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[thedevilwhorose]

He doesn't remember, it doesn't matter.

[ushiri]

If it didn't matter you'd just say whatever it is.

[thedevilwhorose]

Kyle.

I will answer any question you ask.

But I cannot talk about this.

It's... not for my sake.

[ushiri]

[ Huh. ]

Sorry.

[ Look at that, he can do it too. ]

We have nothing like you in my world. No angels, no archangels. No divine devil to blame everything on. The priests consider some people sinful from birth, sins and tainted blood carried on from our parents, their parents.

How much are you actually to blame for?

[thedevilwhorose]

Got humans kicked out of Paradise, created demons, waged war on Heaven.

[ushiri]

What are we to you?

Really?

[ These feral, unsocialized chaos monsters he's surrounded by. ]

[thedevilwhorose]

Useless. Pitiful, pathetic. Flawed and broken. Cancerous. The death to the universe, nothing of beauty like the old man thought.

That's what you were before.

Funny that now? As low on grace as I am, all of that applies to me.

[ushiri]

[ He doesn't respond to that. Lucifer's free to continue, if he wants, but otherwise he'll get nothing more from Kahlil tonight.

Not at all because it hurts to hear. It doesn't, not in the way he was hurting the night before.

Lucifer's only telling on himself right now, and he doesn't have any good way to respond to it that would be sincere - or worse, wouldn't be insulting.

He feels sorry for him. ]