What is a god, this is something that is heavily debated among all forms of mortal life, for given that a god of any kind could take any form, what details would be considered absolute in a deity's visage? To most when they envision a god they see a blinding radiance of light, others imagine a shapeless entity comprised of celestial bodies and energies, and then there are a few who paint their god in their image, believing that they are modeled after the beauty of a higher being. But to the Sentinel people gods were not made of light, or stars, or looked like them in any way, their gods were what most would consider monsters or even demons. Yet how would it be possible for the Sentinels to have gods that were not Heavenborn, or rather how could they worship anything other than the one true creator and his angels, who in their case were the Maykrs?
In truth the Wraiths as they were known were not Heavenborn, nor were they of Hellish origin, though certainly deserving of their distinction as gods the Wraiths were beings born from a chaotic universe, and thus their powers while great were not of the supernatural. Though they came forth from the Sentinel world after it had been pierced by another celestial body, the Wraiths would soon bring all things to it with their call. Beasts and person alike were born from the Wraiths' power, and as the Sentinel people acknowledged these entities as their gods and creators, they began to worship and protect them from any manner of threat. This would be where the Maykrs would appear, just as the earliest signs of civilization began the Khan Maykr would arrive to greet them.
However this was a very crucial point in the Sentinels' history, for they already had gods who they knelt before and worshipped above all else. So as these angelic figures approached would they be asked to abandon their gods, and if so would they be willing or would they fight for them? To their surprise neither outcome would be realized, instead the Maykrs asked for a union between the Wraiths and their species specifically, no other Heavenborn would know of the Wraiths. This included any written records kept by either Maykr or Sentinel, there would always be two versions where the only difference between them would be the exclusion of the Wraiths.
When asked why they would request such a thing, the Khan Maykr stated that the energy the Wraiths had innately which they could also bestow onto others, would be actively sought out by all beings if they should learn of it, and Heaven was no exception. For while Heaven was true to it's image, holy and virtuous above all else, there was one truth that was rarely ever spoken which betrayed that. Alongside their duties in maintaining a general balance of creation, good and evil and other such things, as well as granting paradise to the deserving mortal souls, they also sought out anything that would be deemed heretical. This included beings such as the Wraiths, who while certainly deserving of being labeled as gods, would be snuffed out or at the very least kept in check by Heaven, to ensure at no point they would grow too ambitious and challenge the domain for power.
Upon being shared such a closely kept secret, the Wraiths and Sentinels were of course curious as to what the Maykrs intentions were, for it seemed that revealing such information in of itself would be blasphemous. And at first the Maykrs did not answer, for they as well were unsure if they could fully trust them yet, and so for this moment they suggested a temporary association, that could be broken at any point either side deemed it necessary. Then it happened, the creation of Doom by the other circles of Hell in the hope it would tip the war in their favor, and when the Maykrs laid eyes upon these ravenous beasts that sought only carnage, they called upon their new allies to aid them. It is here that their temporary association would become a full alliance, in the midst of war and battle one cannot hide their true intentions, at least not very well, and so both sides could see the other at their most transparent.
Through a union of Maykr technology and science, with the Sentinels' unrivaled combat instinct and the Wraiths' unique energy, weapons and inventions far greater than any other in all of creation were made possible. Any time a Sentinel might've been wounded or even killed in combat, the Maykrs would bestow divine blessings and intervene to lend aid. And in moments where a Maykr was nearly slain by a demon of Doom, a Sentinel would stand between them and protect the Heavenborn as their shield. Yet even after Doom was sealed away to keep to itself, after the treaty was struck between Heaven and Hell, the alliance between Maykr and Sentinel would persist due to trust and familiarity, but also necessity.
For while Doom was left to it's own devices, to fester and worsen as time passed, it would be the universe of the mortal realm that the Maykrs governed that they would set their eyes upon, and so both needed to be ready for when they inevitably returned. This entire section of both races history was kept secret, even the tome gifted to Gabriel by King Novik omitted any mention of the Wraiths or of the energy they produced. And while at first the Maykrs kept their reasons for this secrecy to themselves, after all that transpired during the war, and all that came next, the Sentinels and their gods had far beyond earned the right to know the truth. This is why as King Novik walked down carefully cut stone stairs that led to the Wraiths' sanctum, he knew what they were doing was just and what was needed, and he held no regrets at the thought of challenging Heaven itself.
"King Novik." One of the guards who stood near the doors to the Wraiths' sanctum greeted, as both he and the other saluted their leader with a fist across their chests,.
