The vessel that Lucifer inhabits still has its soul, still has its consciousness; Nick sleeps peacefully, unaware, his reward for the offering of his flesh. Lucifer does not have to destroy the soul to take the body like an animal, like a ravenous, mindless beast.

"And do you think that you're the only one who can move between universes, orphaned god-king?"

Contrary to her increasing anger, Lucifer stands glacially calm and immovable, like he is made of marble instead of flesh and blood. If he is bothered by her outbursts and increasing aggression, he makes no outward appearance of it; let her have her snits. Let her make her threats. Words are nothing more than words.

He cocks his head at her, acknowledgement of what she claims she can do.

"Try it, and I will unmake you."