The little girl in the gothic dress stood in the center of the massive courtyard.
Vexia scoffed loudly, crossing her arms over her crimson silk dress. The Sanguine Princess hovered closer, glaring down at the child. "An investment? What could you possibly need investing in? You're a god. And you look like you need a juice box, not an army."
Morrigan didn't look at the vampire. Her empty, swirling gray eyes remained fixed entirely on Lucifer.
*"The blood-drinker is loud,"* Morrigan's voice echoed directly into Lucifer's mind, carrying a dull, apathetic tone. *"But she is right. I am a god. And I have nothing."*
The little girl reached out again. This time, she didn't touch Lucifer's armor. She grabbed his bare left hand with both of her tiny, freezing pale hands.
The moment she made skin-to-skin contact, Lucifer's system interface didn't just flash. It violently erupted. The dark, starry sky above the courtyard seemed to dim, pulling inward toward the small child.
