George was dangling upside down on the couch, not looking away from his video games as he fumbled for his phone. It was Wrath's special ringtone, and if he played this just right and convinced her to bring him pizza, he might not have to move from the couch for the rest of the-
Lucifer. home.
He couldn't teleport, but he did a damned good impression of someone who could. Off the couch, boots and his thick coat on, sword in hand as he ducked into the narrow side yard with the door banging shut behind him. All in about 12 seconds, a personal best.
"Michael!" he prayed, grinding his knuckles against his forehead in desperation. He was too anxious to bother with cell phones; the warm, reliable connection of prayer was faster anyway. "Michael, I need you now, come on, sir."