This was the first time Lucifer would do something like this—and Lucifer has lived a very long life. Too long, in fact, for him to still be having firsts.
Atlas certainly didn't think this was a good idea. "Nothing like this has ever been done before. You're going to fail."
"This not being done by anyone else before means nobody knows for sure whether it will fail."
They were in the courtyard currently vacant from other demons. Atlas was leaning against the wall, watching as Lucifer cut the sigils he had created onto his forearms—the first few layers giving way for the blade, blood coming out and dropping to the courtyard's floor, coating his skin with red. His slowly-becoming-human body allowed the cuts to not heal instantly, meaning the power Lucifer could put into this would be muc
