Sure feels like every rumor at least started with Michael as its source. The end result may not have been him, but the root? Yeah.

Or maybe Lucifer just has a forever bitter taste at the back of every vessel's throat that won't go away.

He claws into Michael's grip during the memories, head twisted inhumanely to the side as they all but feel like a passive assault.

"I don't know," he answers Michael, despite it seeming like him. "Didn't think you had it in you, Mikey," he says after managing to release Michael's hand, deceptively neutral even though there's no deceiving Michael. It's more for Lucifer's own benefit. A careful control over his own... chaos. "Still right, y'know! The old man had no love to give."

Lucifer has no idea what to do with the memories. He spins them around in his mind like a Rubik's Cube, shifting rows like they'll unlock some hidden meaning, but with everything from Michael's eyes, he's more confused than he was at the start.

'Yeah pop was the one that let me out of the Empty.'

And then, unexpectedly, Lucifer's eyes jump up and his voice rising, "Wait, I died twice?!"