Lucifer was getting worried now.
And when the great Arch-Recorder of Pride got worried, you knew something had gone stupid.
The Observer held meetings at irregular intervals, intentionally irregular, apparently. He called them "organic scheduling" and said it helped "promote spontaneity." Lucifer called it annoying. But this time? This delay was suspicious even for Observer standards.
Lucifer squinted at the golden thread of ether curling lazily through his fingers. It showed him his current recording target, Eleyn.
Oh, Eleyn.
He was sitting under a very metaphorical tree (he didn't need shade, but it felt thematic) while Seraphis was, oh dear gods above, laying absolute carnage onto the forest floor.
