Lucifer's inner sanctum is ... interesting. Well, it
would be, if anyone ever actually saw it besides the
Prince of Lies. Corporeal language would fail utterly
in any attempt to describe it, so suffice it to say
that Lucifer was there, he was doing whatever that he
does in there and that it involved something remotely
approximating a desk.
Said desk now had a dagger quivering on it. The First
Balseraph looked up, sighed and removed it from the
deep, old scar in which it had come to rest.
The words, inscribed on the blade in Old Angelic, were
still too faint to read - the dagger glowed white hot
from its journey, after all - but Lucifer knew that it
said, "Still waiting on that rematch". It always did.
The Lightbringer sighed and threw it over his
shoulder, where it clattered as it landed among about
nineteen thousand identical daggers.
*Every Damned year.*
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