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Lucifer surrounds Charlie with his memories of blue skies, of white clouds, of rainbows. And hides her from the darkness, violence, and filth of Hell.

"Ugh, seriously, is that all anyone wants to bring up anymore? Lately, it seems to be the main topic, day in and day out. Heaven, Heaven, Heaven. I mean, can we break away from that? Can we—can we not today? I don't care who's taking it upon themselves to check-in on things down here. Honestly, it's like fueling a hell-fire when you give the topic attention this way!" He really doesn't want to open up about it.

Okay people have been talking about this but I wanna talk about it too because my heart is in a vice grip over it

The fact that Lucifer looks so vacant when the angels’ spears are on him. He looks so…dead and accepting. Like he doesn’t care what they do to him.

But then when the spears suddenly turn to Charlie…

He is horrified. He is so so scared of losing her, of anything bad or even lethal happening to her. He looks like he’s looking upon his worst nightmare seeing heaven threaten his little girl

(In other words, eat it Lute, he does care.)

He’s taking a survey of this answer. “Which came first, the chicken or the egg?”

Met with his brother's sudden appearance yet again, his casual insistance still at play, it causes Lu to arch an eyebrow high. Partial skepticism painted clearly across his face.

"I'll tell ya one thing about the Big G. He's all about cutting corners on a whim. Oh yeah, I know some will always remain in denial but I've seen it for myself. He manifested that particular creature in full, two of them, actually, as he did with most animals. And he left Adam to come up with a name for them."