Lucifer's entire body goes still, frozen. Everything Michael has said to him all falling dominoes in Lucifer's mind. The brief relief that the Apocalypse World Michael shouldn't follow him here because he's dead is crumpled under the impossible weight of the rest of the words.
The implication.
He's mocked Castiel about coming back from the dead but Lucifer--Lucifer hasn't--Lucifer can't have--
He scoffs, dismissive, but he's tired. He's not as worn down as he was a few weeks ago, but these faux gods are chipping away at him, same as ever single other person.
It's beyond frustrating to be considered so average.
He doesn't ask for clarification. If he doesn't ask, it isn't true.
"What?" he sings, "like our dearest Father?" He snarls, "Let him."
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The implication.
He's mocked Castiel about coming back from the dead but Lucifer--Lucifer hasn't--Lucifer can't have--
He scoffs, dismissive, but he's tired. He's not as worn down as he was a few weeks ago, but these faux gods are chipping away at him, same as ever single other person.
It's beyond frustrating to be considered so average.
He doesn't ask for clarification. If he doesn't ask, it isn't true.
"What?" he sings, "like our dearest Father?" He snarls, "Let him."