"Michael," the female demon spoke up, "My father is needed in case the concoction has a side effect," she paused to see his mouth opened, "I am here in case my father is unable to handle it."
"You make me sound weak," Lucifer pouted looking over at her.
"I did no such thing," she grinned and felt a tug on her arm. Looking down, Little fire pointed at Michael.
"Is he my uncle too?" The child questioned.
"Yes," Eve nodded, "He is your father's brother."
"Yeah, but Mi-" Adam started, but saw Little fire already bounding off to cling to the hips of his brother.
Lucifer took Michael's distraction with the child to observe the despondent face of God.
'Interesting,' he commented noting the graying of His skin and the cracking of lips.
"Give him the vial," the red head stated looking at him with his brown eyes.
