Are the three views of the profilers okay? [Comprehensive Yingmei]

The last time Lucifer sang, things didn't end so well.

Michael was about to stand up and stop him almost immediately, but Lucifer knew his older brother too well. Lucifer just "coincidentally" turned his head, met Michael's gaze, and shook his head slightly.

This shows that he has a sense of proportion.

Michael actually didn't believe that Lucifer could grasp the "property", he hugged Adam tighter.

You must know that when choosing weapons, Michael chose the sword, and Lucifer chose the language.Unfortunately, the power of words also includes singing.And Michael didn't want to know what Lucifer's singing would be like without the protection of the morning star.

"Let's go," Gabriel whispered to Crowley, seeing that Lucifer had made up his mind, and dragged the latter out of the bar.

Lucifer rejected the microphone handed over by others, and said with a smile: "Don't you want to hear the angel's singing?"

Raphael hung his head in pain, he knew all too well what that mischievous smile on Lucifer's face meant - no luck.

"But, Luci…" Sam reached out to stop his partner's impulse.Every time Sam got excited and sang in the bar, Lucifer just looked at him with a smile and refused to join.

This unusual insistence made him feel that if Lucifer opened his mouth to sing, something unpleasant would happen.

"Shh, Sammy, it's okay." Lucifer interrupted Sam and insisted, "Don't you want to hear me sing?" Usually, when Lucifer speaks in this laughing voice, it means something There is no discussion.

"...Don't kill people." Sam could only whisper, get out of the way.

He still had to trust that Lucifer wouldn't do something too drastic in their shelter.

"I'll bet you a golden violin for your soul, because I'm much stronger than you." Lucifer hummed the tune of "The Devil Went Down to Georgia" softly, but started laughing without warning, as if he was about to gasp. Out of breath laughter.

"You have to know one thing—" He suddenly stopped, and said thoughtfully, "I don't play the violin, even if I play the violin, the devil will never lose."

Arrogant, never bow to anyone.No one can make him yield. Sam looked at Lucifer like this, not realizing that the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

"It's a pity that you can't hear my [real] voice." Lucifer shrugged, but there was no trace of regret in his voice.

When Lucifer sat down in front of the piano, pressed the keys with one hand, and knocked out a familiar and simple melody, everyone's eyes widened in surprise.

Hark the Herald Angels sing.One of the most famous Christmas songs, it tells the scene of angels singing in unison at the birth of the Son of Jesus.

It's so out of tune with Lux's atmosphere to the extreme.

But when Lucifer finally spoke and sang the first note, no one could say it wasn't appropriate for any occasion.

The soft, soul-stirring singing made even the air tremble.

But everything seemed to be out of control. The mocking smile on Lucifer's mouth became more and more exaggerated when he sang the glory of the Son, until the temperature in the room slowly dropped to freezing point, but no one was bothered to pay attention to the flickering lights and abnormal temperature.

Sam felt as if he had completely lost himself in the singing and only hoped never to wake up.Maybe that's what Lucifer's soul was like, something he'd never really seen, ice-blue danger buried in pure white.

Frost began to spread down from Lucifer's hand lightly resting on the edge of the piano, holding the wine glass, and silently climbed to the outer wall of the bar, sticking his head out through the crack in the door.

Lucifer still didn't have the slightest intention to stop, his voice was deeper, but sometimes it seemed to contain some deeper timbres that humans could not hear.His real voice was leaking through tiny cracks.

"Enough, Lucifer, stop!" Michael finally couldn't bear his brother's aimless venting, let go of Adam who was shivering in the too cold temperature, and stood up.

His voice was like a sharp sword, cutting through Lucifer's deepening singing, breaking the spell.Everyone in the bar woke up from the illusion woven by the singing of the fallen angels in a daze, and looked up at the devil on the stage in panic.

Lucifer put the wine glass in his hand on the piano lid, the crisp sound of the glass knocking was like a switch, and the temperature in the bar suddenly warmed up.As if someone removed a big stone pressing on his chest, Sam regained his disordered breathing rhythm.

"I'm very sorry, I think Lux is closing early tonight," Lucifer said softly, but noticeable enough in the absolute silence of the bar.

