Lenny turned to Lucifer.
For some weird reason, as Lucifer looked into his eyes, he could tell.
Lucifer spoke, his voice quieter than usual.
"You have aged."
Lenny replied calmly, "Hundreds of thousands of years. I have seen the rise and fall of civilizations and the inner workings of the universe. I have seen stars flicker away, the machinations of your hand… and now, I am here… Father."
Lucifer frowned for a moment, then spoke again.
"That means you understand."
Lenny nodded.
Lucifer asked, "Why do you have the aura of a Morningstar?"
Lenny replied simply, "Because I am one."
Suddenly, wings appeared on his back — twelve in total, six on each side. They were not uniform. Each pair carried a different essence: some pure white like untouched snow, some flowing like molten lava, some like living water, one shimmering like distant stars, one pulsing with raw demonic energy, and one dripping like flowing poison.
