It was like stretching as far as he could, a fingertip just brushing his goal. Lucifer pushed just a tiny bit further, and quickly grabbed what he could, seized it tight before he started to pull himself back.

He eased out a shuddering breath as he proceeded apace with severing the connection. To snap it shut too quickly could be too much of a shock, even for someone who could endure greater pain.

The seraph pulled away a fine, golden ball and balanced it in his hands.

"...Even the pain of primordial Good... that's either complete insanity or a testament to your tolerance levels. Maybe both." His eyes burned red as he turned to look upon this ball, curled his fingers inward.

His magic poured inward from the palm like serpents, hungrily snapping and binding, swallowing that remnant. When he crushed it all within his fingers, let the wisps of smoke billow, he couldn't help his own hiss between his teeth.

Bother him no longer. Begone, Adam.