Though ragged and weak if another angel had shown, had followed, Lucifer would have used the last of his energy to kill them. He was too vulnerable. Worse, he wouldn't be able to protect Balthazar if they managed to report back to Chaos. He's glad there are no angels to burn, that his remaining energy can be focused on healing.
"The Fallen." Lucifer's voice was pained and quiet. "I knew they would." This was his cost for the choice he made, the danger he tried to help the angel see, and only the start of that road.
Lucifer sits, nearly falls, to the couch. The shattered bones of the broken wing causes his vision to tunnel as he tries to maneuver it into a position that will allow him to lay down. Pride drives him to suffer in silence but the agony is tangible. With help, a lot of help, he can lay down.
Balthazar's grace reaching out makes it easy to see some of the wounds; particularly the spear hole through the shoulder, and a break in his wing, are more than physical. There are holes torn right into his spiritual essence, his grace. These wounds would be difficult to heal, if they could be healed by anything other than time. Despite his condition, Lucifer's own essence reaches back, weak and full of pain but also affection and the gladness of being back here.
The kisses still bring a smile in spite of the misery. When Balthazar leaves Lucifer starts working on removing his armor, beginning with the spaulder. His fingers fumble with the buckles and straps. The spear wound was the worst, by Lucifer's account. It would need the most care. Once that piece is tossed to the floor he moves on to whatever strapping is easy to reach without causing too much pain. Doing something would help him remain conscious.
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Date: 2019-09-16 02:21 am (UTC)"The Fallen." Lucifer's voice was pained and quiet. "I knew they would." This was his cost for the choice he made, the danger he tried to help the angel see, and only the start of that road.
Lucifer sits, nearly falls, to the couch. The shattered bones of the broken wing causes his vision to tunnel as he tries to maneuver it into a position that will allow him to lay down. Pride drives him to suffer in silence but the agony is tangible. With help, a lot of help, he can lay down.
Balthazar's grace reaching out makes it easy to see some of the wounds; particularly the spear hole through the shoulder, and a break in his wing, are more than physical. There are holes torn right into his spiritual essence, his grace. These wounds would be difficult to heal, if they could be healed by anything other than time. Despite his condition, Lucifer's own essence reaches back, weak and full of pain but also affection and the gladness of being back here.
The kisses still bring a smile in spite of the misery. When Balthazar leaves Lucifer starts working on removing his armor, beginning with the spaulder. His fingers fumble with the buckles and straps. The spear wound was the worst, by Lucifer's account. It would need the most care. Once that piece is tossed to the floor he moves on to whatever strapping is easy to reach without causing too much pain. Doing something would help him remain conscious.
[OOC: Armor reference in case it is wanted/needed.]