Lucifer had been forewarned of this, the foreboding pathway to the next room of this magical mystery tour or the ambiguous exit, taunting him to take the chance and maybe return home to real life.
To the detective. To Maze. Even to Amenadiel with his newly restored holier-than-thou attitude. To Dr. Linda. Home.
He had anticipated this being an easier decision, which is why he'd thrown himself into the last set of tasks far beyond his normal inclinations. Solve the rooms, go home. That was the promise, wasn't it? Had he actually been promised anything.
More and more, he was starting to accept the idea that he didn't know who was behind this. It was terrifying, really. In his father's world, he knew the rules and how to work them, to bend them to the point right before they broke. Here, he didn't know those boundaries. And he certainly didn't appreciate being one of the focal points of someone's games.That alone was a reason to take the exit.
Only there was nothing to say that the exit led to any sort of freedom. He was fairly certain that following the door to room three would land him there, for better or worse. And better yet, he'd have company he knew.
Finally he made his decision. It wasn't time to step off the bloody carousel just yet.