The room came alive, bristling with energy as the two angels locked eyes. I watched on curiously from my disembodied state. Strangely, when Lucifer took control like this I did not default back into my soul realm. Instead I went... Somewhere else.
The sensation was similar to peering through the end of a tunnel. My vision limited only to what was at the center of Lucifer's focus. I attempted to search my surroundings but found my position summarily fixed, unable to move physically. Despite the lack of sensation, I felt no unease, no discomfort or claustrophobia, only curiosity at what would come next.
"Lucifer Morningstar." A look of astonishment and surprise bled through the dreary boredom that Azazel wore like a mask. His eyebrows stretching upward as his violet orbs widened while his mouth played with the syllables of his masters name.
