Most of his essence was well and truly stuck in a cage. Yet some of Lucifer's essence had escaped into Sam Tenaz last night. After the boy had expelled him, he felt drawn back toward the cage, to his self. Still, he was stubborn. He held out. And he found his way into his throne room, where enough of him was imbued into everything that made up this place that he managed to manifest.

Not quite, of course, only just. He was the Morningstar, he was an angel once. Born of fire and it was fire that showed his outline now, standing before the throne of Hell. Looking right at the so called King.

"Ugh. You look awful up there."