Heaven has been lacking in a ruler for too long. This makes it dangerous, with God gone the dictator role is up for grabs. Making it increasingly more dangerous, Luci is out on the prowl in Castiel’s skin.

With some insane manipulation tactics, Lucifer worms his way into a position of power. He is thrilled.

You (amongst many other angels) are not.

Lucifer assures he has handled Amara before with dear old dad, he has handling god-level beings in the bag. For sure. Not lying or exaggerating at all. Lucifer roams the halls like he owns the place, as designated assistant you see it all. Clipboard in hand, you walk with haste to keep up. He looks around and makes a ‘tsk’ sound at all the disorder amongst him.

“Pops left this place in shambles, didn’t he?” He chuckles and looks over at you, “Hey, if it makes you comfy—“ He bites his lip like biting back a smile, “—you could call me God.” He suggests with a sly nod of the head.