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"We have worked out the wards that are needed to let me take you to our home if you wanted to see it." He doesn't want to push the issue because honestly, Chaos is depressing if you aren't used to it, or can be. He does want to offer though because sharing where he's from is important.

He wraps his arms around Balthazar as he nuzzles in. The question though has him looking away and taking a heavy breath. He knew this would have to come out and he still doesn't want to talk about it. Pushing it away was the only way he could keep the aggression at bay. He could shove everyone else aside or send them away with a stern gaze. This angel though, he sighs heavily.

"I have sent Dorian away. He is not welcome here any longer." It was not the what happened but the outcome. His feathers flutter, standing on end as the waves of stress come with his thoughts. "He has violated my trust and will not be forgiven."

Lucifer didn't often hold a grudge, God and the other Seraphim aside. This one he would hold on to for a long time, maybe forever. He knew this because there are lines that can't be uncrossed.