If Michael saw him now; if Michael saw him now; if Michael saw him. Michael. ‘Stop. Not now. Don’t think of him after what happened. Coward.’ ‘No, Michael is not a coward,’ said one of Lucifer’s faces. ‘He’s a rotten fearful animal.’ ‘Don’t ever say that.’ ‘Doesn’t he want to be with me? To have fun together? To pleasure one another? He never liked me, he never loved me.’ Breath, sharp, and then Lucifer forced a grin, a giggle.
oh man he’s really lost it