"Are they expecting me?" He asked with a gesture of his hand, to tell the guards to lower their salutes.
"Yes sir, they sensed the presence of the archangel leaving, and knew you would come to hold an audience with them soon after." The same guard answered.
Needing not to exchange any further words the guards would step aside as the doors began to open, the doors in question being the biggest in all of the Sentinels' world, which made sense given the size of their gods. Waiting in respect for the doors to be fully open, King Novik would enter, and after a few good steps inside the doors would close behind him as the guards retook their positions. Once fully shut the passageway that led to the Wraiths' chamber would be pitch black, only illuminated by the ethereal form of himself, but only enough to where the stone of the floor could be seen. The reason of why the passage way to their deities was like this was to deceive heretics, in short the darkness that surrounded him was of their power, and should any undeserving soul ever try to reach them, then they would ensure said soul would be lost in darkness.
But King Novik was no heretic obviously, and thus what might have been a literal eternity for someone the Wraiths did not trust, only took a short minute before more light began casting aside the shadows. Flames of both light blue hue and vibrant red would slowly ignite torches on the walls, their separate flames casting a purple glow on everything it touched. That on its own was enough to give this space an otherworldly or supernatural feeling, but once King Novik reached his destination the forms of the Wraiths would also be illuminated. And what forms they were to behold, creatures that could be described as bat like or even alien, they bore no resemblance to any creature of mortal origin or Heaven for that matter.
They were the very physical embodiment of the concept of cosmic gods, yet even with such power and such bodies they did not see themselves any higher than those who served them. Still King Novik and all other Sentinels sought to show them their gratitude and respect, which is why before saying any words even he would kneel before them.
"Rise Novik, you need not kneel before us, especially now in these current times." The Wraiths all
spoke in unison, their minds and souls connected as one, though each was distinct in terms of name and personality.
"Of course forgive me, old habits I suppose." He apologized as he stood.
"There is no need for apology, but there are matters of greater importance, which is why you have come to speak with us correct?" They inquired.
"Indeed, the archangel has left which you already know, and per your wishes I made our position clear." He told them.
"Good, were we his first destination, or had he already been to Urdak and questioned the Maykrs?" They asked.
"He seemed surprised by certain things he saw in the tome we offered, I believe in his departure he will seek council with the Khan, which is exactly why I have come to speak with you." He answered.
"Yes, a meeting between we and the Maykrs, it is due time for it." They agreed followed by a brief moment of silence, "What of our champion? has he been informed of these developments? do you believe it necessary for him to be at attendance?" They asked.
"While it would be of convenience for him to be here when the meeting is held, I'm afraid there are far too many eyes looking towards him now, not only of the archangel specifically but the angels that govern Lucifer's Hell, as informed by the Khan." He responded.
"Ah yes, the exterminators, such simple minded creatures so fixated on their own matters, though perhaps not too dissimilar from our champion in that aspect." They admitted.
"I still think it is important he be informed of course, while this meeting is solely to discuss our strategies moving forward, after all he is at the center of this issue." He suggested.
"Agreed, our champion must not be left in the dark on any matter, even if all that comes of this gathering is very little, he should still be made aware of any new information." They stated.
"I will see to it, is there anything more that you would wish me to do before the meeting is held?" He asked.
"No, as of now all that is needed is conference with the Khan and the Maykrs, anything else shall come to surface in the gathering itself." They decided.
Nodding to show he understood King Novik would take his leave of their chamber, the torches and light dispersing as he went to shroud them once again in darkness.
"Oh man, look at all this gaudy shit, would make real nice debris if someone were to, oh I dunno, blow it up?" Cherri suggested with a grin, as she lightly tossed a bomb of hers up and down in her palm.
The portion of Pentagram City that was reserved for the rich and the powerful, as well as those who had so much dirt on everybody they could live comfortably, was just as tasteless as you'd expect. It truly was to the degree that much like the emerald city from the wizard of Oz, where everything was of course green like an emerald, the streets, buildings, sidewalks, and even smaller things like lamp posts and signs, were just drenched in money. And while both Angel and Cherri had been to this part of the city a fair bit, the former to fuck and the latter to destroy, they still had
to admire how tacky and flashy it all was. Then you had Lucifer, who honestly looked at everything with an uninterested expression, for while he certainly was no saint he wasn't nearly as snooty and obnoxious as these people were.
