FFM3: Privilege
"But why?" Michael looked at him, more betrayed than anything else.
"Because he asked." Lucifer wouldn't meet the archangel's eyes, and instead turned to keep his back to him. "Help was needed here, and Father, well. It was a request."
"So you didn't have to do it." Michael's tone made it all the worse. Really, Lucifer wished he could just beat Michael with a pipe, and keep doing so until the archangel stopped moving, if he could just avoid this conversation.
"No." He paused. "I didn't have to do it."
"But?"
"I did it anyway." Michael had wanted a reason, Lucifer knew, and a reason wasn't what he was going to give. Not now, not yet.
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