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"Or eating," Lucifer added helpfully. "Which is a boon here, really. But back on earth I could eat just because I wanted to." And he had, the detective often not understanding how much Lucifer valued good food.

"About anything else then?" he asked, still considering her. She'd been dealing with a decent amount of guilt the night before, and while it had taken Lucifer millennia before he experienced that particular feeling, he hated it and the way it poisoned everything. When he nearly found himself trapped in hell, it was by guilt.

Of course, he had killed his brother, and he still wasn't squared away on that. But he could live with it. He had to.

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