There is no objection.Everyone just walked out without a word, not even whispering.

I don't know who was the first to exclaim when they walked out of the bar door.

The last flakes of out-of-season snow were falling from the sky around the bar.A thin layer of white snow had already accumulated on the ground, but it didn't melt immediately even under the not-so-low temperature.

"It's like fire," Decker murmured, getting the approval of everyone around him.

Yes, like a cold, neither hell nor heavenly fire, burning around the Lux, enveloping the bar at its centre.

"What's that?" Inside the bar, the lights stabilized again. Dean shook his head and took a swig of whiskey, trying to get the notion that Lucifer sang beautifully out of his mind. Castiel looked at his human with concern, not sure if Lucifer's singing would have any side effects on Dean.

Michael didn't care about other things, helped up Adam who was too close to Lucifer's stage and was still a little dizzy, and left, followed by Raphael.

Castiel also wanted to leave with Dean, but Lucifer said coldly: "Dean Winchester, we need to talk."

"I think you all need some time..." Sam looked at his partner with concern.

He realized that Lucifer's emotions had gone through the incident just now, instead of calming down, he became even more irritable and out of control.

"It's now, or never." Lucifer insisted, squinting at Dean, "I think there's something small between us that we need to talk about honestly."

"Oh, so why am I sitting down with Satan?" Dean slammed down his glass, as if 'Cass, let's go' was the next moment.

But he didn't do it.

"Because you understand that what we are like now, or your unilateral prejudice against me, has caused a lot of trouble to Sammy." Lucifer smiled coldly, "Or you still think that I [killed] you Sammy, and let the glory of any angel take over his body?"

Dean clenched his fists until his knuckles were white from the pinch.He nodded reassuringly to the worried Castiel and Sam, indicating that he agreed to the request for peace talks.

Lucifer led the hunter up the stairs, and along the way he solved a few magic circles left over from the last time he practiced Enoch's magic with Sam.

Dean watched in amazement as Lucifer burned the angelic runes painted in blood on the black masonry spiral staircase with glory: "You scribbled runes in your lair?"

Oh, so Sammy didn't tell Big Brother that he was learning Enoch's magic? Lucifer curled his lips indifferently: "It's just teaching students."

"Who would learn from Satan..." Dean's sarcasm got stuck halfway, and he suddenly realized that the only person who could be Lucifer's apprentice was Sam.

Lucifer shrugged, stopped at the top step of the stairs, sat on the railing in a dangerous posture that could fall at any time, and swayed his legs, patting the place beside him, motioning for Dean to sit down too.

"No, thank you, I want to live a few more days." Dean muttered, choosing to stand still, "Then what do you want to talk to me about?"

"I have no intention of starting an endless row, Winchester," Lucifer said. "Then let's settle this once and for all - about Samael, or Sam, whatever you want to call him."

Dean hated that formulaic tone more than anything, and he had to admit Lucifer, sane, looked more like those bastard angels in heaven than ever before.

"Sam's doing fine now, damn it, he's an angel, an angel in love with the devil, what should I worry about?" Dean said grimly.

The next second, Lucifer had already moved closer to him threateningly, grabbing his collar with one hand, and Dean could even feel Satan's icy breath.For a split second, Lucifer really wanted to kill Dean.

"You know what I'm talking about, don't play dumb," Lucifer hissed menacingly, "About Sam—my mate, your brother."

"Then answer me, bastard, what did you do to Sammy?" Dean, with courage from nowhere, pushed Lucifer away and watched Lucifer hit the railing, but still with gray-blue expressionless eyes look back.

"You don't know?" Lucifer's anger faded almost immediately, he tilted his head to look at the human in front of him, and repeated in disappointment after confirming his thoughts, "So you really don't know."

Dean was fed up with being the last to know everything.The last one to know that Sam and Lucifer are partners, the last one to know that Sam decided to live with Lucifer...

What is he missing now?

"Explain." Hell, he didn't care who he was ordering!Even the devil [can't] just ignore the fact that he is Sammy's brother!

"To put it simply, I gave my name and title to Sam." Lucifer ignored Dean's defensive gesture, put his fingers together and tapped his forehead, "Perhaps it would be easier if you could see the facts directly understand."

