Something was wrong; Raphael felt a piece inside of him unsettle at Lucifer’s words, as if the angel hinted at something confusingly morbid. “Brother, you shouldn’t say things like that.” “Hm? Why?” Lucifer raised his head again, tilting it sincerely. But Raphael couldn’t explain it to even himself. “Father has always instructed us to be modest.” Lucifer blinked, then sat up again, and blinked some more. He didn’t understand; ‘Is this being immodest? Simply wanting to admire myself? Father made me opulent, and everyone gets to enjoy it, but I can’t?’
Uh oh
