"What part of telling everyone he was unkillable wasn't clear?" he snaps. Sure they all, Lucifer included, hoped that the Singularity being involved might change things, but that's all it was: hope. Futile prayer, as prayer always was. "He's a demon now," whether or not Dean actually died and then became a demon or he just was melodramatic and decided becoming a demon was the equivalent of dying, Lucifer was uncertain, "which is truly fascinating, but cutting out the last sliver of his humanity that may've had a chance of holding him together."

He'd still made that offer to Dean, as though maybe there was someway for him to come out of this, with Abraxas' resources.

Foolish, really. He never would've made it if he was out of the Cage during the original Mark incident, and maybe that's just because he never had to really confront that mirror and so staggeringly accept it.

"Castiel couldn't keep someone safe from a slug," he says, continuing in the same snapped-tone. "And Dean very much wants to carve his wings up--I've already informed him, you're welcome." He steps away from Istredd to put his back to a wall, needing the hard surface against his spine, arms crossed. "Dean found me in the Horizon," he says. "It went swimmingly.