"Lucifer," Death said tonelessly then looked passed him and at the dead demons for a moment. "I didn't think that it would have been you to release me."
The fallen angel cocked an eyebrow. "You want to go back in?" he asked with a sarcastic hint in his voice as he nudged his head at the hole he had just dug.
Death snorted, looking back at Lucifer. "No. I was just a little taken back," he explained.
Lucifer shrugged his shoulders, understanding Death's misconception. After all, it had been a few thousand years sense he had company other than himself. "God isn't around anymore," Lucifer told him. "He is believed to be… dead."
Death tilted his head, a look of puzzlement on his face. "Dead? That cannot be true. I would have felt something that powerful die," he stated meeting Lucifer's eyes. "Surely he is trapped or is up to something the angels don't know," he said then paused. "Or has vacated."
There was a few seconds of silence where Lucifer gave Death a stare seeming as if he was in deep contemplation. "He didn't vacate," Lucifer replied firmly after awhile.
"You would know more than I would."
Sighing, the angel said, "He's not here, that's all that matters."
Death bit the side of his tongue for a moment as concern in flooded his mind. "Michael has his vessel?" he asked Lucifer, who looked surprised at the question.
"No. The man he chose keeps refusing him," Lucifer said. "He was actually one of the humans you felt here. The one who tried to kill me."
Death chuckled. "They chose him?" he asked, then frowned. "You think that he'll say yes eventually?"
The angel shook his head. "The sky would fall before that would happen," he replied.
Death looked away from Lucifer at this realization. Without Michael to stop Lucifer, every human and later on demon would die. This would be fine with Death it there wasn't one big problem: Without any living creature around, where would Death or any of his Grim Reapers be? There would be no use for him or the Reapers. With that, would he just go back into his prison after everyone died, or would he deteriorate? Both outcomes sounded unpleasant. I can't let that happen, Death thought, looking back at Lucifer.
"I must go," he said to the fallen angel.
Lucifer nodded, obviously in bliss of what Death was pondering. "Have fun."
