"Okay," Mary said, but she sounded distracted finding the camera on her phone. "You go do the rescue," she told Michael over her shoulder, crouching down beside Lucifer to get some quality photos of his embarrassing death. "I'll keep and eye on old chokey here." And shoot him a few times. For fun.
She grabbed Lucifer by the hair and pulled his heavy head up towards her. "Fuck you," she whispered. She could remember that night in Huitzilopotchli's building, when Lucifer had come to kill her Aztec love just because he'd been her love. They'd bested him that night because of surprise and luck and Mary's own trigger happy nature. She'd thought herself pretty amazing that night, even as they'd suffered through their own wounds afterwards.
But it turned out that even a ring of baked dough could take down the almighty Morningstar.