Anger. Oh yes. Anger was a much better emotion than the mass of pain Duke was feeling right now. It was so much simpler. Duke latched onto it hard.

“I’m not even supposed to be here! I’m supposed to be starting over as a seagull or a fish! And you think I want to stay here with you for months at a time if it means she’s alone for even a minute?”

He tried to shake Lucifer, though he didn’t have the leverage, the way he was still gripping Lucifer’s shirt.

“This is your stupid afterlife, Lucifer, fucking fix it!”