Dean blinked, not realizing at first what Lucifer's touch was doing to him.

Until he saw a pair of huge, black as night, with ice-blue flame burn marks drooping obediently from Lucifer's back, the tips of the feathers almost touching the ground.

"That's your wing?" Dean murmured, "Why show me this?"

"Because over a year ago, if you had seen my wings, that would not have been the reaction." What was in Lucifer's voice?Sadness or something else… Dean couldn't tell.

"A year ago, if you had seen my wings, they would have been white and shone with the most sacred light in the world, Winchester." Lucifer said coldly, "Just one look is enough to turn an unresolute person into the most fanatical." believer."

Then why now...? Dean didn't even need to ask the question to guess the answer.

"I gave my name to Sammy because he deserves the best and the brightest."

Dean said nothing more.Maybe Sam and Lucifer...they weren't as bad as he thought.Maybe Lucifer meant it.

Maybe he should try to trust again.

As the two of them descended the stairs in silence, Sam looked up curiously and anxiously, but got a slight nod from Dean and Lucifer as reassurance.

"What did you tell him?" Sam asked his partner curiously. "Dean is not easy to convince."

"No, I just showed him something." Lucifer replied flatly.

I just showed him my love for you, Sammy.

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"Why did you pick that song just now?" Sam lay on the deck chair on the roof, looking curiously at Lucifer who was lazily leaning against the railing and looking down.

He'd thought Lucifer would pick something more… rebellious, like "The Devil Within" or something.

"Come on, Sammy, I'm not interested in singing that song." Habitually reading Sam's soul, Lucifer answered the other person's unspoken question, "That doesn't fit at all, I'm not sitting on someone The kind of devil that whispers into his ear with his shoulder."

Sam smiled, deciding not to remind Lucifer how much he babbled.

Uncharacteristically, Lucifer didn't respond to Sam's comment, but turned his head and continued to look down at the night lights of Los Angeles.

"You don't understand." After a long time, the fallen angel said softly, "What kind of existence is singing to an angel."

"I'm an angel now too, aren't I?" Sam frowned, not sure what Lucifer meant.Perhaps Lucifer never really treated Sam as an "angel". In his heart, Sam will always be the human being who needs his protection.

Lucifer just shook his head, still facing Sam sideways, his face hidden in the shadow of the eaves, obscure.

Sam felt that Lucifer's behavior was too abnormal, and he even became a little worried and irritated: "Then explain it to me."

"Singing is for us...for them, it's [alive], it's being, it's breathing." Lucifer sounded depressed, "That day, I don't understand why, for the birth of a human being, all the angels in heaven Let's all sing together."

Sam wasn't quite sure if he should ask that question, but even if he didn't say it, Lucifer knew right away what he was struggling with.

"Yeah, I'm already in hell, it was a [special] day. I guess dad wanted me to see what I did wrong." Lucifer shrugged, "I could hear it even in the cage. But I didn't... You know, a cage is not a good place for a concert."

So this is the first time in how many years he has spoken? Sam suddenly felt a little sad, not to mention that Lucifer was in the world and couldn't use his real voice. Castiel has described how being chained in a vessel is terrible for an angel.

Sam doesn't think so, but maybe it's because he's using his own body now.But what about Lucifer?He can only be trapped in this body that limits his glory, like being chained in a prison cell.

Occasionally when Lucifer's mood is unstable, Sam can feel the extreme tyranny and mania in Lucifer's heart. Sam couldn't imagine how crazy he'd be if he had to live this life 24 hours a day, seven days a week.

"I want to hear your real voice, Luci." Maybe he's crazy now, who knows?But such a request slipped out of Sam's lips inadvertently.

Lucifer looked down at the ground that was covered with a thin layer of white snow out of season. Even on a high-rise building with dozens of floors, one could see that the perfect circle around the bar was covered with white, as precise as someone using a compass The hooked shape is particularly eye-catching: "Are you sure? It turns out that my singing is not a good idea."

"But what if we were together?" Sam invited. "If we were together, theoretically, 'Morning Star' would be singing again."

Lucifer raised an eyebrow in surprise, but Sam clearly saw the not-so-well-hidden gratitude twinkling in the other's eyes.