Lucifer let out a sigh as he pulled back to stare at the small bottle. This bottle once held the potent holy water that Eve had stolen from Michael, but now it held the concoction that he hoped healed God. It had probably been a week or something, he wasn't sure, but this was the only thing they got. Leaving his castle and nodding to his servants, he walked out and stared at what Hell looked like now.
'So much changes,' he felt himself smile before leaving his realm for the surface.
Arriving in the former angel's apartment, he glanced around to not see anyone in the space. He let out a sigh and plopped onto the couch. Arms stretched over the top of the couch, he leaned his head back and closed his eyes. There were soft noises near his ears before a warm wet cloth was placed over his forehead. Letting out a hum, he reached for that wrist with his eyes still closed.
"Get me some food," he mumbled, "Feed me."
