Now Joshua was back, Lucifer was once again free to do as he liked. Which was, to be fair, not a whole lot. He convinced mortals to sell him their souls, and waited. He wasn't in a mood to torment the Saints, although he figured he ought to let them know he'd keep his bargain. He may not like it, but Joshua was needed, and he didn't feel like getting dragged to Kansas if one of them got smart.
And even torture got boring at times. He supposed he ought to make an example out of one of the Greeks, but he was being lazy about it.. They held the most population in the city, and he knew very well how numbers could count for you. At times, he had a sense of logic about him.
But his train of thought ended when he felt one of his siblings. Not Michael, but something that felt both very familiar, and yet different. Narrowing his eyes he trailed after the feeling, grinning when he spotted Samael. If anyone was on the edge, it was that one. Sometimes Lucifer believed Samael had already joined them, and was just not admitting it.
He slid next to his brother, "hello Sammy." he purred. "How's tricks?"