If you were faced with Him in all His glory

What would you ask if you had just one question?

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Uh, hi! This is Ca- I mean Chuck Shurley, just- Chuck, sorry. [Indistinct fumbling noises] Leave a message after the beep and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Thanks?

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[Yeah, it's a little bit stalkerish, but Lucifer is waiting for Chuck this fine morning. He knows when the prophet goes for coffee, and he steps out from nowhere once those wards on HoA are no longer an issue.]


[Action] Thanksgiving day~



[All he wants is to get some midday coffee and pretend the lack of real Thanksgiving doesn't bug him. Is that so hard?]

You're looking better.

Let's take a walk.

[Much better. He's barely leaning on his cane; it almost looks there for decoration.]

Uh... is the kind of walk with windowless rape vans?

It is if you don't agree. [Joking, joking. ...Or not. That little twitch of a smile might have been purely habit; Lucifer is too tense for anything else.]

I need to ask you something. [A glance at the HoA, then at Chuck.] Personal. You understand.

And I'm lojacked. You understand.

[Just... pulling out his NV to fire off a text message to Magneto. NBD.]

Yes. And as long as you don't go gossiping about this to, well, anyone we can stay civil. [It's not as vicious a threat as one might expect, but that really just means he's more serious about it.]

[If you don't give me a reason I won't have to.]


[He nods, and reaches out to zap Chuck and himself to the park where it's more secluded. He realizes he has chosen the fountain where he and his brothers went over Halloween, and wishes he'd taken them somewhere else. Too late now.]

You can probably guess what this is about, can't you, prophet?

[Chuck looks at it, and- wonders why this place.]

Um. Michael?

You said that if I asked him, he would say no.

[He doesn't explain what the question is. He doesn't need to, does he? Not with Chuck.]

I think things have changed. [And before Chuck can argue, can smash this tiny ember of hope he holds up a hand to stop him] The other night, I Created something for him. At first it was a joke, but he decided to keep it--

He wants peace now. With me, with the others. Especially me. [He looks at Chuck, daring him to say otherwise.]

[One thing stands out, out of all of that.]

You Created something? [Pause.] For him?

[The little kernel of pride in his chest hurts more than anything he's felt in a very long time. A father hearing about his kid's macaroni art and thinking it's just the greatest thing he's ever seen.]

Yes. [Lucifer is well aware he's never Created anything for anyone on earth--nothing permanent, nothing that wasn't simple bribery. This had been genuine, as everything for Michael tends to be.

But he's not sure what to make of Chuck's reaction.

It's a bird.

[A bird. He remembers the day He taught Lucifer to make animals. It had been so difficult, so complicated- he could never breathe life into them just the right way, not until He took the tiny angel's hand and showed him how. He finally got it right?]

Huh. A bird. [Chuck is distantly impressed with how casual his reaction is.] Really? What kind?

[It's not just some polite, pretend-you're-interested question. Which is why Lucifer answers, but with the same wild-animal caution he gets anytime he tells Chuck something that actually matters to him.]

A parrot. It's a red and orange parrot, about this big--it sits on his shoulder, and grooms his vessel's hair. [As he describes it, the caution starts to fade. Lucifer even looks pleased with himself, but it's not so much with arrogance for once.]

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