Talk about conflicting emotions. After all this time, after all the times I've looked for him and now he's here and. Part of me is ecstatic. Part of me is pissed the fuck off. He's been here. He LIVES here. He's remembered for how long and ... he never sought me out. Me. Who used to be his. Everything. Partner. Wife. Consort. Opposition. Never enemy, even then.

But he's here now.




Lucifer has surfaced.