He opened his eyes into a lovely headache. Bottles clattered off the nightstand as he pulled himself into a sitting position. He was the first to ever the words,“What happened last night?"

Unholy water can really mess you up.

Short fragments popped up, rearranging themselves, trying to find the order they happened in. It took a few moments but the important bits found one another.

“Oh. Oh dear."

Lucifer sat on his couch, holding the list of names supporting him. It was going to be a busy day. He took the dredges of unholy water from the bottoms of the bottles before closing the door behind him.

In the Beginning

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