The beautiful angel fell silent for a moment. A Little Flower appeared in his palm, and after toying with it a few times, he shook his head and said:
"Your proposal is far too tempting. You're even better at making deals than the oldest devils. I'd love nothing more than to kill that old bastard, and with your help, I might truly be able to do it. But unfortunately, now isn't the right time. Dealing with Pralaya is the top priority."
Lucifer, who so often tempted others, was rather good at resisting temptation himself. Of course, perhaps it was simply because he did not actually want God dead.
After all, all the proud man had ever wanted was freedom, and now that he had it, he had long since settled into the life of a lazy couch potato.
As for killing the old bird and taking his perch, he truly had not considered it in the past thousand years.
And when he said he "couldn't wait to kill that old bastard," surely no one actually believed that Lucifer had stopped being a demon just because he had traded his appearance for a pair of cute wings?
When Satan spoke, believing even half of it was already giving him plenty of credit.
After politely declining Deathstroke's invitation, Lucifer looked over at the Endless gathered around the table, indicating that they would still have to find a solution through them.
As for Su Ming's talk of killing God's other six avatars, that had merely been a way to test Lucifer's attitude. Wasn't the reason he had come here to persuade the Endless to take him to see Mother Night?
So he lit a cigarette, glanced around at those present, and then fixed his gaze on Dream, who kept bobbing his head like