"Lazar?" Lucifer said the name as if he had barely ever remembered it until this moment, sounding confused more than anything. He focused on what did spring to mind, shaking his head. "Oh, Gadreel, my sweet, pure love. That's a nasty creation, I'll admit. You're not going to like him."

Poor Raphael. Lucifer tapped his foot and gestured. "Let the puppy up. He's done well. Come here, puppy." He tapped his foot again. "You've been good, maybe you deserve a treat."