The real problem is that there's a fraction of Lucifer that does care, but he doesn't know what to do with that. Because Wilhelm has the capabilities of being a forest fire and Lucifer can't put that out--well, he can, but the clean-up is the problem.
No "fire brigade" is going to be able to spring Wilhelm from prison and Lucifer doesn't know how to keep that from being a concern, and here he is putting fuel to those flames in a way he can't stop.
"Isn't what?" Lucifer whispers, contrasting the laugh from a moment ago. "Isn't real?"
He crouches down, hands laced together. A familiar posture, but his hands are gripping tighter than normal. He doesn't think he can afflict Wilhelm twice but he's afraid what will happen if he does.
"My older brother, the Archangel Michael," he lulls.
'I... have an older brother. Idolized him.'
"He cast me out of Heaven at God's command."
'He rejected me. Took our Father's side.'
"And then God left. Abandoned us, and I was blamed because I didn't see the value in his creation of humans."
'The first time the majority of my siblings blamed me for his taking off. Because I was the 'problem child.' I had the gall to be different.'
"You're a prince," he says this impossibly lower--so if there's anyone that could spy on them, they cannot hear the title spoken.
'I've been a soldier, a general, an advisor, a king. I have experience in more lifetimes than most will ever dream. I've seen a world change, blossom, decay. I've seen how souls become corrupt.'
"I'm the Prince of Darkness."
'Did you say you're a king?' 'Oh yes. With one of the largest armies at my call.'
"King of Hell. Father of Demons."
He spreads his arms, carefully balanced in his crouch on his heels. There is no joy in his proclamation. There is pain at the edges of his gaze, an awareness there eking through that just isn't enough.
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No "fire brigade" is going to be able to spring Wilhelm from prison and Lucifer doesn't know how to keep that from being a concern, and here he is putting fuel to those flames in a way he can't stop.
"Isn't what?" Lucifer whispers, contrasting the laugh from a moment ago. "Isn't real?"
He crouches down, hands laced together. A familiar posture, but his hands are gripping tighter than normal. He doesn't think he can afflict Wilhelm twice but he's afraid what will happen if he does.
"My older brother, the Archangel Michael," he lulls.
'I... have an older brother. Idolized him.'
"He cast me out of Heaven at God's command."
'He rejected me. Took our Father's side.'
"And then God left. Abandoned us, and I was blamed because I didn't see the value in his creation of humans."
'The first time the majority of my siblings blamed me for his taking off. Because I was the 'problem child.' I had the gall to be different.'
"You're a prince," he says this impossibly lower--so if there's anyone that could spy on them, they cannot hear the title spoken.
'I've been a soldier, a general, an advisor, a king. I have experience in more lifetimes than most will ever dream. I've seen a world change, blossom, decay. I've seen how souls become corrupt.'
"I'm the Prince of Darkness."
'Did you say you're a king?'
'Oh yes. With one of the largest armies at my call.'
"King of Hell. Father of Demons."
He spreads his arms, carefully balanced in his crouch on his heels. There is no joy in his proclamation. There is pain at the edges of his gaze, an awareness there eking through that just isn't enough.