Lucifer felt powerless after his long fight. He spread out in the crater as his blurred eyes focused on Lanza. Who fluttered her wings and landed over his body. Her judging eyes watched him with sadness. Her tender, radiant light enveloped him, healing part of his wounds.
A light barrier surrounded them, stopping anyone from listening in or watching. The poor Elven goddess could only click her tongue as she angrily put away her popcorn and wine.
—|Lucifer: 'When did my cute little Lanze become so powerful?'
"Lucifer, why do you cling to those tattered wings?"
He took a moment as his reaction was stiff, quivering, and unable to answer her question. His head tried to turn away. However, her foot kicked his face, forcing him to look at her.
"I..." He said, his words filled with reluctance.