"Bravo, Slade. A magnificent performance." Lucifer slowly crossed one leg over the other and applauded, a malicious smile on his face as Hellfire burned in his eyes. "Even I have never seen hundreds of thousands of people vomiting at once. This... is magnificent."
The King of Hell had not vomited. Though all the many demons he had brought, aside from Maze, had thrown up, including Lord of the Flies Beelzebub.
Yet Lucifer himself remained perfectly fine. He could even sit elegantly at the neighboring Round Table, smoking as he continued speaking with Deathstroke.
As the first light in the world and the embodiment of all evil in this world, disgust was naturally right in Lucifer's wheelhouse. He even enjoyed all sorts of games ordinary people could not endure. The more disgusting they were, the more entertaining he found them.
Clearly, he also quite appreciated the background music of Pigsy Carries His Wife, nodding his head along to the rhythm.
"Thank you for the compliment, former Lord Satan, but you should probably lift your feet. The vomit tsunami is coming, and you wouldn't want your handmade Italian leather shoes soaking in it." Su Ming smiled as he floated upward. With the Force, he could lift everyone at his table who needed help, chairs and all.
Calling it a tsunami was somewhat exaggerated, but the surging flood mixed with the vomit of hundreds of thousands of people was still enough to wash over someone's calves.
China had a saying: "Even a mouthful of spit from each person could drown someone." Su Ming guessed this was probably a simple demonstration of that saying.
"Oh, thank you." Lucifer elegantly tucked his legs onto his chair, his face still wearing that wicked smile. "But I'm curious. You turned your cousin's wedding into this. How do