"It's fine," he argues, smashing his foot through the skull of something like it was nothing more than a pumpkin during Halloween. It would feel more pleasant if it wasn't full of rot.

Lucifer has, unfortunately, seen his death played out a lot over the course of the gods surfacing. It's part of the reason he's out here with Kyle. It gives him a distraction from all of that.

He has yet to see his death at the hands of the walking dead, but he doesn't need an affliction rattling through him to think that, and he's learned the benefit of tactical retreats ever since Nocwich. He pushed too far in those cases.

So he keeps fighting and keeps an eye on Kyle but while most people assume he's a creature that will never learn a single lesson--he has--and he staggers more than flies to Kyle's side, just out of reach in case the man tries to stab him for suddenly being in his space. Just the barest blip where Lucifer had vanished and reappeared. "Okay, fine, there's too many. But we thinned out a significant number." In case Kyle makes some pitiful sound about feeling like they haven't done enough; Lucifer isn't really sure what to expect from him.