bro you fucking shot me

"Reanimation fluid, I think the technical term is. From the little I've gleaned from watching and listening to those here." Lucas wrinkled his nose, wondering whether he ought to put pressure on the wound before pausing with his hand halfway there. It was as if his awareness of his own body had suddenly taken over, advising him of what was damaged and in need of repair and whether or not he ought to remove the foreign object lodged in his shoulder. He decided against it, dropping his arm back to his side. The bleeding was already beginning to stop, anyway. "Apparently not," he murmured about his lack of pain. "Or pleasure - but I already knew about that one. Hm? My deal?" Lucas glanced up, wondering what elaborate lie he could use this time to wrap around the nature of becoming an Ascended, before he eventually just... decided the truth was just as crazy. "I was the Devil, once. In a place that was much nicer than this one. But for reasons I neither need or want to relay to you, I've been pulled here. Except there weren't any Devil prototypes lying around, apparently, so I've become this instead. Ascended, they call it. I'm still learning about it myself." LUCAS don't you know there ain't no devil it's just god when he's drunk