It would be safe to assume that she's dead, but this is also Elizabeth, so he'll play it a bit cautiously for now. Regardless, Lucifer slumps forward a bit, looking disdainfully at what's left of his whip — the spell had obliterated the part of it that he'd quite nearly strangled Elizabeth with.
All things considered, though, Lucifer is a prideful man. She was his kill, and at the same time she was someone he once considered a friend; to let the void swallow her would be unjust. No, she'll be put on display when they exit, just like everyone else — so, gripping the mirror shard he'd kept on him just in case, he uses what's left of her hand (or the ends of her limbs, should she not have any left) to get her out of there, before he follows after with the remaining pieces.
He considers himself lucky that the worst of the injuries didn't stick; four powerful wings flex at his back as a reminder that he's alive and whole, though he can still feel the damage to the formerly-severed one, and by the Demon King his entire body feels like it's ablaze, not to mention the still-prevalent pain from the injury that sent them both to the void in the first place. In the time they were gone, Lucifer's glad that the time-stop held his stasis magic in place for the remaining students and blood splatters.
The demon glances at Elizabeth, who looks otherwise fine, uninjured, no longer just pieces and mangled limbs. A shame, really, that she had to go.
Five bodies to send one message. For those he loved and lost — for Narumi still in stasis and soulless back at the dorms and for Clamor, his dearly departed.
Do not cross the Avatar of Pride.
Lucifer sighs a touch sadly, setting to work. He has decorating to finish, after all. When the elevator doors open in the morning, Elizabeth and Minato will be found within, Elizabeth poised like a doll in that chair she normally sits in and Minato leaning lifelessly against her side.]
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It would be safe to assume that she's dead, but this is also Elizabeth, so he'll play it a bit cautiously for now. Regardless, Lucifer slumps forward a bit, looking disdainfully at what's left of his whip — the spell had obliterated the part of it that he'd quite nearly strangled Elizabeth with.
All things considered, though, Lucifer is a prideful man. She was his kill, and at the same time she was someone he once considered a friend; to let the void swallow her would be unjust. No, she'll be put on display when they exit, just like everyone else — so, gripping the mirror shard he'd kept on him just in case, he uses what's left of her hand (or the ends of her limbs, should she not have any left) to get her out of there, before he follows after with the remaining pieces.
He considers himself lucky that the worst of the injuries didn't stick; four powerful wings flex at his back as a reminder that he's alive and whole, though he can still feel the damage to the formerly-severed one, and by the Demon King his entire body feels like it's ablaze, not to mention the still-prevalent pain from the injury that sent them both to the void in the first place. In the time they were gone, Lucifer's glad that the time-stop held his stasis magic in place for the remaining students and blood splatters.
The demon glances at Elizabeth, who looks otherwise fine, uninjured, no longer just pieces and mangled limbs. A shame, really, that she had to go.
Five bodies to send one message. For those he loved and lost — for Narumi still in stasis and soulless back at the dorms and for Clamor, his dearly departed.
Do not cross the Avatar of Pride.
Lucifer sighs a touch sadly, setting to work. He has decorating to finish, after all. When the elevator doors open in the morning, Elizabeth and Minato will be found within, Elizabeth poised like a doll in that chair she normally sits in and Minato leaning lifelessly against her side.]