If there was one thing the previous night had made clear, it was that Lucifer had a choice: he could continue to voluntarily let a raccoon and his brother, respectively, stop him from working off a few millennia of sexual frustration, or he could go out and physically drag himself out of this rut.
( In which Lucifer utterly fails to get his groove back. )
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( In which Lucifer utterly fails to get his groove back. )
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