- [ ] After the finale, Vox's 'the might of Lilith' machine was destroyed.Unfortunately, it affected Lucifer who was in the machine too.Vox trapped Lucifer by leading him into the machine. He used Lucifer's power to destroy both heaven and hell.Lucifer was electrocuted while being used as a power source, he was getting drained like a battery.Lucifer struggled to get out of the machine as it had been destroyed, his six with Lucifer staggered, clutching his side, leaving a thin trail of blood behind. His pain might as well have been invisible.The ache in his ribs pulsed with every breath, but what hurt more was the silence. No cries of concern, no outstretched hands—just a hollow space where comfort should have been. It was as if the world had collectively decided he wasn't worth the effort.Here are a few ways to describe a seraphim with all six wings broken, depending on the tone you want:Tragic and poeticThe seraphim knelt in the dust, six ruined wings hanging behind him like wilted petals. Feathers that once gleamed like starlight now lay scattered and dull, drifting to the ground with every trembling breath. Each wing bent at impossible angles, as if heaven itself had turned its back on him. He looked less like a divine being and more like a fallen constellation.His wings, once symbols of grace, now sagged in painful disarray. Each of the six was bent, crumpled, or torn, their feathers frayed like overhandled parchment. He tried to lift them, even slightly, but they responded only with a shudder of pain. The soft rustle they made was no longer angelic—it was the sound of something sacred breaking.Bones jutted through mangled feathers. Gold blood pouring out of his body.He coughed out a sob for help, but nobody came.Lucifer laid on the concrete, its chill sinking straight into his bones. His six broken wings sprawled around him in painful angles, feathers crushed against the rough surface. Every breath sent a tremor through the fractures, but he didn’t try to move anymore.A single feather drifted down and landed beside his cheek, its glow fading against the dull grey. - [ ] The city lights above blurred as his eyes welled, and with a shaky exhale, he let the truth settle over him like a final blanket.Until a shadow cast over his body.His eyelids fluttered, struggling to lift. When they finally opened, hazy at first, the blur sharpened into the shape of someone standing over him.The radio demon was standing over him with that same old grin."My, my your Majesty, I never thought I'd see the day you would get hurt."Alastor snickered, gently tossing Lucifer over his shoulder.(Au? Lucifer gets hurt more than the original. Your Lucifer.)