"You know, that might be the first suggestion you've put forward I might not be entirely against." He replied catching them both by surprise, "Unfortunately right now we have more important things to attend to, though I do have a few nobles in mind who could do with some good property damage." He admitted.
"Whoa! look at that, the king of Hell itself promoting senseless destruction and mayhem, ain't that a sight?" Angel Dust asked.
"Yeah, I'd think if anyone would be annoyed by all the destruction that happens it'd be you, what gives?" Cherri asked joining in.
"Normally such things would give me light headaches or would illicit sighs from my lungs, but the truth is after everything that has happened recently, I see them now more as nice distractions, without them things would be rather depressing." He explained while looking out the window.
Taken aback by how serious and straight forward his answer had been, both demons couldn't help but notice the rather melancholy expression he had on his face. Sure up till now Lucifer and a few of the others back at the hotel, had rather displeased or guffawed reactions to what they said and how they acted. But now he just seemed rather...deflated in a sense, like even if they were to suddenly resume their talks of banging the Slayer, he would just shrug it off.
"Hey...um...you okay?..." Angel Dust asked rather hesitantly, as emotional stuff like this was nowhere near his forte.
Unfortunately the considerate gesture would be wasted as the limo suddenly came to a stop, followed by the driver informing them that they had arrived at their destination.
"Well, time to go and speak with the man who nearly killed my daughter, this'll be fun." Lucifer said as he opened his door, "Just like before please stay in the limo, especially here, I don't care if people get some stupid ideas of why you two are in my limo, but the less attention we bring to ourselves right now the better." He told them, before stepping out and closing the door behind him.
Quickly pressing down his clothes just to make sure he was as presentable as he could be, Lucifer then with a fake toothy smile approached the estate. And if he had been anyone else, even another noble or overlord of Hell the guards would have stopped him. But when the literal ruling power of your entire plane of existence is coming towards you, you do not stop him, you don't question him, you don't so much as look at him with an expression that might displease him, you just stand there straight faced as he walks passed you.
"Welcome lord Lucifer." One of the staff greeted as the doors to the manor were opened. "Thank you, is Stolas in? or his several guests?" Lucifer asked.
"Why yes sir, unfortunately they are not expecting you, as none of us were, should I go inform them of your arrival?" He responded.
"No no, It'll be a fun little surprise, tell me where are they right now?" Lucifer asked. "They're in the dining hall sir, allow me to take you to them." He offered.
Simply nodding in agreement, the servant after closing the doors behind him would lead Lucifer
through a few other rooms before they arrived at a set of ornate wooden doors. And while at first as the doors were opened those inside were confused, as Stolas had requested they not be disturbed, once they saw who was interrupting them they all froze stiff. As for Lucifer, as he stepped inside the room and the servant closed the doors behind him, he took a moment to look at the table and see who all was present. At one end he saw the lord of the manor Stolas, next to him was his daughter, and then at the end he was closest to he saw the three imps he was looking for, along with a hellhound he admittedly didn't expect to find.
"L-Lucifer?" Stolas questioned being the first to speak, "What're you doing here?" He asked.
"Oh you know how it is, driving around the city when a sudden spontaneous impulse takes over, in this case it was to visit a very specific noble, which of course was you." Lucifer answered as he looked over to Millie and Moxxie, "I'm surprised to see you two here though, in fact weren't you in particular covered in casts from head to toe? rather amazing that you are able to be out and about like normal." He stated.
"Yeah...well...just a quick healer I guess..." Moxxie replied awkwardly.
"Hmm yes, I suppose so, good for you." Lucifer said before walking over, "To tell you the truth though I really am surprised that you would come here first of all places, instead of the hotel that is, if it hadn't been for that nurse giving me a hand in locating you I might've been searching the city for hours." He admitted as he pulled out a chair from the table.
"I knew she was listening!" Millie exclaimed only to immediately cover her mouth with her hands.
"No need to feel ashamed or even upset at that nurse, yes she shouldn't have listened in on your conversation, but if she hadn't I wouldn't have guessed you'd come to see your boss, who is currently using a noble as his hideout from the Slayer." He replied as he sat down across from them.
"That's why we wanted to talk to him, to try and convince him to come back with us before he got here, though to be honest I'm a little surprised that we managed to get here before him, and that he's not with you." She explained.
"Haven't you heard the news? the Slayer got sidetracked due to a turf war that suddenly broke out not too far from where he was, fortunate for your employer but still amazed you aren't aware of that fact." He told them.
Upon hearing this all eyes fell onto Octavia, who simply crossed her arms and rolled her eyes.
