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Listening to his story, Lucifer couldn't help but wonder if this was how the Detective had felt every time Lucifer had spoken about his devilish nature. This angel's story sounded insane – talking about events Lucifer hadn't heard of, about... vessels? That sounded a bit more familiar, similar to the way his demons could possess dead humans. But an angel couldn't do that. Well, not in this world at least.

It was intriguing, the slight differences between what this angel was saying and what Lucifer knew to be true. The names he mentioned - Metatron and Castiel - were undoubtedly familiar. Yet Amenadiel hadn't mentioned anything going on in heaven, nor had any of his siblings paid a visit to the city of angels recently. Nothing that would suggest a possible end to humanity.

So, Lucifer had no choice but to believe the facts. Just as in his cases with the Detective. No matter what was true and what wasn't, it was a safer bet to keep an eye on a mysterious universe-travelling angel. At least for now.

" Right, " Lucifer finally speaks, the word drawn out. " Lots to unpack there, Linda would have a field day with you. So would any doctor, really – you look very alive for someone who's apparently meant to be dead. "

Dark eyes look the pristine form up and down, not a scratch marring the 'vessel's' skin. One could only presume this was His doing - what Lucifer didn't understand was why. What business did the Old Man have with bringing undead angels to a different reality? Their father really was a constant headache, honestly.

" Well, one thing's for certain : you aren't in your world anymore. More specifically, you're in Los Angeles - best place you could've ended up, really. " Lucifer grins, almost fondly, before his hands move to clap together once. " Now, about that favour. What is it you'd desire? Somewhere to stay, perhaps? A ticket back to the silver city? Oh, and I suppose I should finally ask your name - since you seem to already know who I am, it only seems fair. "

Other realms, other worlds, other universes -- - none of it sounded ridiculous, maybe he was lucky in that while he hadn't experienced other universes for himself, he'd been well aware of them despite being caged for all those years. It made now that bit easier to digest, not that his present company offered much solace, unnerved by the notion that his presence there could ruffle a few feathers. Literally, perhaps.

Usually, he would've apologised at the sight of someone insulted by his words, but given who this was, his brother or not, he found it difficult to offer up such pity, such empathy. Maybe that was wrong, they were creatures of compassion, were they not?

Did he dare explain what happened? How he'd died? How all of Heaven had been expelled, each of his brothers and sisters falling, only to ignite another battle on Earth, led by Metatron, closely accompanied by himself? Or did he explain why he could barely even look at him without rage lapping up every borrowed feature?

Yet he could have laughed when he heard this Lucifer offer his help, a mix of shock and utter disbelief claiming him as he shook his head in defiance. "You want to help me?" He almost seemed disgusted by the thought, staring him down as though expecting him to laugh in his face or brutally mock him. Why did he seem so different? Almost -- - nicer?

No. This was Lucifer. Maybe not his Lucifer, but still a Lucifer. He couldn't lower his guard, couldn't let himself be tricked, couldn't fall into another trap. "The last thing I remember was being held in Heaven's dungeon. I sacrificed myself to allow Castiel to escape and save humanity from Metatron's rule." It was a simple enough way of explaining it, no sugarcoating, no dancing around the issue, even if it didn't detail everything up until that point. He didn't need to know all of that -- - not yet, at least.

"Then I awoke here." He looked around him, still searching for a familiarity that wasn't there. "I no longer hear my brothers and sisters." There wasn't the same chatter, he couldn't listen in. He was an outsider. "I don't know how. I should have been destroyed, my vessel..." He looked down at the man he was inhabiting, raising a hand to his chest where he'd scratched the sigil using jagged stone. "His body is healed. But I am alive." He looked back at this other version of his big brother. "How or why, I... do not know."

Human detectives?

Ah. Certainly not an earthly being then. Considering his demeanor and the ability to remain somewhat civil, it put a higher bet on the angelic side rather than the demonic. Even having fallen, Lucifer could typically recognise the faces of his siblings, having spent enough time with them before being cast out – and when stuck for millennia with only demons and tortured souls for company, one thinks a lot of their family.

But this was not any he recognised – and in the same vein, they clearly didn't recognise him. Even those siblings that had supported his fall, had been on Michael's side through everything, they didn't react THIS way. They knew his face without Lucifer having to mention his name, or devil status. It didn't add up, a trickier mystery than some of the Detective's cases.

It was curious enough of a situation to keep Lucifer standing there, rather than resuming his previous mission of heading back to the precinct to assist Chloe on her case. He had no qualms with the other being in LA, so long as there was no interference with the Detective's life. Only then would Lucifer deem it fit to intervene himself.

