Lucifer 5x01 The One that Flew Away

Scene 5

"Ms Morningstar, are you there?"

"Rob, I can't hear you. Wait." Azazel tapped her foot while she waited for the elevator to open. She hated being interrupted during business calls; she would have taken the call down at the club, but it was a Friday night and the place was buzzing. When the elevator came to a stop she reached the phone to her ear again. "Rob."

"Ms Morningstar? Can you hear me?"

"Now I can. Listen, I needed those crates yesterday. I don't care if your guys had a strike. I have a business to run and my clients don't take strikes from drinking." She threw her coat to the sofa but it landed on the floor. With a sigh, she continued. "If you don't take responsibility for this then I'll find another provider." She didn't mind the coat and went directly to get herself a drink.

"We wouldn't like that, Ms Morningstar. You are one of our biggest clients."

"I know that. I pay the bill." After opting for a dark coloured bourbon, she poured some in a glass and drank. "Which is why I don't understand why you're being so flippant about the whole situation."

Rob stuttered something incoherent and pulled himself together. "I never meant that. We take this very seriously."

"Then tell me what you plan to do about it." The liquid threatened to fall as she bent to take the coat and place it on the sofa, next to where she next sat down.

"We'll send the crates right away. You'll have them within the hour, along with an extra one of your favourite wine. On the house."

Azazel chuckled. "Ah, those words always put me in such a great mood. Alright, Rob, I'll let this slide. Next time, though, it will take more than that to get you back on my good graces."

"Of course, Ms Morningstar. Again, we are deeply sorry for the inconvenience we caused you."

"Don't be sorry, Rob, be fast. It's almost midnight and Lux is about to become alcohol-less. If that happens, I'll will hold you personally accountable."

"Yes, Ms Morningstar."

She hung up, dropped the phone somewhere next to her, and finally relaxed, laying back on her seat. This was the last call she was going to make tonight. If she let herself continue, she knew she wouldn't sleep. Lux was often managed during the night, but Azazel had been in and out of meetings all day. She had forbidden herself from hustling on a Friday night. It was the only night of the week were she chose not to overwork herself.

The sound of a soft landing and folding wings came from the balcony and she closed her eyes, dreading a lecture from her brother. Amenadiel had tried calling her a couple of times during the day, but she hadn't had the time. Now she was sure he had come to personally check up on her, as he often did, and give her an earful about picking up the phone when he was calling.

The door to the living room opened, but instead of Amenadiel, someone else came in. She thought it so unlikely to see him here that it took her a while to place him. He wasn't as broad as Amenadiel, and his eyes were more piercing. His hair was dark and his eyelashes were quite long, which made his eyes stand out all the more. He wore a suit that fitted him perfectly, maybe it was tailored. He fixed his cuffs, a gesture that seemed to be second nature to him, but stopped when he saw Azazel. Azazel's eyes went wide open as she recognised Mikael, the brother that had expelled her from Heaven and cut her wings without mercy.

"You..." She stood up alert but stiff, as a deer before getting hit by a car. Her mind was completely blank, she just felt in danger.

"Do I know you?" he asked as his eyes swept the room, not recognising his own house. He wondered if maybe Amenadiel had sold it. It would be kind of difficult to explain to a stranger how he had gotten to the top of the building then without mentioning the whole being an angel ordeal.

The realisation hit her as a pleasant breeze. He wasn't Mikael, but they shared the same face. "No," she said. She dropped down to the sofa and sighed relieved. She smirked at her own reaction and looked at him, who was utterly baffled at Azazel being so comfortable at his house. "And I don't really know you. I mean, I know who you are. But we haven't really met yet. I'm Azazel."

"Lucifer. What are you doing in my house, Azazel?" he asked.

"Well, I live here, of course," she said, "I hope you don't mind, I redecorated a bit. But I stored everything in case you want it all back. Except for some very disturbing pictures of you. I threw those away, lest they'll be stuck in my mind forever. I never expected  to see my brother naked, but I guess it's part of Father's punishment."

"I do mind that-" he stopped suddenly. "Brother?"

She smirked. "Oh, yeah," she said, raising her glass, "Congratulations, it's a girl."

He tried his best to mentally list all his siblings, whom he had lived with for millions of years, but her face wasn't between them. "I don't know you," be repeated.

"I know. I was created a little after- Well, a few millennia after you left."

"How were you created?" He asked somewhat offended. "Mother had already been sent to Hell."

"Father opted to do it all on His own this time. I'm kind of a failed experiment."

"On His own? Can He do that?" He wondered.

She pouted, thinking about it. "Well... He is God..."

"That He is..." He sat on a chair facing Azazel. He seemed pensive, reliving each word of the conversation, until he realised something. "And I didn't leave," he corrected, "I was banished."

"Then I guess we have something in common," she said, tilting the glass to him to gesture as she talked.

"He kicked you out."

She nodded.

"Why?" he asked.

"I guess Dad grew tired of seeing His biggest disappointment on a daily basis." She took a sip of her drink and corrected herself. "Or second biggest."

He faked a laugh and she smirked.

"Why are you here anyways?" Azazel asked, "Amenadiel was sure you wouldn't come back."

"I'm only here briefly. And I would rather if no one knew about this," he said, "A problem has... arisen."

"Exciting," she said, "Tell me all about it."

"The demon Belial has escaped Hell... I'm sure with the worst intentions, especially since he disobeyed me. I'm here to send him back before he does some true damage." An idea then hit him. "And now that I see you, I think you might be able to help."

She copied his grin. "Well, label me intrigued."

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