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Charlie was talking with great pain in her eyes. Niffty was catering. Husk was next to Angel, talking about some heist or some other schmuckery. Vaggie was drinking beer.
And Lucifer was dying inside.
How could someone be so stupid?
How could anyone, sinner, cherub, winner, imp, overlord, archangel, exorcist, hate themselves in such a way that they could hide a death sentence?
He was a king. He knew. His status and power were unique. But more importantly, he was human.
Well, almost human. His wife Lilith had taught him a lot.
Until she left.
Yeah.
And fighting with him was different.
Different from talking to himself.
Different from crying himself at night.
Different from missing her.
How could he give it away?
He doesn't know.
Maybe he will never know.
But at least Al knows.
Yeah.