No, Lucifer simply found his not-sibling interesting. That was until Gadreel claimed he ' wasn't the real Lucifer Morningstar. ' The devil spluttered at the accusation. " Excuse you, " Lucifer starts, indignant. " I am very much the REAL Lucifer Morningstar, thank you very much. "

Hands settle on his hips, lips downturned into a disapproving frown at the impeachment of his honour. It almost made him miss the implications of the other's words – this not-sibling before him wasn't from this universe. A situation like his mother's, perhaps? An angel that had been in a separate dimension for some reason, one that had been brought back here for... what? Another ploy from dear old dad?

But a dimension with another Lucifer? That hardly added up. Their dad hardly cared for the original Lucifer, let alone would have any interest in making another – especially one that sounded so... deceitful.

" Okay, there's clearly been some sort of confusion here. I'm not certain what's happened with you, nor who you are, but I have no intentions of fooling you. Lying isn't really my thing, you see. Scouts honour. " Lucifer holds up his fingers, imitating the gesture he'd seen Chloe do with her offspring. " But if you need help, I'd be willing to extend a favour. Just this once. "

He felt different -- - yet didn't everything? He was in a universe that wasn't his own, wasn't his home. Maybe he should've been thankful, waking up anywhere after sacrificing himself for the sake of humanity hadn't exactly been his first thought, yet there he was. No longer encased in another cell all over again, but not on his Father's Earth either, nor amongst his brothers and sisters. But somewhere else. Another Earth, one with another version of his Father, perhaps? Other versions of his brothers and sisters?

Was there another him? Was there another Gadreel wandering around here or locked away in Heaven?

Right now, it didn't matter. All he wanted was to get away from the deceiver, the serpent of lies, of deceiver, terrified of being wrapped around his little finger. He took another step back, brows hardened as he stared at him, anger furrowing those stern brows that were so commonly creased with concentration, yet were now pinched with a flickering fury he hadn't felt since he'd set eyes upon Thaddeus on Earth. His Earth.

That hadn't gone well either. For Thaddeus, at least.

"Detective douche...?" The angel blinked in confusion, shaking his head. Was that a reference to something? "I don't know who that is. Nor am I familiar with any human detectives." He told him straight, his breathing harder, rougher as he backed away even further. He was cut off here, still fallen, strong enough to defend himself, to fight back, but he was still injured, still wounded from the fall, and so this Lucifer would make light work of him if he needed to.

If he was so lucky -- - if it was his Lucifer, he imagined he'd do far worse than the mercy of death. Ironically, just like their Father.

"I know the real Lucifer Morningstar. My brother. The Lucifer of my world... my home." His vessel's upper lip trembled at the mere thought of him. "You will not fool me. Not as he did... I have paid for my mistakes. I will not be led astray again."

Lucifer's expression shifts as the figure before him backs away, his typical grin slipping into something more neutral. It wasn't often that a person would want to get away from him, not unless they were a suspect in the Detective's case or he'd shown them his devil face – but this man was neither! Lucifer would've been offended if something about the other hadn't seemed so off. Some sort of energy thrumming in the air, similar to the presence of his siblings yet something completely different.

The devil was intrigued.

" I'm sorry, have we met before? " Lucifer questions, dark gaze regarding the strange being before him. There was no familiarity from the other's features, nothing that told Lucifer he should remember him. But why else would this man seem so eager to get away? Unless –

" Oh - ugh - you're not one of detective douche's friends, are you? You certainly dress like it, " The fallen angel rolls his eyes, gesturing towards the other man's outfit. It was difficult to believe detective Espinoza had friends, being a douche and all, but perhaps this was one of those improv buddies. It wasn't like Dan spoke highly of Lucifer there.

" Look, whatever he's told you about me isn't true. Well, maybe a bit true, but most likely completely out of context. Not the real Lucifer Morningstar at all, I assure you. "

@fracturals asked: ❛ you didn't hear a word of what i just said, did you? ❜ ( from lucifer morningstar (tom ellis not spn) bc this is a crossover i need )

🐝  *  ―  𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑴 𝑫𝑰𝑨𝑳𝑶𝑮𝑼𝑬 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺 𝑷𝑻. 𝑰.

The moment that Gadreel had come to realise just who it was that stood before him, his mind had gone blank. No, this wasn't his Lucifer, his brother who tricked him all those aeons ago in the Garden of Eden, dooming humanity and handing him a one-way ticket into Heaven's dungeon for a lifetime of endless and merciless torture. But he was the closest thing to him since the dawn of time, since he'd last locked eyes with his brother before he'd been locked away and forgotten for his failure.

It wasn't until this other Lucifer spoke again that it seemed to pull the fallen angel from his thoughts, blinking several times as he stared at the unfamiliar features looking back at him. "No." Gadreel wasn't always a being of many words, but right now he was struggling to formulate thoughts, let alone sentences. "Keep your distance." He uttered as he instinctively began to back away from him. He may need help, he may be lost in a universe he didn't know, but trust Lucifer? His Lucifer or not -- - he couldn't do it, he wouldn't allow himself to be fooled again. He just couldn't bear it.