"You look upset, what's got you in the dumps today?" The demon questioned as he was met by the less than amused archangel that stood at the entrance to the bedroom, a crimson stained flask crushed in his grips. The sight of it was enough to stop the demons heart and take away his breath, not as if he could truly breath with the frigid air that hung over the motel room. " I can explain..." A nervous smile graced the demons lips, his gaze falling away from Lucifer.
Lucifer’s cold fingers held the small flask tight, his already pale knuckles becoming whiter from the pressure he applied.He might not have had the same power he once did, but, in that moment, he could have easily crushed an average man’s throat with the strength in his tense limbs.
“Explain? Why should you?” Lucifer’s voice chilled the room, quiet and smooth as it was. “You are free to make your own decisions, and you certainly don’t owe an explanation to some half-rate, broken Archangel.” He exhaled a heavy breath, bowing his head with a subtle shake as he looked down at the stained flask.
“If you plan to hide things from me, you could at least put a little effort into it.”










