@dominiodei
He paused in His work, sorted shards of celestial pottery waiting for Him to piece together. but He knew what that feeling was by His door. ar- lucifer. with a sigh, He opened the door, staring at His son, melancholy warring deeply with old anger inside Him. voice stuck in his throat until He saw the plant. “wait.”
Lucifer hadn’t expected the voice. Hadn’t expected any acknowledgment at all really. So when it comes, he’s already had his wings out preparing to fly back to earth. But he does stop, not turning though. If his voice sounds heavy, it’s an illusion “It’s a white flag. Or a peace offering, nothing harmful.”














