Chapter 67: HEALING POWERS

"Lucifer?" Kristen called softly.

"Oh, the angel is up." Lucifer chuckled as he tried to sit p on the bed, putting a little force on his elbow.

"Stay in bed, you idiot!" Damon huffed as he pushed the other back to bed.

"Geez. It hurts." Lucifer squealed as he scrunched his face.

His wings mark were just healing, the stitches were still fresh as hell and every time he moves in the bed, his back was getting pressed against the medicinal herbs. It was stinging so bad that even when he was unconscious, he could feel the pain. He was pretty sure that he cried a river and was ashamed to face them.

"You have cried enough for a Devil. Pull yourself together." Damon scoffed as he moved closer to inspect the man.

"Are you fine?" Lucifer asked the girl who was on the verge of a breakdown.

"Yes, she is all fine." A kid answered instead of her making Lucifer groan.

'Can you all simps get out and give us some privacy?"