Mother May I | hellxsent
"-- I expected more from you, Adam."
As the voice echoed, possibly within the boy's own mind, the temperature could do nothing but drop several degrees. Without a face to meet the sound, the tone in itself became far more aggressive. Its tone much angrier than one would expect from someone who was as relatively calm as the devil himself.
But no, the morningstar could no longer wait -- the Winchesters were no longer a laughing matter. A number of his brothers and sisters have died, and the archangel could only continue believe that it was these two who stopped his Father from returning home.
Not as if his Father ever truly cared for him to begin with.
( Lucifer and God were never really on good terms. )
And so, once his voice had reverberated plenty within the space it was free to roam, the body soon appeared, out of arm's reach from Adam himself. The expression on Lucifer's face was dull, head tilted ever so slightly to one side, almost as if he were bored. But that was far from the case -- the chilling temperature only supported his case.
"How long has it been, Adam? My brother and I have been waiting for your return, you know. And what of your mother?"
What of his mother? They promised to bring her back, of course, but would they? It depended on the situation -- the clock was ticking and Michael was far more patient than Lucifer ever was. She would only return if Michael could change his mind and let's be honest... it wasn't likely for Lucifer to agree with the other. Ever.