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Lucifer gave an understanding smile. "That is understandable. And I understand that there is more pressure than that of before to win. To survive." Lucifer nodded, knowing that these words were true. God would not put mercy upon His former creations, and Lucifer had no doubt that God would not be any easier upon Touya. If anything, he would be judged much harsher, being a creation not of His Own. "But I believe in our kind. I believe we can win. Mostly..." Lucifer got down Touya's level, looking him in the eye. "...I believe in you." A confident smile. "You were reared by the Root of Magic in your art, and its blood courses within you. I have no doubt that you will make us proud. That you will make me proud."

Lucifer knew that, when the Seven Years of Tribulation were over, he was to be cast into the lake of fire, destroyed and consumed by God's 'holy' judgment and fury. His intention was not to survive, himself. Moreover, his case was to destroy the very essence of good so that when God rebuilt the world to be 'perfect', the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit would find Himself alone. An eye for an eye, a hypocritical Being for His Creation.

But, as far as Lucifer was concerned, for the sake of his Army, the Legions of Hell would win.

Lucifer gave a small sound of Hellish attention, several imps flying to their Master. The Lord of Hades spoke in the Demonic tongue, the floating flaming skulls flying to the far circles of Hell to alert the High Demons of a meeting called by their Lord. Turning back to Touya, he noted the interruption of reading that he had done. Lucifer pointed to the book Touya had held. "What were you reading, there?"