He took his hand and the ring caught the low light. It seemed to gleam almost mockingly at him- perhaps the both of them- and Lucifer was struck silent.
He stared at the band as Alastor spoke, and in that, he... understood.
Lucifer wore this ring for so long, it simply became a habit to put it on in the morning, or even sleep with it on some nights. He'd even taken to fidgeting with it, brush a thumb over it when he was lost in thought or feeling some form of anxiety. He chalked it up to a memento, but... was it?
Or was it really from an invisible desire not to let go?
If Lilith simply showed up at the hotel, what would he do? What would he say? He'd never really sat and thought about it... not since he spent his days alone in his workshop, before the phone call that changed everything.
"...Is that how you've really felt? From the start?"
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He stared at the band as Alastor spoke, and in that, he... understood.
Lucifer wore this ring for so long, it simply became a habit to put it on in the morning, or even sleep with it on some nights. He'd even taken to fidgeting with it, brush a thumb over it when he was lost in thought or feeling some form of anxiety. He chalked it up to a memento, but... was it?
Or was it really from an invisible desire not to let go?
If Lilith simply showed up at the hotel, what would he do? What would he say? He'd never really sat and thought about it... not since he spent his days alone in his workshop, before the phone call that changed everything.
"...Is that how you've really felt? From the start?"
So... he did. He did ruin it.