"Things are moving, brother," Amenadiel said. Lucifer could hear the frown and he hated it. "I was sure you must have done so on purpose. It is time, isn't it? For you to ascend to the throne?"

"It's not--" Lucifer spluttered. "Oh, I--"

He thrust the phone at Duke. "You talk some sense into him! I'm clearly not yet prepared!"

Luce. It had been years.