[He would like to think the jostling did nothing to him. He's Lucifer. He's not weak. He was better than this. He's nearly snarling, going to snap because how dare--and embarrassingly his power doesn't answer him.
That's--
Right.
That stuffy High Mage said he'd experience a block.
Well this was fantastic.
Fine. Fine. What was the man spouting? Something about clothing? Honestly the conjured clothing was far better than the rumpled, blood-stained clothing Lucifer had previously.
He settles himself and his anger warps into a grin, his voice syrupy.] Of course you're not. You're more than whatever they've tagged you as.
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That's--
Right.
That stuffy High Mage said he'd experience a block.
Well this was fantastic.
Fine. Fine. What was the man spouting? Something about clothing? Honestly the conjured clothing was far better than the rumpled, blood-stained clothing Lucifer had previously.
He settles himself and his anger warps into a grin, his voice syrupy.] Of course you're not. You're more than whatever they've tagged you as.