"Oh, you're not escaping that easily," Lucifer spoke darkly. There were lights and the stench of sulfur again, but it was gone quickly as he felt how the relief emanated from Lucifer's body as he hugged him and ran a hand through his hair as he waited for the trembling of his body to stop. The pain was less, manageable, but still there.
"You stupid human," Lucifer said softly, pressing his mouth against his hair, ignoring the dry blood in it. "Why you make me worry?"
"I'm fine," he croaked.
Lucifer huffed. "Yeah, right." His hand moved towards Aaron's side, gently touching the parts where his shirt had been glued to his skin. Aaron hissed, even if the cold touch felt like a blessing. "I can't even heal wounds that were made with holy fire and you just jump towards it? You're already too injured and─"
