He crouched down next to Lucifer, for his form, though incorporeal, was not ambiguous. It was the shape of a man. Although Lucifer stubbornly held onto his pride, would not accept humanity above his Father, he stayed below God - although neither counted it as a bow to a human.

"You created demons to show me how ugly humans could be." A humanoid hand reached out and pulled his attention, much as a hand gripped a chin and turns a head to behold.

He did not offer His Grace to either chide and forgive or calm and comfort Lucifer. Lucifer was thankful for this, as it was in his very being to to love God, and he would not have been able to deny or ignore it. He was not sure whether he wanted to or not, but it would have been a betrayal if God had taken advantage of this. It was as a parent tickling a child who was upset with them - cheating a smile out when no smiles were ready to be given. When no forgiveness was ready to be given. He loved his Father, yes, but at the moment he didn't like Him very much.

Calmly, He continued, "But you have yet to accept their potential, to see how beautiful humanity may be."

Whatever lesson that was meant to be instilled failed.

Lucifer mourned for his brothers and sisters, and the love they had given up and the love they were denied.