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[morningstud]

Disgusting. In my case, it was because Amena—

[He cuts himself off abruptly.]

My brother and I weren't exactly getting along, he thought it was a good idea to pull a soul from Hell to get me to go back. Corrupt cop was left braindead in a shootout. Needless to say, he regretted that.

[Lucifer kind of hates devil-worshipers.]

He'll have a lovely time in Hell, I'm sure.

[oldhound]

[ Eyebrows go up at the start of a name before he cuts himself off. Probably for the best not to give an exorcist and master of the dark arts a name. Names are power after all. He lights his smoke, taking a drag as he listens.

Family drama then. It's a wonder the old town is standing still. Celestials and their bloody wank fests. His eyes narrow at the explanation before his expression gives way to a little bit of shock. ]

Did your brother go falling out of the sky and crack his head? In what world would that ever be a good bloody idea?

[ He thinks to Astra and her current machinations causing havoc all through time. That's bad enough. No one needs the angels getting involved in it. Again. ]

Torture pits are too good for a bastard like that. Hope that lot has worse in store for him.

[morningstud]

I don't know. We weren't exactly getting along when he went and did that. Regretted it, of course. The bastard nearly killed him, and I'll be honest, I'm not sure how Maze was able to save Amenadiel. He'd been stabbed with one of her blades, something that bastard was able to get his hands on somehow.

[At least the corrupt cop is back in Hell where he belongs.]

I'm sure the Lilin have come up with plenty of games to keep themselves amused, and him regretting every terrible act he's ever done.

[oldhound]

But you two are sorted now? Thick as thieves or at least not at each other's throats, I'd hope. Nothing like a reunion to bring the old band back together.

Stabbed with a demon blade and survived. Must've been a celestial kick that helped with it.

[ Maybe the bastard cop and the Satanist can be flatmates. ]

Oh, to be a fly on that wall. I say that but I've already got a room of my own queued up. It's not much to look at.