He stops, mystified, scrambling to make sense of a situation beyond what he could have formerly imagined.
Lucifer. The Devil. Lucifer the Devil, the Morningstar, the Beast, the one who was cast out, now reduced to hitchhiking and walking for heretofore unknown reasons, healed him, seemingly without provocation.
"Why?" he asks, wavering between ironclad fear and genuine perplexity. "Why did you heal me?" A heartbeat, then, disgusted, "is it because I'm still useful to you?"
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He stops, mystified, scrambling to make sense of a situation beyond what he could have formerly imagined.
Lucifer. The Devil. Lucifer the Devil, the Morningstar, the Beast, the one who was cast out, now reduced to hitchhiking and walking for heretofore unknown reasons, healed him, seemingly without provocation.
"Why?" he asks, wavering between ironclad fear and genuine perplexity. "Why did you heal me?" A heartbeat, then, disgusted, "is it because I'm still useful to you?"