What a weird process. Humans are so weird. It's like they got wired all wrong. Soldered some connections together that shouldn't have been made. Jury-rigged together, functionally broken.
And yet.
Lucifer is a transcendent being. Perfection at its peak, no flaws to the celestial makeup of his form--even the hellish veins, fiery pulses, fit together with him in the only arrangement they can.
There is no other formation that Lucifer as Archangel could be.
And yet he is fundamentally, equally flawed.
"Ehhhh, I already told you, we can go halvsies on who fucked what up," he says, and then makes a little wobble of one of his hands, "well, no, you a sliiiight bit more." Which is ten times nicer than Lucifer calling Istredd the screw-up when he finally confronted him in the makeshift Nocwich hospital, but finally giving Istredd some more shit for it than he did when they were in Nott. Proper levels are important.
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And yet.
Lucifer is a transcendent being. Perfection at its peak, no flaws to the celestial makeup of his form--even the hellish veins, fiery pulses, fit together with him in the only arrangement they can.
There is no other formation that Lucifer as Archangel could be.
And yet he is fundamentally, equally flawed.
"Ehhhh, I already told you, we can go halvsies on who fucked what up," he says, and then makes a little wobble of one of his hands, "well, no, you a sliiiight bit more." Which is ten times nicer than Lucifer calling Istredd the screw-up when he finally confronted him in the makeshift Nocwich hospital, but finally giving Istredd some more shit for it than he did when they were in Nott. Proper levels are important.