Judge sat in his throne-like chair, fingers drumming impatiently against the armrest, as he waited for Lucifer's call, mentally. The silence in the room was almost uncomfortable, but it gave him time to think — which, in his case, wasn't always the best thing. His thoughts had the tendency to spiral out of control as he always thinks of all the possible ways this could go.
Like right now.
His mind kept circling around one particularly irritating question: How exactly does this "resurrection" thing work? And if Clio's annoying popcorn-munching reveal about "Lucifer's victim" was anything to go by, it wasn't your average 'come back from the dead' situation. No, it must be worse — time could be involved.
"Great. Just great," Judge muttered to himself. "Time-travel shenanigans. As if my life wasn't complicated enough."