"Forgive me if my phone needed to charge, and the EXACT moment it does something new actually happens." She said defensively.
"Anyway, I think that this is what one would call, divine intervention." Lucifer spoke as to bring the focus back to him, "If that turf war hadn't broken out and diverted his attention, I have no doubts in my mind that he would have come here and things might've gotten...messy to put it lightly, but now that he is preoccupied with other matters, again due to the turf war, you can return with me before he gets back and we can avoid any trouble, all in all things have worked out quite well wouldn't you agree?" He asked, this time addressing Blitzo specifically.
"Actually your highness, I don't see a reason why I should leave to be quite honest with you." He replied, which caused everyone but Lucifer's eyes to widen.
"Blitzy..." Stolas said worriedly, not liking where this was going in the slightest.
"Oh? and why is that...Blitzo was it? why do you think you should stay here as opposed to coming to the hotel, like your employees are?" Lucifer questioned, as he put his arm on the table and leaned in slightly.
"Well, to be honest with you I don't see what the big deal is about this so called "Slayer", oh sure he's got big muscles, and yeah he's toting a shotgun and whatever the hell that crossbow thing was, and sure he did manage to splatter Katie Killjoy on live TV, fact is now that I've had time to think this over he just seems like he's overcompensating for something you know? I mean why else would he dress up like he's from some sci-fi movie and act all scary like that? dude's just trying to hide something, probably the fact he's got a tiny dick." He explained.
With every single word that left his mouth the others grew tenser, and as they looked towards Lucifer to see how he was reacting they were terrified. He wasn't getting angry, or shocked, or really reacting in any way at all, he just sat there staring at Blitzo with that big fang filled smile of his. In fact the only difference they could see was that his hand, the one currently laying atop of the table with his arm, was rhythmically tapping its fingers in a sequential order from pinkie to index.
"I see, so even after seeing first hand what he can do, and after no doubt hearing all of the news, excluding the recent turf war, you think that the Slayer is nothing more than some muscle head with a small penis, trying to hide that fact by "dressing up" as you put it, and toting around a shotgun." Lucifer replied.
"Yes that's exactly what I think, and I think the reason why YOU'RE here is because he had a moment of clarity, where he realized how fucking stupid he'd have to be to try and muscle his way into a noble's home." He said.
"So out of curiosity, given that you clearly think nothing of the Slayer, what do you think of me then? obviously it's clear as day that we're associated with each other to some extent, so if you think that he's all brawn and no brain, what then is your opinion of me?" Lucifer asked.
"You really want the truth?" Blitzo asked in return.
"Blitzy don't!" Stolas exclaimed defiantly, even going so far as to stand from his seat. "Yes. ENLIGHTEN me." Lucifer said as he leaned in more.
"Alright then." Blitzo began as he cleared his throat, "See I've been giving it a lot of thought as I've been here, about what went down in the studio and everything, and it just seems really weird to me that some random guy would be accompanying the princess to her interview, yeah sure he's big and tall but he's clearly not her bodyguard, and as we all know he's pretty decent at killing a person, so why is some random loser dressed in cosplay following the princess of Hell around? the answer? he's a hitman, it's no secret that Katie didn't like your family, I mean she flat out called your daughter a dyke and called you a queer, so it makes perfect sense that you'd want her dead, but you obviously wouldn't want people to think that the royal family had such thin skin, so you hired some nut job that would draw all the attention to kill her, only problem was we were also trying to kill her, and so when things got out of hand your guy tried to kill MY employees, so all in all I think your highness that YOU owe ME an apology." He explained.
Over the course of that entire response as more was said, Lucifer's tapping fingers were gradually going faster and faster, until finally coming to a full stop once Blitzo was done. And now that the entire room was as quiet as a graveyard, everyone but the lanky imp mortified by what he said, they all feared what the king of Hell would do to him. But instead of screaming at him and saying something like "How dare you?!", or immediately grabbing onto the collar of his shirt and pulling
him across the table, Lucifer simply rose from his seat and pushed his chair in. He would then take a moment to make sure his clothes were not wrinkled before turning around and walking towards the doors, stopping just as his hands fell onto their handles.
