentle arms. Two very conflicting images appeared when they thought of him.

Faith hadn't always been in the stories, only recently had Nadine started to hear of a witch or healer that would dance in meadows and weave flower crowns daily. Some spoke of her as if she were a siren on land, bringing death while others spoke like she was an angel that brought nothing but longevity and happiness. Nadine wondered if she would have wings and a halo if they ever saw her.

Nadine had been to Eden once, in winter. They were returning from a village up north and a blizzard hit when they neared it. So naturally they entered the village and trekked until they found a tavern, it was in an area called Fall's End and it was surprisingly large. They hadn't met the Seed siblings but they did meet a scavenger and trader named Sharky Boshaw, an odd name but it suited him well.

They spent the night at his home, if it could be called that, it was a small hut almost, next to another small hut his cousin, Hurk, lived in. The two men had seemingly two brain cells between them but they were kind and generous, giving Nadine food and supplies despite not having much to begin with. Nadine spent the next day hunting with them before they left for home, now every so often the three will meet halfway between their villages and talk about what they've been doing.

James met them and they become a small trio, causing mayhem and spreading laughter wherever they go. James started visiting Eden on his own and tells stories of other people he's befriended, Nadine's glad that the people there seem more willing to ignore rumours and see past James' title long enough to truly see him.

They always have a trickle of curiosity climbing down their back, wanting to ask James if he's met the mysterious leader or narcissistic ambassador but they never dare ask. They weren't sure they were ready to know more, they should probably get to know more people from their own village before trying to know more about people in another anyhow.

But gossip did travel and they weren't the only curious person seeking answers they didn't want to ask for. It was only a matter of time before fate intervened and caught two birds with one stone.

#self insert #self insert fic #fc5 #The Path to Eden #my writing #nadine writes stuff #god it's so fun to write this AU akskdkdjfjfj #i want!! to live in the mountains!! and have a wolf friend!! and smooch john in a lake!!#i'm writing Blue right now and it's John and I's first meeting and i'm 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕 he's such a babe i'm so in love with him ajsjfjfjfj #i have no idea how i'm gonna end it or trail it off yet but that's the fun of writing #you can just keep going lmao

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Long post about Cruxis Crystals and my headcanons for them.

Cruxis Crystals like exspheres are a type of stone that grant immense power to their weilders. It is hinted that they are sentient beings as they speak and feel loneliness (Tabatha mentions being able to hear them cry out because they are lonely, she also refers to them by age such as one Presea was holding to be a child.). Like Exspheres they need a key crest to avoid mana depletion and turning into one slowly. However, any normal key crest will not prevent the negative effects. It requires a special one that only a few members of Cruxis and dwarves know how to make.

Both the Cruxis Crystal and Exsphere were discovered by dwarves long ago since they originate from the undergrounds, back then they were both thought of as the same thing. It wasn’t until the Four Seraphim discovered them that they’d be called Cruxis Crystals (obviously).

As stated in the manga, the CC requires the hosts permission to stop their inner clock and begin the process of angelification (This is why Remiel pops the are you sure question at each seal). The hosts abilities to function after angelification rest on either how well they are at controlling their own mana or if they have a special Key Crest. A good way to tell if an angel has a good control (EDIT I WROTE THIS WRONG IT SHOULD BE POOR NOT GOOD) of their mana is to see if their wings are white and no longer translucent. In cases such as Remiel it is likely he was given a special key crest after he was chosen to be the Guiding Angel.

#「 🌼 Garret's Corner ;; ooc 🌼 」#headcanons ;;

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angelskyladiana · 5 years

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Tenebrae (Lucifers daughter)

Chapter 6: Heaven vs Hell? Sounds fun

Summary: Lucifer never loved anything, or at least that’s what people thought. It wasn’t Eve and long before Chloe- he had Tenebrae. His daughter.

Warnings: Fluff

Word count: 1746

(Baby daughter)

CHAPTER 5

"This kid has some serious issues." Maze stated, staring down at the baby rolling back and forth on the floor in front of her fathers feet. For what seemed like hours she had been doing this and somehow still had energy to continue. The tufts of fluff on her back helped her roll side to side, each one extending one by one to help her sway.

At least she was smart.

"I have no idea what you're referring to." The devil spoke, his head moving, gaze following his daughter back and forth. She was having the time of her short life, so there was no way he was gonna stop her.

