seaoftroubles | Haven end run preplay part 2: the bloodening

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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)

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seaoftroubles

For Lucifer fining Duke in Hell

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betterthanaplan

Duke was in love with the Devil. He knew how Hell worked, that it was a place where humans tortured themselves as much as they were tortured by demons. He knew that he could walk out, refuse the torture, at any time. And besides that, he'd just saved his world from the Troubles. Likely at least one other world, besides.

How was he still here, in his own private corner of Hell, undergoing endless torture?

"Fresh nachos!" he said. "Piping hot. And a mudslide to go with it."

He was human. And he'd been torturing himself with this memory for years, even on Earth. That was how.

The demons playing Octavia and Evi, the teenager, Pike, all played their parts to perfection. And Duke cycled through it all, the fear, the pain, the fresh realization of just what Octavia had had to do, had had to become, over and over again.

And every time, he made the same ultimate choice.

"I thought I said 'leave'."

and

"You're Wonkru or you're the enemy of Wonkru, right? I'm never going to be Wonkru."

and worst of all

"Just go, Octavia. I can't -- just go."

Demons had nothing on how much humans could hurt themselves.

Edited Date: 2025-02-28 05:50 pm (UTC)

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my_own_advocate

Wild panic and ice still fought for control over Lucifer's celestial blood by the time he touched down in Hell's endless corridors, the ash wafting down from the dark sky to settle on the shoulders of his already-ruffled suit. A demon came careening towards him, her eyes lit up with joy, but he brushed past her and her effusive welcome-backs.

Duke.

He knew where Duke's door was.

He rushed between dark pillars. Past a hundred doors. Past Daniel's door.

And then there it was: unassuming, rickety, free of chains. He reached for the handle blindly.

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betterthanaplan

Duke sat in one of the chairs at the far end of the Gull’s deck, nursing his bottle. Ouzo. This was what happened when you grabbed blindly. But at least the taste of licorice would help wash away the phantom taste of blood from his mouth.

He didn't look up at Octavia when she came out. Just kept staring out over the water.

"I thought I said 'leave'."

Octavia stopped dead in her tracks. Duke took a long sip from the bottle.

“Is it true?” he asked. “Did you force people to eat each other?”

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my_own_advocate

The door fell shut behind him. Lucifer's eyes were drawn to the demon - wearing Octavia's skin poorly.

And then, there, to Duke.

He exhaled.

(Do something!)

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betterthanaplan

"There was no other option," the demon playing Octavia said.

Duke scowled, his stomach rolling. He wanted to throw up, but there was nothing inside him but the ouzo.

"Pretty sure you could have let people choose for themselves if they wanted to become cannibals."

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my_own_advocate

So this was Duke's Hell loop. Lucifer swallowed. He took another moment to steel himself.

And then he waved his hand, halting the demon, the world around them, everything. Creating a moment of perfect stillness.

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betterthanaplan

It took Duke a moment, so locked as he was in the repetition of this scene. A part of him thought Octavia was going still, the way she did at times. Shutting down.

“You knew it was wrong!” he said, breaking his own script. “That’s why you wouldn’t tell me! You knew. . . .” He trailed off, hands fisting in his hair. “You — I knew —“

He swayed, mind reeling, and saw Lucifer.

“I knew,” he said, small and fragile. “I knew this would break us. But I couldn’t — I can’t —“

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my_own_advocate

"You were in shock, obviously," Lucifer said.

He sounded almost absent, but his eyes were alert, drinking in Duke's face like a starving man.

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betterthanaplan

Duke shuddered, his whole body wavering.

“Shock,” he echoed, then shook his head. “I hurt her. On purpose. Just because I was angry and scared.” He looked at Octavia (she was still Octavia to him; he hadn’t really grasped yet what was happening). “I’m so sorry, gona. I broke us.”

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my_own_advocate

"We're not broken, love," Lucifer said. Whatever spell had grasped his limbs peeled away, and he stepped forward. "You came back. We all came back from this."

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betterthanaplan

Duke looked back at him, frowning. "Did we?" he asked, genuinely confused. Part of him was still stuck in the rut of this moment, in torturing himself with it. And the part that wasn't -- also wasn't sure. He couldn't remember how, exactly, he and Octavia had come back together.

