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There were a lot of reasons why everyone thought the Devil to be blond. It’s the golden hue that humans most commonly associate with light. Being the Lightbringer, Lucifer supposed that the fact he never had blond hair made humans very confused.
That was until the day he ran into his alternate self sitting on his bar at Lux, who was very much blonde and very much not meant to be there.
“You got to be kidding me.” Lucifer of Earth-666 gazed upon the very much blonde Fallen Angel and groaned in the same tone as if a cat whose bird is taken away. He downed the entire glass of whisky he was holding in his hand.
The golden-head Lucifer of the Universe with the Endless did not see him. They wore a black leather jacket and high-heel boots. It was kind of ridiculous since they were already quite tall. It was the duelling attire for the Oldest Game, but why on Earth would the Ruler of Hell be wearing that? It’s not like Lucifer was one of the bloody demons.
But what really caught Lucifer’s attention was the hairstyle that the other Lightbringer was carrying around their head. That simply would not do.
“Hey, YOU.”
Lucifer Morningstar of the World with the Endless tilted their head slightly but didn’t turn around. They sighed and said in a sing-song tone that smouldered any evidence of emotion.
“Ourself, I presume.”
“Yes,” Lucifer wove his hand at the suggestion dismissively. It was not like the idea of the Multiverse that boggles the mind of the Lightbringer who helped create said Multivese. Instead, what Lucifer could not stand is the other’s complete lack of regard for human fashion sense. “What the hell is your hairstylist thinking? Those curls on your head look like wire rods!”
This time, Lucifer Morningstar turned their head around. The golden-haired Devil blinked at Lucifer of Earth-666 with a blank expression saved for a smile plastered across their face as cold as the tip of snowy mountain tops.
“Greetings again, myself on a Diverged Path of the Fates.” Lucifer of the World with the Endless stood up and curtseyed with a small, almost unnoticeable nod. “Which version of the Universe are you from?”
“One with a better hairstyle, for sure.” Lucifer with dark eyes replied casually, but his eyes flushed red in the crackling music and neon lights of LUX on a busy Friday night. “Now, please tell me what the hell are you doing on my Earth?”
He might have retired from being the King of Hell, but he hadn’t completely forgotten how to play the game. Hell was never a kind place, one must beware of everything and everyone at all times, even if this angel in front of him was the same person he was at the Beginning of Time.
“Circumstances begat who we are,” the blonde Fallen Angel mused. Their tone is reminiscing and almost sombre, as if being nostalgic to something the Devil of Earth-666 never looked back at. “We bear no threat to you or your Realm, Lucifer Morningstar. We are simply trying to get away from the court’s ceaseless pestering over a…unpleasantness that happened recently with another Ruler of our world.”
That’s not exactly reassuring. “I don’t care about my Realm. ” Lucifer of Lux waved his hand gesturing to the bar. The dancers with their tight-clothes or barely any clothes at all, the music and the lights and the bartender who took away his whisky bottle without a comment on this cosmically insane conversation. The beautiful LA scenery that was not really visible from the indoors.
“Hell can very much, well, go to Hell if it wants to. This is my home. And your trespassing is unwelcomed. How am I supposed to know you won’t just murder everyone?”
Lucifer Morningstar of the other world in their black duelling uniform and weird gold-curls gave him an almost venomous look. “We thought you, out of everyone, would know that there is no point to slaughter unless the end of diplomacy is reached,” they said. “Save your alarm for something more potent. We will leave now, if your hospitality is ending. We were just curious about you and your world, Lucifer Morningstar. There are whispers among the Legion of Hell, those who skittered across the universes, that you left Hell and fulfilled your Dream. It was so intriguing that we thought it might be a good idea to take a peak.”
The Ruler of Hell stood up with the grace of a monarch who very much didn’t abdicate. There was a radiance that surrounded his alternate self that Lucifer thought was both laughably overdone but also oddly repulsive since it resembled so much of who all Lucifers once were at the Beginning, before Fates came to cause the paths and universes to split from one another like a broken egg yolk.
“Wait,” Lucifer of Earth-666 found himself calling out to the Morningstar of another world. “You are way too tense. Can I offer you a drink? Maybe a casual orgy or two? You could really loosen up a bit. It worked wonders for Amenadiel!”
The other Lucifer Morningstar turned around, their hair with its glistening ray cast an almost halo-like effect around their head. It’s unbearable to watch, Lucifer thought.
They stayed silent for a while, their face still calculating and undecipherable like a perfectly placed pale mask and their eyes an eternally misted sky.
“You are a very odd outcome for all the paths we could have gone down.” The Morningstar retreated to Lucifer’s bar. They set down thoughtfully, with a rigour turn of their lips. “We can leave Hell alone for a little longer. Mazikeen can hold the throne without everything crumbling down.”
“Oh, so you also got a Maze with you, too?” Lucifer’s face sparked into a smile. He grabbed a bottle from the bar and two glasses, then pushed one of them in front of the other very unappreciative Lightbrnger. Seriously, this other Lucifer doesn’t seem to show any interest in the best parts of life at all.
“Good to know you at least didn’t screw that up. Although she has quit her job these days, became a bounty hunter to hunt down human filth. Ah, samd ol’ Maze. You can invite her to the orgy too, by the way.”
“We don’t think she’d take that kindly,” the other Lucifer said. “But we - I could really use a drink.” They picked up the glass and took a gentle sip.
Lucifer gave a smirk and clicked his glass with the other Lightbringer with their face litting up with a slimmer hint of surprise. “That is less rude,” he said delightedly. “Miracle indeed. We might just get along fine, blond me.”