"You don't see anything wrong with this?"The demon quizzed him, pointing at the crazed infant on the floor, giggling her heart out.

"She's a baby. What would you rather her do? Turn in to a bat?" He joked, finally to Maze and raising a brow towards her. The demon's eyes were wide and complete and utter confusion. Lucifer sighed, holding the part between his brows with his pointer and thumb, "she can't actually do that."

"Thank Hell." she breathed, her thoughts surrounding how difficult babysitting would be if the child of the devil could turn in to a bat, though sooner or later the demon was sure the child would be flying. But not being a bat was good enough she supposed.

Lucifer's eyes rolled back, continuing to look back at the creature that was apparently growing tired at her repetitive movements as she started to slow down.

"Hey Lucifer," Maze began, "you know how I said she looked like a chicken?" The dark-haired woman's head tilted on Tenebrae, eyes narrowing, "she looks much more like a turtle stuck on her back like that." She spoke, raising both her arms and pretending to scratch the air as if stuck on her back like a turtle.

Lucifer's gaze turned into an annoyed glare at his closest demon, he was completely over his daughter being compared to animals but then again Maze had never even seen a baby before Tenebrae.

The devil huffed, bending down and scooping up the baby in his arms, her fluffy grey wings flapping wildly as if trying to take off from his arms before ultimately slumping on him like the rest of her small form. Her head rested on his forearm, a light sigh escaping her lips and although he couldn't see, he knew her kids were beginning to shut. His arms moved up and down, bouncing her slightly and helping lull her to sleep softly.

He had never reacted to anything so soft and gently in his life, never cared for anything so deeply, nor held something so tightly in his arms and in his heart. It was a feeling he never wanted to stop, a thing he never wished to leave his grasp.

"Don't you have souls to torture? You know, your job?" Lucifer questioned sarcastically. Right now Maze was torturing him, which was nothing out of the ordinary to be honest, but the devil just wasn't in the mood for it. Right now Lucifer was in the mood to put his daughter down to sleep and then have sometime alone. Alone.

He hadn't had five seconds to himself recently, he hadn't really allowed himself to have it anyway after what had happened the other week. Lucifer had moved all of Tenebrae's things to the room next door to his own straight after the incident, even though for a few days after she had slept in his room on his chest. Basically Lucifer had been a 24/7 father recently, leaving no time to be the literal devil.

The poor sinners were missing out, obviously.

A small sigh fell from her parted lips symbolising her beginning beginning to pass out into a deep sleep, hopefully. Her 'wings' or flab's of useless flesh and fluff had gone back to her back instead of uselessly flapping around. They had become lighter every day and soon Lucifer could see them turning identical to his, a pristine white. It was overwhelmingly exciting for him to watch them come to be, to watch her come to be.

Stepping into her room, he careful placed his bundle of joy in the cot, lifting a blanket up to her chin and placing a plush toy under her arm. He watched as she quickly snuggled into it tightly, a smile unconsciously forming.

Almost as if tip-toeing, he exited the room, looking over his shoulder as he closed the door softly behind him, half-heartedly expecting her to mewl after him. She didn't. Honestly it hurt a bit.

Lucifer wandered in to his room, keeping the door slightly ajar in case she woke up at some stage. Anything for his little girl, obviously. He threw himself on the bed in the centre of the room, covering his eyes with his hands and breathing forcefully in the quiet room.

He had found himself doing this a lot recently. Being exhausted. Who would've thought you could get exhausted from being exhausted.

A sharp stream of light filtered in from the open door and hitting his eyes, it was a soft light produced from torches held on the walls of the castle and flickered from moment to moment- which was fine. What wasn't fine was when it went dark for a lengthy period of time as if someone was passing by before the stream of light continued to travel into the room.

The devil was paranoid, that was it.

But looking couldn't hurt.

He inwardly groaned, getting up from his comfortable position and shuffling to the room beside his own. His feet dragged behind him as he walked in, pushing the door open and watching the light filter in.

It was quiet. Not a mewl. Not a breath. Nothing, and he didn't like that.

"Tenny..." He whispered, looking over the crib, a shiver running down his spine at the sight of the empty crib. He had left her alone for less than a second. Spinning on his heel, he practically sprinted out of the room and into the hall, "Mazikeen!" he screeched.

