"Faith?"
Listening to Scathach, Lucifer looked Bucky over again as he lay on the floor. This time, Her Majesty the Queen of Hell truly frowned.
Scathach asked, "You can't see it in your current state?"
Lucifer could only shake her head helplessly. "Although I haven't lost any of my memories or knowledge, my body is no different from an ordinary human's now. Not only do I have bodily needs, I get hungry too. But what's even more absurd is that my blood still contains power."
"What an incredible means of confinement." Scathach shook her head helplessly as well. "It must have completely separated your mind from your power, yet blended them into a single, independent entity."
This was Lucifer, one of Hell's highest-ranking sovereigns outside the Abyss, and yet she had been so easily...
Lucifer fell silent for a moment—she could explain virtually everything in this world, but she probably still could not explain the truth behind the power imprisoning her.
She could not, and He probably could not either.
Perhaps He knew a little more. Otherwise, back then, He would never have...
"What are you thinking about?" Scathach's gaze suddenly sharpened. "Or have you realized something?"
"Just remembering a few things from the past. Nothing much..." Lucifer said calmly. "Let's get back to this fellow. Scathach, what do you make of him?"
As a summoned spirit, Scathach was often unable to defy her summoner's will—of course, history had seen cases of summoned spirits successfully rebelling against their summoners, but those were merely the results of presumptuous summoners taking shortcuts and calling forth spirits far beyond their own rank.
As for Lucifer... this Queen of Hell ranked somewhat higher than Scathach herself.
"Look at these."
Scathach promptly followed Lucifer's lead and lifted Bucky's arm. "I examined him carefully on the