He just knew Octavia had told him at some point that they were broken. And that this was when he thought that had happened.

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my_own_advocate

Lucifer-- didn't know what to do. Do something.

"Let's go somewhere better to talk, shall we?" he said. He waved a hand. He searched blindly. Somewhere better. Somewhere safer.

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betterthanaplan

The world shifted, startling Duke. Suddenly they were in Lucifer's mansion, the smell of spices still in the air from the fresh samosas Duke had made that night.

The night Duke had asked Octavia not to call him "Deimeka" anymore.

"I think there's something broken between us," the demon playing Octavia said, going with the flow.

Duke closed his eyes and sucked in a wet breath. Bracing instinctively to face the consequences of his long-ago actions.

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my_own_advocate

There was nothing else, though. Hell still responded easily to Lucifer's command, and the demon vanished in an instant.

"Duke," he said, and finally crossed the space between them. "Duke, you have to snap out of it, all right?"

Do something.

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betterthanaplan

Duke shook his head, confused. He opened his eyes and stared at the space the demon had been. (Where had Octavia gone? Nothing was making any sense!)

"I don't understand."

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my_own_advocate

A few more steps, and there Lucifer was. Bracing his hands on the sofa, on either side of Duke.

"Darling," he said quietly, "You're dead."

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betterthanaplan

Duke’s mouth worked soundlessly for a few moments. He wanted to cry. Or shout. Or laugh. It was patently absurd. He wasn’t dead. He couldn’t be dead. He was — he was — He looked around, trying to find — something. Proof that Lucifer was wrong. That he was lying.

(Lucifer never lied.)

They’d been at the Gull. But they were at the mansion. Octavia was here, but now she wasn’t, and —

And he couldn’t breathe.

(Dead men don’t breathe.)

“No,” he said, voice unfathomably small. “That’s. No.”

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my_own_advocate

Lucifer could not stop himself from sliding onto the sofa if he'd tried. (He had no desire to try.) As soon as he was seated, he reached for Duke, tugging him wordlessly into himself.

This was Duke. Duke, no longer in his body, but still here.

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betterthanaplan

Duke let himself be pulled, still trying to wrap his mind around what Lucifer had said.

Dead. He was dead. He was dead and had been reliving regrets and --

"This is Hell."

It wasn't a question, but it had no strength behind it.

He was dead. And in Hell.

And he had no idea what to do next.

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my_own_advocate

"Yes," Lucifer said. He swallowed. His mouth felt dry regardless. Do something. "I paused your Hell loop."

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betterthanaplan

Paused.

Would it start again?

Duke couldn't be sure what the ball squeezing itself up his throat would come out his mouth as, whether a laugh, a cry, or even throwing up. He just knew he couldn't keep it down. He curled in on himself, balling up in Lucifer's grip, and let it out.

It wasn't a laugh or a sob, but something in between. And once it started, it didn't stop.

And anyway, Duke realized, who cared if it did or not? He was dead. And in Hell. There was no one left to impress or protect. Just him and Lucifer and the demons.

Forever.

Edited Date: 2025-03-06 09:40 pm (UTC)

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my_own_advocate

"Darling," Lucifer whispered, anew, brushing his hand over Duke's hair. Kissing the top of his head, wrapping his arms tighter.

Something in his chest squeezed painfully. It refused to let go. "I love you," he whispered. "I love you."

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betterthanaplan

Duke wrapped his fingers in Lucifer's shirt and sobbed. Openly, brokenly, in a way he hadn't done since well before his earliest memories. He cried to mourn his life, mostly disappointing and entirely too short, and his death, which he could only remember in snatches. He cried for the boy he'd been and the man that boy should have become if his lineage hadn't been poisoned so long ago.

And, underneath it all, he cried for Lucifer and Octavia. For one being here, holding him through all this, and the other being so far away, so utterly unreachable.

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my_own_advocate

And Lucifer-- Lucifer was still in shock. It thawed only slowly, as he held on to Duke, unsure of what else to do with himself but that. But it thawed, coming loose in small chunks.

The first feeling to escape was anger. He felt it burn in his heart, slip into his skin, overtake him.

He held on. It was all he knew how to do.