Will let out a slow breath. He knew how terrified Clio was of Lucifer. Fuck, he was terrified himself, but Clio? Her mother was the goddess of memory. She couldn't help but recall every moment of her torture with perfect clarity, and even the hint of demons starting shit in town could bring it all rushing back. To not have to carry around the fear of Lucifer coming back for her – or Will, or their kids, or their friends... it was almost too good to be believed. God, Will wanted to believe it. "And... you're sure he bought it?"