He wants to dissect this man to know if he has a soul.
He wants to dissect him to know how he ticks. He didn't taste demonic and he didn't taste like anything Lucifer's ever encountered and part of him wonders if that's why the Winchester is so close. Because he also needs to know, needs to push in to find out this man's secrets.
But that gives Dean far too much credit, and Lucifer's never been about that.
He's still seeing an overlay of his death as he shakes himself out of this waking nightmare and like the switch that turned down Lucifer's lightshow, Lucifer is completely done with games. None of the jests and the jeering left to him, just a cold-blooded killer, a warrior once for God and then for himself, and he's Done.
The teeth digging into his neck is enough of a shock to jar Lucifer out of it, though not completely. Images of his dying keep changing from every action of Geralt's, too distracting, but the flash of pain keeps him centered and in the moment.
He focuses all of his strength down to his hand with the knife and shifts between their two bodies, reaching up, and with excessive, inhuman force, shoves his arm blade-first through Geralt's chest.
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He wants to dissect him to know how he ticks. He didn't taste demonic and he didn't taste like anything Lucifer's ever encountered and part of him wonders if that's why the Winchester is so close. Because he also needs to know, needs to push in to find out this man's secrets.
But that gives Dean far too much credit, and Lucifer's never been about that.
He's still seeing an overlay of his death as he shakes himself out of this waking nightmare and like the switch that turned down Lucifer's lightshow, Lucifer is completely done with games. None of the jests and the jeering left to him, just a cold-blooded killer, a warrior once for God and then for himself, and he's Done.
The teeth digging into his neck is enough of a shock to jar Lucifer out of it, though not completely. Images of his dying keep changing from every action of Geralt's, too distracting, but the flash of pain keeps him centered and in the moment.
He focuses all of his strength down to his hand with the knife and shifts between their two bodies, reaching up, and with excessive, inhuman force, shoves his arm blade-first through Geralt's chest.