Soooooo I know I haven't been updating. Life got in the way and I was a little unsure of how this scene should go. I knew where I wanted to take but there was this middle territory that I just kept rewriting. But here we are and hopefully updates will be more regular now that I've gotten over this little bit of writers block.
Michael rubbed his temples as he slouched in his chair, one leg thrown over the arm in the most undignified pose Lucifer had ever seen him in. Mountains of paperwork sat on his lap. He held two in his hands while several others hovered of their own accord. The angel looked practically cross eyed as he tried to keep up with Katherine as she continued to prattle on about the worthiness for redemption of each guest.
Lucifer had taken no paperwork and was draped across the arm of his chair like a cat watching a mouse. A smirk of amusement hadn't left his face since Katherine started her little presentation and he was impressed. Mostly impressed by how undone she had made Michael but also at her tenacity and flair. She had none of her son's dramatics but all of his captivating narrative. It was easy to see the resemblance.
"...I think that's it for Nifty…" Katherine mused, scanning a folder herself. "So that's Husker, Nifty, Angel Dust….Charlotte is of course off the table so that just leaves…"
"My daughter's lover was already a bit of a debated case," Lucifer offered, and Michael gave him a nod. Lucifer stretched like a cat, giving a loud groan of disinterest, and continued, "There's several that end up weighed by the feather under circumstances. Doing a lot of bad to achieve a good cause. The little revolutionaries are always a bit more complicated to parse. Unfortunately, a few indiscretions meant she came to us. Exciting at the time but now I'd be more than happy to send her to you lot."
Katherine held her tongue but the bitterness in Lucifer's voice piqued her curiosity. It was clear that he didn't approve of Vaggie and she got them impression it was a fight he was growing tired of having. She wondered what-
"So that just leaves the New Orleans Ripper himself," Michael muttered, tossing back his head and massaging the bridge of his nose. "We'll be here or a millennia discussing his trespasses-"
The Devil perked up at mention of Alastor and snapped his fingers, all the papers flying back into folders and those folders flying back into Katherine's arms. "I think we've heard enough, wouldn't you agree Mikey?"
Michael rolled his eyes at the nickname but was too exhausted to say anything. Katherine felt her heavenly light start to pulsate. "Now, now hold on, I think this might be the most important one. As I've explained-"
"My dear you've done well," Lucifer drawled, slinking out of his seat. He began towards her and Katherine couldn't help but start to retreat. He chuckled and stopped in his advance, giving her a mock bow and the smile of a politician. "You were thorough enough and I believe your point has been made. Old feathers and I will have our discussion but I'll admit I'm sold." He took a step closer and leaned in conspiratorially to her ear, and this time she did not retreat, but felt herself grow tense. "Ali is a bit of a friend of mine," he said in a low voice. "Let me take it from here."
Katherine fought to keep her composure but she felt a chill run down her spine. She didn't know which frightened her more. Her fate being in the Devil's hands, or the thought that her little pigeon was truly a friend of-
"I agree Lucifer," Michael said, sitting upright in his chair. "I think an executive meeting is in order...your work here is done Katherine. I'll send you back and we'll let you know when we've reached a conclusion." He raised his hand to deliver a snap, but she cut him off quickly.
"Wait where are you-"
Michael paused and then sighed, lowering his hand. "I suppose you'll want to go back to them instead?"
She gave a firm nod, crossing her arms in defiance. The Devil chuckled and Michael shot him a dirty look. Lucifer raised his hand to deliver his own snap. The last thing she heard before being swallowed up by light Michael chastising him for "really making a muck of things."