"Well, I'd think execution, but that just sounded awfully boring," Lucifer replies dully. "I suppose you don't have a little identification card saying 'I allow my organs to be harvested after my death' and they just do it anyway."

Or something like that. As though Lucifer would actually know what the phrasing is, or which country it even came from.

"Human experimentation, maybe? Ohhh, you think if the Summoned here don't end up being useful when they need to throw bodies at something, they'll just lock us into a lab and do all sorts of tests on us?"

For as south as his thoughts have turned, his tone is completely neutral. That's all people are to him: theory.