[He looked down at his drink, listening. He always listened, even if he didn't always understand. You couldn't learn what one wanted if you didn't after all. You couldn't learn, and Lucifer was chaos and change and evolution.

He was looking down at his drink at the last bit, brows winging up before he turned to Gabriel.]

That's not true. Or, it wasn't. I cared. I used to. I tried to do what He wanted. What they both did. One disagreement. One 'no', and that was enough to banish me. To make me His antithesis. Love Him or suffer me. He never told me to love them. Never told any of us -- I suppose that's why most angels consider them so... beneath us. Demons too, for the record. You should have had a chat with Maze before she buggered off. But no, our love was supposed to be for Him, so I suppose... I suppose the ability is there. Maybe.

I just didn't think that there were any humans worth loving. Ten billion years of drudging through humanity and there was never anyone like her. It's not the vulnerability thing. That just made her a curiosity. It's...

Well, you've met her. She's special. She's like a bloody star that blinds you, but you can't stop looking because it's so worth the pain.