"You want me to help you... Kill your father?" My incredulity echoed within the room returning with hollow emptiness. "As in... God... Like THE god?" I searched Lucifer's face for any indication of jest, hoping he was playing a cruel joke that he would reveal any moment now...
"This is no joke, Desmond. I want my father killed, preferably by our doing." Lucifer prodded his ruby hued hand between us, stilling holding it out for me to shake. 'He's really not kidding...' I thought, knowing he could still hear me.
"So how does that work? Isn't he like omnipotent and all knowing and all powerful? Wouldn't he know you're planning to kill him?" I asked, retreating a step, my back thudding into a bookcase behind me.
