It was highly immature and stubborn-minded of Lucifer to keep shutting down any attempts Atlas made at trying to talk him out of leaving the human world and Jayce, now that Lucifer was showing signs of becoming a mortal.
Lucifer was packing for his trip. A grand soul-collecting tour, wherein he'd take it upon his own hands to wrap up some deals Hell had made with humans whose times on Earth were up.
Atlas, after unsuccessfully getting Lucifer to answer another one of their questions about whether Jayce even mentioned anything about his feelings for Lucifer, cursed under his breath. "Holy f**k. Why is it so hard to get things through your thick skull recently?"
Lucifer zipped up his suitcase, not bothering to acknowledge Atlas' (rhetorical) question, nor did he bother to look at the demo