"You know, I've seen a lot of souls in my time, I am the devil after all, I've seen souls that range from your everyday pickpocket and prostitute, to dictators and egomaniacal maniacs who were willing to tear down the whole world if it meant rebuilding it in their image, and while the reasons that brought them here to my domain were all different, all varying in how evil or stupid their actions were, never in all of my immortal life have I ever seen such natural, unrefined, pure from the source retardation, you sir are truly without question or doubt the single most ignorant bastard I've ever seen, to think you could stand in the same space as the Slayer and not see it, that endless rage and violence exuding from him like smoke from a fire, it is truly if not bafflingly astounding, you are proof that luck does not favor the bold nor the brave, but the biggest fool to ever have walked the earth." He said as he slowly looked over his shoulder back at him, "But there is no more luck to be found I'm afraid, your luck runs out the moment I step through these doors, I won't be coming back, and the next person who comes to see you won't give you the time of day to say such stupid shit, but I hope you know when said person comes back to the hotel, your corpse dragging across the ground, the smile I'll have then won't be forced like it is now, but it'll quite possibly be the purest smile I will ever have, so until then." He bid farewell as he began opening the doors.
"WAIT!" Loona suddenly shouted out as she shot up from her seat, causing him to stop.
Admittedly surprised that it was the hellhound who kept him from leaving, Lucifer and the others would all look towards the canine, who had a terrified look on her face.
"Please, don't go, not without me." She said as she stepped away from her chair and walked around the table.
"L-Loony? what're you doing?" Blitzo questioned, shocked to see his daughter do such a thing.
"I'm not staying here, I fucking refuse, I do not want to be fucking killed because your dumbass is too stupid to realize that we are fucked." She told him in as cold of a way as possible.
"B-But Loony we're fine! there's nothing to-" He tried to respond, only to be silenced as she stopped dead in her tracks and turned back around to face him.
"SHUT UP!" She practically screamed out, her fangs bearing and her hands balled into fists, "You keep fucking saying that! everything's going to be fine! there's nothing to worry about! and at first I thought you were just saying that and acting this way to try and make me feel better, but you ACTUALLY don't fucking see it do you?!" She questioned.
"S-See what?" He asked.
"HIM. THE FUCKING SLAYER. THE GUY WHO STOPPED A FUCKING SPOTLIGHT WITH HIS BARE HAND, WHO THREW MOXXIE ACROSS THE STUDIO LIKE HE WAS A FUCKING BASEBALL, AND WHO COULD HAVE EASILY SNAPPED HIS NECK LIKE A
TOOTHPICK AS IF IT WERE NOTHING!" She shouted as she put a hand to her chest, "BUT I SAW IT! MILLIE AND MOXXIE SAW IT! ALL OF HELL SAW IT! AND YET YOU SEEM TO BE THE ONLY PERSON WHO DOESN'T REALIZE THAT HE ISN'T LIKE EVERYONE ELSE! HE'S NOT SOME FUCKING LOSER TRYING TO PROVE HE'S A BIG SHOT! HE'S NOT SOME DOLLAR STORE HITMAN LIKE WE ARE! HE IS...is...terrifying..." She
explained, slowly changing from anger to fear "But...I felt it too...I could FEEL what he was...he was...so fucking intense...everything inside of me was on guard the moment he walked in...but then
I saw his speed, his strength, and just how nothing at all seemed to phase him, even when he turned Killjoy into a puddle there was no reaction...so...if you want to stay here then fine...but I'm not going to stand around and wait to die." She told him.
If that had been the only thing that happened in that moment, it would've been the worst thing to ever happen to Blitzo. But before he could say or do anything the sounds of the other chairs next to him being moved went through the air, and as he looked to his left he saw Moxxie and Millie also standing up.
"G-Guys?..." He questioned causing them to look at him.
"Nope, don't say anything, we already agreed to stay at the hotel, we came here to try and convince you to come with us so you wouldn't get killed, because despite everything I don't actually want you to die, but, I'm not going to stay here and wait to see if you come to your senses before the Slayer shows up, you're on your own." Moxxie told him as he walked over to stand beside Loona.
"M-Millie?" He questioned once more, as not only was she the last one on his side of the room, but out of their group she was always the nicest to him, even stuck up for him whenever he did something that upset her husband.
"I'm sorry Blitzo." Was all she said in response before following her husband, standing next to him on his other side.
Left at a loss for words Blitzo didn't know what to think, even when things were tough or crazy or seemed liked they were all up shit's creek, the others would still listen to him and follow him even if it seemed like he had no idea what he was doing. Which to be fair a lot of the time he didn't, he mostly just made shit up as he went along, whether it was their plans or how they could get out of whatever situation they were in, they always stuck by him. But now things were different, they weren't just fucking up another job they could hide away in some folder, they hadn't pissed off some client who while angry would probably forget about them within a week, they were in an actual life or death situation now. And while sure, admittedly he wasn't the brightest person in Hell, definitely wasn't a genius or something similar, he still thought that he was making the right call here, that there was nothing to be worried about and things would just blow over.
