Anxiety dawned on me with the force of a thousand burning suns. Lucifer was right... That had gone terribly... Or had it? I walked down the hallways of Azazel's mansion with a painful gnawing at my stomach, I had no clue where the showers were, but that had become a distant thought as I mulled over the events that had just taken place.
Is this good? Or bad? Does mean that Lilith-
"Perhaps you should relax, Desmond. I know how you do love to over think, but I believe this is a rather less dreadful situation than you are assuming." Lucifer spoke calmly and deliberately, his even tone doing well to take the edge of my nerves.
Rounding a corner to another hallway full of unmarked doors, I pressed myself against the nearest wall, slinking down onto the floor, I needed to think this through... And let my heart slow down before it blew up in my chest.
