the last time He had been in the presence of His son, Chuck had been casting His most cherished down, sealing lucifer away from the world within the deepest depths of hell. there had been no other way. it was a truth that He had repeated to Himself ever since that day. lucifer had forced His hand… lucifer’s imprisonment had been for the good of humanity. still, lucifer’s unfeeling remark of a warm family reunion smarts a bit. His favorite… standing before him with that look of disdain. in truth, it hurt.
❝ you’re angry. ❞ He states simply. ❝ that’s… to be expected. even though you left me no other choice. ❞ the blame shifts from the Father’s shoulders unto His sons own. Chuck waves His hand dismissively, that is a conversation He wasn’t too keen on rehashing– knowing He was right, His will is always right. turning away, He ventures further into the room, eyes looking around absently before gaze settles once more upon His son. ❝ ah. well… you above all should have known better. I wasn’t gone… just. eh. tapped out. ❞
❝ where have I been? oh, you know. ❞ shoulders shrug. ❝ here and there. I’ve kept busy. I traveled. I wrote. got published, too. which was, heh, exciting… I uh, dated a bit. nothing serious… just. having fun. ❞ arms fold across His chest, eyeing lucifer up and down. ❝ and you.. I see that you’re out and about. ❞
Too many emotions forcefully pushed forward – small sentiments he long forgot or so wished he could. It wasn’t simply anger he felt ( betrayal strung, gripping tightly, tethering him in place. ) A mere flash across his features was enough to reveal the turmoil, lasting only moments before he tucked it all away under a veil of disdain. He wouldn’t place the hurt so close to the surface – what was the point in that?
“Angry doesn’t quite make the cut,” Lucifer remarked, gaze narrowing. “I left you with no other choice? As if I am the one to blame.” The dismissive wave – the absurdity of such a gesture when the matter at hand was so deeply rooted. Yet he could cast it aside as if it was no more than a fleeting notion. Lucifer offered scoff in return, inwardly waiting for an apology that would never come. “You don’t seem bothered by the fact that every angel believed you abandoned them… Although, in retrospect it wouldn’t be the first time.”
“Everywhere but Heaven itself. Choosing to spent your time with a pile of cockroaches over us. Those abominations are worthless…” His lips pressed together, head ducking. There was no point to continue, God only heard what he wanted to hear. “Sixty-six seals were broken, so yes. Now help me understand something. Why are you here exactly? I am in the middle of an apocalypse, after all. But I’m sure you’ll keep it brief before disappearing again, am I right?”
