The innards of each crystal swayed with delicate movements, swirling with an eddy of grace.
Lucifer picked each crystal up, analyzing with temperance before placing them back in the angel’s hand and stepping back.
“How did you…” For the first time in his existence, Lucifer was lost for words. “Is this a trick?”
A crisp laugh rose from the angel’s throat. “Coming from the father of lies, I find this quite amusing.”
Lucifer lost all sense of patience, burning his stare into the grey eyes of the frail angel. Black veins surfaced to Lucifer’s skin, pulsating as he hoisted him upwards by the neck. “Who are you?” he demanded.
Through staggered breaths, the angel managed a smile through the struggle. Muttering slowly, the angel released, “Blight.”
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