"Maze!" he continued yelling as he ran past the throne room. The devil running faster and faster, the only thing driving him was sheer panic, "Tenebrae!"

His voice held complete and utter desperation, his thoughts could only occupy one thing; whoever had his daughter. Maze would never do such a thing and neither would Amenadiel, they wouldn't dare. It could've just as easily been her mother, but why would she want her back after abandoning her in Hell? Maybe his siblings?

But why would any of them dare do such a thing to an innocent child?

Lucifer stopped at a fork in his path, utter dread consuming him. Then he heard it, a quiet, tired and fearful cry. "Bababa!" She was left.

So he turned right, a shortcut, it was better to be in front than try to catch up, he didn't know how fast the assailant could possibly be. Never had the devil been more focused on a single goal.

Soon he saw her. Or rather- them. Her long, straight hair was unmistakable, the look of pure determination and anger present and he had always seen her have. She was a hunter, his child was the hunted. In this moment as he stood in front of his annoying sister, old family ties meant nothing. There was only Tenebrae.

The deep, dark-haired woman glared and stopped in her tracks, "brother."

"Give me my turtle." Lucifer spoke threateningly, his eyes narrowing on one of his least favourite siblings.

Remiel rolled her eyes, "You named it turtle?" In all honesty it sounded like the dumb crap Lucifer would do, even to his own offspring.

"No, no, I..." he huffed, beginning to get frustrated and flustered all at once. "Remiel, if you don't put her down..."

"You made a crime against nature, a new celestial shouldn't exist!" She yelled, just by her eyes you could see how furious the angel was, but he wasn't paying any attention to that, the only thing that stole his attention were the wobbling lips of the bright blue eyed babe in her arms. Also he was a little peeved at how she was holding her, it wasn't the best and it was obvious Tenebrae wasn't comfortable in her grasp. In her other hand she grasped her spear, inching closer to the small babe. That wasn't ok. Remiel sneered, "especially an offspring of the devil."

"That's not for you to decide," He stated with a shaky voice, not of fear, but utter aggression. Lucifer just didn't know what to do, he couldn't physically attack her, his sister could possibly hurt her, drop her, maybe even stab her. All of it was too much of a risk, "Little sister, you should know I wont let you leave with her. Tenebrae will never leave Hell."

"An angel does not belong in Hell, brother." She called him brother as if it disgusted her. Remiel's words held secret meaning to them, just like she didn't consider him her brother, neither did she consider him an angel. Not anymore.

"Bababa!" Tenebrae babbled almost in disapproval of her 'aunts' words, her eyes spilling tears.

"Look in to her eyes, Remiel, she's no angel," he spoke slower, eyes training from the infant to what was behind his deranged sister. He held back a smirk, "God's watching, how 'bout we give him a show, sister?"

Without a word her spear was raised- perfect. Lucifer finally smirked, his hands falling to his hips with a certain level of sass before slowly strutting over to them. Remiel watched him in confusion as he came closer, what game was he playing at?

Suddenly the spear was no longer in her hands, and Lucifer leaped. The devil took Tenebrae back into his arms. Remiel watched as the spear was soon pointed at her throat and at the end of it was none other than the devils most trusted demon.

"The hunter becomes the hunted, eh, angel?" Maze questioned as the angel only sneered at her. Maze glanced at Lucifer, "protecting Tenny's my job too, Lucifer."

Lucifer nodded, looking over his child's small body, not a hair out of place or a knick on her skin luckily. She was perfect as always. Tenebrae snuggled into his chest, rubbing her eyes and snotting nose on his shoulder.

"You know what she is! She will bring nothing but chaos!" Remiel yelled, glaring at the spear.

He glanced at the demon and angel, "get rid of her." He demanded Maze, watching as the demon pulled the angel up before turning on his heel and facing away from his sister, uttering one last threat, "bummer Heaven vs Hell sounded fun." He turned his head to look over his shoulder, "come here again and I'll break father's commandments,"

"I'll kill you."

CHAPTER 7

#tenebrae #lucifer #morningstar #chloedecker #tvshow #daughter #oc

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Lucifer - ‘Orgy Pants to Work’ Review

"You haven't had a decent orgy in years. I leave town for two seconds and you fifty shades of betray me."

