Lucifer slid his hands into his pockets. Well, well. Newcomers, all of them, some of them with that wonderfully dazed expression of a kitty who'd just been dropped into a shark tank. Not all of them would swim, of course. And even those who did... well. It was just the law of any universe (Yahweh's or any other) that even those who did swim weren't promised long life.

"...hm," the first of the fallen hadn't bothered to extend any of his senses. He trusted his eyes and ears well enough these days. They had been enough to point out Duma and well enough to have served him when he had been setting up the Lux.

Power came with a price, as always, and Lucifer was attempting to side step this rule, these days.