The fallen angel in the cloak loses his face in the hood as he looks at the bar counter. Mazikeen takes off her half-faced mask to reveal her horrifying demon face. She lays it on the table while Lucifer is just standing there waiting for someone to talk. Lucifer orders, "Okay speak or I will literally leave the building out of boredom."
He grabs a shot glass as he pulls a bottle of bourbon out. Patience is not one of his virtues at all as Mazikeen tells Lucifer, "Get your shit together. Azazel is not what he used to be."
"You keep mentioning that name." Lucifer says with a curious tone, "He seems to have been a brother of mine back in the Silver City."
"Yes. Now you get it." Mazikeen says as she rolls her human looking eye and demon pale eye. "Yet Azazel is definitely no angel anymore."
"After you killed me." The man in the cloak whispers.
Lucifer leans in and asks with a smile, "Sorry what did you say, Azazel?"
The dead fallen angel known as Azazel hides his face further in the hood. He replies, "You heard me, Devil."
Lucifer laughs as he says to Azazel, "You must be bonkers if you said I killed you! What is this? Killing two brothers with one stone?"
He laughs even more as Azazel moves under the cloak. The dead fallen angel removes his hood to have his bearded face revealed. His eyes were pale and his skin as deathly white as snow. Azazel says, "A strange occurrence happened, my dear brother. It was only four hours since I came back awakened from the grave."
"No wonder I felt the need to bring Lucifer to you." Mazikeen says as she puts her right leg over her left to sit more comfortably in the stool.
"Indeed, my once faithful servant." Azazel says with a deathly tone.
Lucifer takes out another glass and pours the two empty glasses with bourbon. He then gives one to his undead brother. Lucifer keeps the other for himself as he says, "Then that might explain how to get back to my world."
"Excuse me?" Azazel asks putting up his hood to cover himself up. "Your world?"
"Yes, are you having a senior moment?" Lucifer asks jokingly, "I need to get back because I am not from here."
Azazel nods his head as he says quietly, "It explains how you are so soft right now. The real Lucifer would never wear something without a tie or even try to dye his hair."
He looks at Lucifer's blonde hair that had specks of black hair dye on it. Lucifer admits it as he says, "Ties are a hassle. Rather be myself than force that kind of clothing on me."
Mazikeen butts in to say, "But it sure made you look sexy."
"How... dare you!" Lucifer says as he is a bit taken back from her comment on the other Lucifer's fashion sense. "I'd say I have the better taste in fashion than that other Lucifer any day!"
Azazel and Mazikeen are silent for a moment as Azazel says, "You talk about getting back, but no angel can be able to do it."
"Not even an archangel, I know!" Lucifer retorts. "Gabriel may have mentioned it earlier."
"What our brother doesn't know is that only you and Michael can manipulate realities at will." Azazel says thoughtfully.
Lucifer smiles to say, "Ooh go on."
"It's more like transporting to different dimensions. Since the beginning, our Father, who isn't in Heaven anymore, gave you and that angelic twin so much power." Azazel states with a hint of jealousy in his voice.
"Okay, so how do you tap into these powers?" Lucifer asks eagerly. He leans back from smelling the stench of death of his brother yet still stubbornly stands behind the counter.
"I don't know." Azazel says. The shot of bourbon still sits beside his cloaked hand. He shakes his head under the hood as Lucifer sighs with such anger.
"That's no help! There must be a way." Lucifer yells. "Like maybe with tapping into my pain or... something useful!"
He smacks the shot glass of bourbon off the table from where Azazel sits. Azazel just chuckles to himself as he says, "Only Father could've helped."
Lucifer looks at his brother with such hate as he states, "Yes, and dear old Dad is dead and I have no idea what happened."
Mazikeen says out loud, "You could go into a room alone with a mirror. Aren't mirrors like gateways?"
"No they're like reflections, but..." Lucifer smiles as he realizes, "Distorted in a way that could help me get back to the detective!"
Then he runs around the counter to come closer to Mazikeen, "Brilliant!"
Mazikeen smiles as she stands up to hold Lucifer's face. She kisses him right in front of the dead fallen angel. Lucifer tries to step away and tries to say while being kissed, "M-Maze!"
She stops kissing as he continues, "Not now."
He leaves her to quickly go up to the penthouse. Mazikeen sits back down once again. She steals the shot glass that Lucifer had poured for himself. The demon drinks it in one gulp then pours another shot.
Lucifer is now upstairs at the penthouse. He goes into the bathroom to stare at the mirror. There, the strange appearance looks back at him as a reflection. A Devil with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a covered up scar with makeup in a black suit with a red buttoned down shirt. Hopefully, Lucifer thought that this could work. Making a portal wouldn't be that hard, would it?