Several months have passed, and Lucifer is having an identity crisis.

Considering what a strong personality he has, it's interesting that Lucifer is trying to define who he wants to be by the woman he wants to be with. Linda told him he was bifurcating (what a great word). When Lucifer is with Eve, he's the hedonistic sex fiend that she expects – but it's bleeding over into his professional work with Chloe. Lucifer is so emotionally confused that he's going to crime scenes in his orgy pants. And all three members of our love triangle – Lucifer, Chloe and Eve – are noticeably unhappy.

Even though it was amusing, I mostly found the orgy stuff sort of stupid. We all know that while Lucifer enjoys drinking, drugs and sex, it's not who he really is. He won't let go of his work with the LAPD, and he was looking for an excuse to avoid Eve. While on stakeout, he told Chloe that he likes to work, that it makes him want to be a better man. Also on stakeout, Chloe told the Lucifer some truths. Unfortunately, he was asleep at the time.

The case of the week was more interesting than most. The crime scene was visually striking and creepy, with the body of poor Gary the boring auditor impaled on metal statuary fronds. The investigation at the nudist colony featured Lucifer and Ella matter-of-factly working while naked and included some clever visual jokes with belts, jugs and bananas, plus an interrogation of Julian the bad guy in a hot tub.

And then it turned out Gary the auditor was killed because he had stumbled over Julian's horrendous human trafficking business. Making it even worse, young Joan the rookie cop, one of Lucifer's work friends, was killed during the initial unsuccessful takedown. Did Lucifer actually kill Julian in the end? There's no question that Julian deserved an eternity of torture in Hell, but the idea of Lucifer killing people, even the most revolting of humans, is disturbing, and I don't like it. What Lucifer did to Cain should be a one-time thing.

The B-plot was about the arrival of yet another celestial sibling – Remiel, an anti-human bigot with gorgeous wings who wants to take Linda's baby to Heaven forever. Of course, she thought Lucifer was the father, but fortunately, Amenadiel was ready with the misleading distractions as well as a commitment to keeping his baby on earth with Linda. Amenadiel has done such a 180 since his arrival at the beginning of the series. He's so endearing.

And so is Maze, who has done a similar 180. I was expecting whatever was in the metal box she gave Linda to be something nuts, not a soft little baby blanket. Constant interaction with humans has made Maze realize that she wants love, and Linda's pregnancy has brought Maze's mother issues to the fore. Maze's mother was Lilith, Adam's first wife. I bet the Lucifer Powers That Be are discussing casting already.

Maze met Eve for the first time, and sparks flew. They even went to some sort of rodeo event together that involved a chain saw and a teddy bear. Are they setting up an Eve/Maze romance? What shipper name should they have? Mazeve? Emaze?

Eve already knows that, while she wants to be with Lucifer because he makes her feel like she's finally her real self, the opposite is true for him. Good for Eve, being honest with herself, even if she does eat her feelings. I think I like her.

Bits:

— It's interesting that fifteen years ago, Chloe's career choice had her naked in a hot tub. Speaking of which, kiddie pools? Is there a perversion involving them that I'm unaware of? Water sports, maybe? I've led such a sheltered life.

— Lucifer mixed up the gifts he sent to Eve and Chloe: a copier that printed an apology, and a sex doll. How perfectly representative of how he sees his relationships with the two of them.

— The shot of Maze at Linda's Lamaze class eating popcorn and grinning gleefully as she watched the birth movie made me laugh out loud. I remember those movies, and not fondly.

— Dan is being a jerk, telling Lucifer that Charlotte's and Joan's deaths were Lucifer's fault. Yes, Dan is lashing out because he's in mourning, but I like Dan and Lucifer much better as friends, which I probably mentioned in my previous review.

— Can you actually do facial recognition from a sketch?

— I don't think an angel named Remiel has been on Supernatural, but Lilith has. And I loved the little reference Amenadiel made to the angel Castiel. If you don't watch Supernatural, the angel Castiel is a major character.

I'm not sure what to rate this one because I hated the ending. What do you guys think?

Billie Doux loves good television and spends way too much time writing about it.

#Lucifer #Lucifer Morningstar #Chloe Decker #Amenandiel #Mazikeen #Lucifer Reviews #Doux Reviews #TV Reviews

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