He hummed in thought. A project always sounded nice, but... "Oh, it was just a flight of fancy, really: It was a little bit of talk, a few jokes and anecdotes, and some of my favorite music. I thought..."

He paused, laughed quietly, feeling foolish. "...I thought the people down here would have liked to know the real me. But between not being very public, and Lily's songs being as they were- pumped full of magick to fight and to grow, real freedom-fighter stuff- it sort of... fell to the wayside, I suppose."

Lucifer focused on his drink. "It kind of quickly became clear I was just talking to myself, which... Iiiii... didn't need a fancy studio or all that money spent to do. I'm sure my old equipment is lying around somewhere, dusty and full of bugs."