He could hear him, that voice drifting through. Soft and desperate, seeking, searching… Lucifer could hear the pleas and the emotion in that tone that sought him out. Wondering where he had gone. Why there was only silence in response to his desperate prayers.
And he wanted to answer. He wanted to reach out, to push through the blackness surrounding him and respond.
Because here was someone who believed. Who wanted him. Who needed him.
And he had almost forgotten–had forgotten–what that had felt like.
Everyone else had turned away, had forsaken him.
Nick had not.