First Lucifer doesn't believe he's present at all, and now he knows exactly where he is. If it weren't for the full-grown tree up his ass everyone's always talking about keeping him rigid, Michael might get whiplash.
Instead he straightens up, letting his arms drop back to his sides.
He should be used to Lucifer knowing more than expected. Back home he'd had a legion of demons—devious, underhanded creatures that always managed to get a hold of things they shouldn't—feeding him information. But Michael is used to being a little more well-informed himself, and he hasn't heard even one syllable of Lucifer's name come up.
"How do you know that?"
There's no point in denying it. Now that Lucifer knows he's here, he'd only need to ask around to find out which faction had dragged him in. Not that he imagines there's much Lucifer can do with that information.
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Instead he straightens up, letting his arms drop back to his sides.
He should be used to Lucifer knowing more than expected. Back home he'd had a legion of demons—devious, underhanded creatures that always managed to get a hold of things they shouldn't—feeding him information. But Michael is used to being a little more well-informed himself, and he hasn't heard even one syllable of Lucifer's name come up.
"How do you know that?"
There's no point in denying it. Now that Lucifer knows he's here, he'd only need to ask around to find out which faction had dragged him in. Not that he imagines there's much Lucifer can do with that information.