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Lucas snorted gently, shrugging his shoulders. "I was not some beatific deity, Bastien. The Devil serves those who serves themselves. The fact that you followed your own path instead of the one dictated to you aligned you more to me than to any god, especially the Big Guy Upstairs." Besides which, he had been from a time far beyond that where Bastien had come from. Not that he really wanted to go into that - it would hurt both of their heads. "Real as you or I." He nodded in confirmation. "Though mightily inflated out of proportion, if you ask me." Especially God. "Your coming here and ascending must feel positively godlike, huh." He smirked. LUCAS making work for idle hands