It was funny, how much time Lucifer had spent convincing him-- both of them-- to let him do something. To let him fix things when they broke. And yet now, when it was most important, he didn't have a bloody answer.

"I don't know," he said, through gritted teeth. "But we are leaving this room. I need to go somewhere I can think."

He dragged Duke towards the door. When he pushed it open, there was-- dark walls, rising high up towards the sky. Ashes, drifting down. The real infrastructure of Hell.

Do something do something do something do something. Something roiled in his stomach. The world swam.