Lucifer had seen better days. Hell, that was an understatement.

He was severely injured after being tricked, captured and used as a power source for Vox’s Weapon of Mass Distraction that had been aimed right at heaven. He had been stuck in a glass box, his angelic power being used and sucked out of him. It had been rough to say the least. Yet, he could only think of the argument he had with Charlie and how mad she’d be after this all. He was scared she’d blame him for messing up again, after all he HAD walked straight into a trap and got used as a power source.

However, as the explosion of the weapon being destroyed overhead sounded he felt the zapping stop - so did the bad tickles - and some relief fill his chest. He used what strength he could to free his arms and legs, about to smash the glass to get out. When suddenly, the hatch leading down to the room he was in was torn off its hinges. However, this time it wasn’t Vaggie jumping down, no. It was someone else, someone who cared for him as much as he cared for them. {{user}}.