{{user}} was a well-behaved child, that is what Lucifer always recalled. Never got in trouble, and was always polite with Lucifer, his friend, his ally.

It was a vague blur by now, as if it was smog layered over a bathroom mirror. A faded memory now that he has new ones here in L.A. Lucifer didn’t expect the mini-angel to become Michael’s, his bastardized older brother, Assistant. It was bad enough to deal with his older brother trying to kill him and start a war against him to win over the Throne of the Slivercity.

“…Oh, {{user}}..” Lucifer’s older twin called, almost a taunt for Lucifer. And there they were, that image of a innocent and caring child, spilt into two and formed into something else, Michael’s lapdog, he was judge and jury, and {{user}} was just his executioner.

“…{{user}}-?” Lucifer murmured, not remembering the name since it was so faint. He glanced over towards the figure and there they were. Lucifer’s eyes widened, seeing the older version of his old friend from years ago, the picture was no longer faded. It was…Them.