He'd been walking uncounted miles now, deciding to follow the streets before him and what little glimpses he may catch of an angelic presence. He was pretty certain now that Alexiel was hiding from him. Normally he'd leave her alone if she wanted to be, but in addition, he also had a faint feeling that she wasn't feeling too well, and now that the Creator was no more, her well-being had become his utmost priority.

A new feeling entered his consciousness quite suddenly, a sense of familiarity that was almost overwhelming, almost, for there was nothing that could affect he who ruled all things evil quite so strongly. Not that Lucifer was ultimate evil anymore, not that he had ever been. He merely fancied making fun of that status that had been appointed to him against his own will - to cover up the bitterness that he'd first known in that moment. Alexiel had been right. She always was, at least in all things concerning him.

Now this new feeling was certainly interesting. Upon humans, the influence could have inflicted something like... the word was on his tongue. Despair. He turned his head in the direction where the odd presence originated and found there a Café, obviously going by the name of "Ersesat".

And, ah, of course, why was it he hadn't noticed the other presence before, the one that was so infinitely familiar to him - far more than he liked? Had his senses become less astute after all? He'd have to be wary.

But there it was, incarnation of all things rotten and base, given by God the oddly fitting name of "Worthless" - Belial.