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Haven end run preplay part 2: the bloodening

Duke gets his trouble triggered by Octavia in a kitchen accident and our crew discover that post-trouble bomb, it is EVEN MORE DIRE as he goes black-eyed and can't stop himself from trying to stalk whoever set him off
Lucifer and Octavia stop Duke from doing anything bad (has Octavia make him bleed maybe so he can use his massive power supply to knock Duke tf out?). Duke recovers and says "fuck this, we need to end it" and suggests they go back to Haven one final time to figure out how to end the troubles forever.
They arrive in Haven and Duke IMMEDIATELY goes into convulsions and vanishes in a burst of green smoke. OOPS.
Lucifer and Octavia find Gloria (and Dwight maybe? And/or Nathan?), find out about the "no marks killer" who has been going around killing troubled folks -- and all the troubles that are going off like crazy without Audrey around to talk them down. I imagine there's some "okay, that sucks but WHERE THE FUCK IS OUR BOYFRIEND????"
Duke is spotted around town murking folks, but they can't quite catch him
I may or may not write a scene of Duke and Croatoan while Duke is under his control
Trap set for Duke? Not at the police station. Gloria's house or the hospital/morgue, maybe, since she's coronering. Duke takes the bait, Lucifer pounces again to keep him from, getting away. After a false start or two during which Croat!Duke is DEEPLY UPSETTINGLY CREEPY AT THEM, Lucifer and Octavia manage to talk him around. (Possibly using Duke's new joy at being the subbiest sub who ever subbed!)
Duke starts leaking troubles when Croatoan realizes he's broken his hold. He panics, and Octavia or Lucifer cover his eyes to keep the troubles in. Gloria goes "I'll get some drugs!" and scoots to find something to drug Duke with if need be (and gets out of harms way ;D). Duke takes over the eye-covering -- and goes into muscle contractions as Croat tries pull aether out by another route. This doesn't last long before Croatoan APPEARS DRAMATICALLY IN THE DOOR looking like a gremlin cosplaying as a noir detective. Duke can't even see him -- he's covering his eyes -- but goes "FUCK THIS SHIT" and starts launching the troubles he still has control over at the guy. I really like the idea that at least one of them is radioactive. Maybe Croat!Duke killed the lady from the nonsense trouble episode and got her "shooting microwaves" power. Lucifer and Octavia also fight. Eventually Croat EXPLODES (or . . . dissolves . . . or otherwise dies grotesquely) and our three spend a moment just panting for breath and looking at each other, all "omg, is that it? did we win?"
Duke collapses dead. Weeping and gnashing of teeth. Lucifer gods the fuck out, wiping out the troubles in a giant aether-nado, and resurrects Duke, who's spent maybe 30 seconds dead -- but that's [mumble mumble] amount of time in Hell so he's still a littttttle bit fucked.
They go home and have more angsty h/c times yay!
(Also probably Octavia checks on Gloria first and maybe convinces her to retire to Baltimore XP)

"Better question," Duke sang. He opened the drawer and began flipping through it. "My father. My mother. Your father. . . . Ooo, weather control. Maybe I'll go get that one next."

How was Octavia's face finding ways to just keep on tightening?

She looked to Lucifer again. Did he have ideas? Because she was feeling an urge for violence even she knew better than to go with.

Should she know better?

Because a second later, a filing cabinet went flyng at Duke's head, courtesy of the very same man she'd been looking at.

It went right through Duke as though he weren’t there. Duke rolled his head to look sternly at Lucifer

“I suppose I shouldn’t expect a ‘we know you’re in there’ speech from the two of you.” He bared his teeth. “Neither of you has ever been any good at talking with me, have you.”

He turned back to the files.

“Here you go, Tavi.” He held up a folder. “Cannibalism!”

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There was the start of a startled noise of protest in Octavia's throat when the cabinet went flying. It died out when she saw what it did.

Or didn't do.

"Go float yourself," came out sounding gravelly, taking the place of the 'don't call me that' she shoved back down. "You're not him."

"Someone did something to you," Lucifer said. "Or something. This bloody place."

He started forward. Towards Duke.

"Ah, there's that celestial genius," Duke said. He tossed the file aside and smirked at Lucifer, clearly unconcerned by his approach. "Or did you pick those deductive skills up working with Chloe?"

He looked past Lucifer to Octavia.

"I am him. I am me. I am more me than I have been in years. I am who I have always been meant to be." Another baring of teeth, full shark-grin.

"Aren't you so proud?"

Octavia didn't know what Lucifer was planning, and it made her wary.

But she was trying to harden the expression on her face even further.

(Trying to block out the way what Duke -- what his mouth was saying was trying to slither into her brain.)

"About your empty posturing?" she bit out. "No. Duke has always been better. He is better."

"You are nothing like him," Lucifer agreed. "You are only wearing his face."

And he reached for Duke's arm, to grab him.

Duke allowed it. A flicker of . . . something . . . passed over his features at the touch. Something scared and deeply pained.

Then it was gone, and he was grabbing Lucifer's neck.

"Acid touch," he said, almost musingly. "Let's see if I can still hurt you."

Lucifer saw it.

His eyes widened.

And then further, a moment later, as he let out a gasp of pain and Duke's fingers left blackening marks on his throat.

Octavia caught the flicker, too.

And then the marks.

"Lucifer!"

Duke's expression shifted again, tightening down. He let go of Lucifer's neck, his hand shaking. The black cleared from his eyes, and for a moment, it was Duke, their Duke, marble-pale and terrified, looking out at them.

"Luce," he said, voice choked but correct. "Your neck. . . ."

As soon as the hand fell away, Lucifer sort of-- half-pitched forward. It took him a second, but he managed to stay on his feet. "Not the most pleasant way you've ever touched me," he panted.

Wait.

Duke?

Octavia started towards them almost despite herself. All feeling, little thought beyond Duke.

"How do we help?"

Duke heaved in a breath, mouth open in a desperate "o" as he looked from Lucifer to Octavia --

And then he grinned again. Black back in his eyes.

"That's adorable," he sang. "I have work to do."

He turned back to the filing cabinet.

"No," Lucifer said.

He pushed himself up from the floor and grabbed for Duke's arm. "Duke. Come back."

"Beja," Octavia said - breathed, really, something broken in the sound of it. Duke had... gone, again, and maybe she should've reeled herself back in, but it wasn't happening.

So raw emotion it was.

"Beja, snogon, beja."

Duke’s whole face had locked down, as the buzz of aether battled with his rising consciousness and need to help his partners. To give them what they needed from him.

“There it is,” he hissed, in that broken, inhuman tone. Biting off the end of each word like they were curses. “Now we get to the pleading.”

And so Lucifer's hand closed around his arm. "Remember why we came here, darling," he said. "We need you to be whole."

Octavia wanted so badly to touch Duke, too, but she'd seen the acid touch in action, and forced herself to stay behind Lucifer.

(It was agony.)

"And we didn't come here to lose you."

“But you have,” Duke hissed. (He wasn’t pulling away though. He had so many troubles now, it’d be so easy to get away, but he didn’t . . . want to.)

(He wanted to stay.)

His voice went high into a taunting sing-song again. “Careless!”

"No, we haven't," Lucifer said, his grip tightening. His shoulders squared. "I refuse to, Duke."

"For as long as we're here with you, we haven't lost a damn thing," Octavia added. Did she believe it? She had to. "Yu laik osir hodon."

(The Trig flowed so freely from her now, the way it hadn't. For a while.)

Duke sneered at her, teeth bared and clenched. “You disgust me. You always have. I stayed with you out of pity!”

No. No, no, no, what was he doing? Why was he saying this?

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