Sloth Ring, Early Afternoon

We open during the afternoon in a penthouse apartment. An apartment that, while obviously a luxury, seems more than a little…trashed at the moment. The couch is tipped over on it's side, a flatscreen TV is currently crooked on the wall and its screen appears slightly cracked, and clothes are haphazardly spread out across the floor. Bedding lies in a tangled up bundle next to an unmade bed…

And then the smartphone on the bedside table rings out, and that tangled up bundle of bedding rises up and tumbles off the messy blond hair of the now 17 year old (physically anyway) Wormwood as the fallen angel grabs for his phone…and picks up with a sigh. "Hello, Uncle."

"...The Pride Ring?... So…when you say like, as soon as possible do you mean li-"

Shouts that can not quite be made out ring from the phone

"Ok! OK! As soon as possible means as soon as possible, I'll be there as quick as I can!" Wormwood quickly hung up the phone, and the pale teenager walked over to the door to his apartment and shouted out. "Tess! Get the car ready, my Uncle needs me in Pride. We need to live as soon as I get dressed!"

"Fucking…whatever!" The voice of Tess, the Hellhound dalmation who was unofficially Wormwood's chauffeur and more officially his bodyguard, rang out in response.

Pride Ring, Lucifer's Offices, Early Evening

The elevator opened into the Devil's office, letting in…someone who looks wholly underdressed for meeting with the actual devil honestly. Wormwood had arrived in grey sweatpants and a navy-blue Hoodie that was currently pulled over his head…

"Ah, Wormwood! There you are!" The office is noticeably void of anyone else. Lucifer sits at his desk, looking out over the Pride Ring as he talks, not even turning to see his nephew enter at first. "How are things? The Sloth Ring treating you well?"

"I mean, the apartment's nice, yeah…"

"Should be with how much it costs a month"

"I…yeah. I've mentioned before how much I appreciate you footing the bill for it ri-"

"And now you're going to show me some of that Appreciation by doing this simple little job for me"

"...Or…"

"Or I'll stop paying your expenses and you'll have to get an actual job" Lucifer has now turned to face Wormwood…and actively looks more annoyed when he notices how he's dressed. "...Step one is going to be getting you a suit, I suppose."

"...Wait, why would I need a suit?"

"Well it doesn't have to be a suit but we need you to look more put together than "too lazy to put on real clothes" that the sweatpants and hoody implies, if we want to make this believable I mean"

"Uncle Lucifer, what in the here are you talking about?" Wormwood is getting more and more confused as this continues. "I'll help you with whatever it is but you've kinda NEGLECTED to tell me what it is!"

"Right, I suppose I am getting a bit ahead of myself. I assume your aware of your cousin's Pet project that she's recently started"

"...I saw the trainwreck of an interview that she gave if thats what you mean?" Wormwood shrugged. "Figured she gave up after that shitshow"

"Then you don't know your cousin half as well as you think" Lucifer's voice sounded…mildly annoyed and somehow mildly concerned at the same time. "She's actually managed to start the hotel up, with funding from Alastor, of all people"

"...The Radio Demon? The Fuck does he want with redeeming people?"

"No idea whatsoever. Charlie's been keeping me at an arms length of the project, she seems convinced I'm trying to sabotage it" He sighs as he continues. "I don't want or need to sabotage it, its doomed to fail regardless. But when it does, if it keeps going as it is, it will destroy her when it does. I need someone there to…push things into being…a slightly less spectacular failure. One that fails quietly rather than publicly and humiliatingly."

"Oh who are you going to sucker into doing that?"

"..."

"...Oh. Me, right." Wormwood sighs. "I…don't think thats a good idea. I mean if she doesn't want you there why would she want the washout angel who doesn't even know why he's kicked out of heaven?"

"Because you won't be going as "Wormwood, the Washout Angel of Failure" Lucifer puts a hand on Wormwood's shoulder and grins. "You'll be going as "Wormwood, the repentful Fallen Angel who knows he's not good enough for heaven, but believes he can still help others to reach it!"

"...You really think Charlie will buy that?"

"Come on you know your cousin's a sucker for a sob story. But if we want her to think you're trying to turn your life around we're going to need to make you look a bit more…put togeth-"

"No suits." Wormwood's voice is somewhat cold but this is clearly a non-negotiable point for some reason

"Dress shirt and suspenders it is! And…probably a haircut." Lucifer shrugs. "But lets get this underway…unless of course you WANT to need to find a job and lose that lovely penthouse I pay for…"

"Of course not, uncle…"