There's also the part where apotheosizing intergalactic conquerers probably wouldn't be wandering the back woods of Pennsylvania wearing dad jeans and almost a month's worth of grime.

Granted, people also probably wouldn't expect Lucifer, the Morningstar, Angel of the Deepest Pit, to be wandering the back woods of Pennsylvania wearing dad jeans and month's worth of grime, but here he is.

Lucifer is tempted to draw a sigil or two in the condensation, just to see if Daniel would recognize it, but it may attract more attention than he wants. And he doesn't want to get kicked out of the car quite yet. He should at least wait until they're out of the mountains before he starts getting himself kicked out of the free ride.

"No, but it's better than being named Balthazar."