“I was just curious. I wanted to see what was, was inside, in this body, I was looking for eyes.” ‘Like the ones that I see now in the stigma of each flower, in the walls, in paradise, this giant mouth that is shredding me.’ “And poppies, I thought I might have them there, between these organs, I’m almost there.” ‘I can see their black centers, in between my thick blood, pulsating.’ “Asmodeus. Stop. Stop.” He was forced down some more, and Lucifer hissed, as his wounds were dabbed clean, his viscera returned.