Yet as he looked to the faces of his employees, his adopted daughter, and even Stolas and his daughter Octavia, all he saw was either disappointment or hurt, which made him realize he for the first time in his life down here, had truly unquestionably fucked up HARD.
"Well then, if that's all there is to say I suggest we take our leave, I need to get back to the hotel as there are other matters I have to attend to." Lucifer spoke after some time, finally pulling open the two doors he'd been holding onto.
Watching as they all followed him out of the dining hall, and the doors slowly closed on their own as they went, Blitzo balled his hands into fists before shouting:
"WAIT! I'M COMING WITH YOU!"
It had been a great deal of time since the Slayer felt the need to look over his arsenal, for he normally just brought everything along with him, but after spending so much time in Lucifer's Hell for the first time, he felt as if he was a bit overprepared. When dealing with the forces of Doom's legions anything was possible, some demons could be hulking tanks of hardened flesh and bone, while others though not as durable were far better at keeping their distance when attacking. So he would need every tool at his disposal to overcome them, rockets to blast away at the larger ones'
natural armor and thick skin, his assault and plasma rifles to quickly deal with the swifter ones, and his specialty weapons such as the chainsaw or super shotgun for when things got messy. But Lucifer's Hell was completely different, yes there were demons and even some creatures that inhabited the circle that would require some specific force, but it seemed as though even as something as simple as his chain gun wasn't required.
Yet still there was a part of him that was against such a notion, he was never one to let his guard down and even now when dealing with far lesser threats, it still seemed like he should be prepared for the worst case scenario. So as he stood there at his fortress's terminal, looking over a digital listing of his munitions and weaponry, he debated if perhaps he could leave some of his armaments behind.
"I am making some progress with the documentary." Vega suddenly spoke, keeping him informed of his current status, "So far I have decided including some information and recorded images of the demons will be required, otherwise they will assume you have been fighting demons like them all this time, however I'm not certain of how much information you want me to share about you, it would be helpful if you could clarify this for me." He requested.
Understanding his uncertainty the Slayer would put aside his current endeavor to assist his partner, pulling up all of the archived information they had about him. Which to be fair was pretty much everything, it only made sense that the Slayer himself would have a complete record of his past.
And while for the most part choosing what should be included in the documentary was easy, as a bulk of the information was just his time fighting Doom or with the Sentinels, it was when he reached the very beginning of his history that he grew hesitant. The only people who knew the true full story, every single detail of what made him into the person he is now, were Vega, Khan Maykr, King Novik, and the Wraiths.
And the only reason why they knew is because he trusted them, not at first of course but after countless years, at this point centuries, of having fought beside them and they supporting him in his mission, he had no reason to doubt they were on his side. But now he had to make a rather serious decision, did he trust Lucifer and by extension his family and most of the demons in his Hell with this information, and if he did would there be any drawbacks letting it be known?
"If I may, I'd like to share my opinion on the matter." Vega said, earning a nod of approval from him, "I understand why you are hesitant to be fully transparent with them, even after proving several times they are willing to cooperate, there is still a high probability that they could betray us, but at the same time they have not stood in your way too often when you sought to personally resolve a situation, and any times they did it was for the sake of our shared goal, or because someone close to them was the target of your aggression, but considering that Lucifer has been forthcoming with us, and a person such as miss Killjoy was able to see the error of her actions, I do think this is a risk worth taking, but of course the decision is ultimately up to you." He stated.
Crossing his arms and closing his eyes so he could focus on his thoughts, the Slayer did agree that at the very least, Lucifer and most of the people they had met so far were willing to change, or at least try to. Then there was the added fact that looking passed Lucifer and his kin, and a few others that lived in his circle, nearly every soul that was there was human, merely turned into a demon as punishment for their actions when they were alive. So even if this wasn't the right decision, if it could somehow comeback to bite them later, at the end of it all the only beings in the entirety of that circle that could pose somewhat of a threat, came down to Lucifer, his family, and a few of the natural born Hellspawn that they were aware of. This is why with one final sigh from his nostrils the Slayer would give the go ahead, allowing the full story of his past to be included in the documentary, even though it would of course need to be somewhat summarized for the sake of time.