"Sounds like a load of bullshit to me, personally," Mikhail shot back. "If God truly killed himself, don't you think he'd have left some kind of will behind? Like, who would take over as the next head of heaven?"
"It's right to assume so, and that's why I pulled a few strings." Lucifer tugged at the mana core in his hands when, all of a sudden, a bright white light shot out, covering both of them.
Mikhail was on guard; however, feeling no malice, he swiftly let up.
As he did and reopened his eyes, the sight of a white palace greeted his sight.
"God's palace, what are we doing here?" Mikhail asked, and Lucifer merely shrugged.
"Beats me. This is what happens every single time I inject mana into the mana core," Lucifer replied.
"Every time you inject mana... You appear inside God's palace?" Mikhail raised his brow. "That makes sense. I mean, this is where he spent most of his days after all."
