Lucifer saw his mother die.
He saw himself impale her with his sword immolate her body and everything around them in a sea of fire.
He witnessed her form crumple over and die as the crystal that acted as her heart finally slipped out of her burnt form.
Lucifer saw his mother die.
He saw the hole in her bloodless body and recognized that he was the one responsible.
Their eyes met as he stabbed her, and the love and disappointment she had for him did not go away.
She wasn't tormented by the direction things had gone in, nor was she terribly inconvenienced by the pain.
If anything, the lingering ghosts of her past decisions brought her more grief than any sword could have accomplished.
Before her body went up in flame, she lifted her arms slowly as if she hoped her son would embrace her one last time.
Lucifer saw his mother die.
And knowing that he was the culprit fundamentally changed something within him.
