[And then Lucifer is gone from the scroll and right in front of Flare. Little announces its entrance; she's simply there, her face close to Flare's, snarling. The fact that 'Hikaru's' body is a bit shorter than Flare's, forcing Lucifer to look up, doesn't matter to it.

Doesn't really quell how boiling its rage is.]

You. Know nothing. Of which you speak. Nothing, of the war that has preceded this.

You, as always, assume, and then act as if your assumptions are objective facts. Do you believe I intended to return in this pathetic form. Had expected that, when given the chance to chose their destinies, mortals would chose to end all life and send it screaming into the void? To have fought against it, and for it to have been nothing, for all the potential they had shown to be nothing, because of the actions of one who had inherited his title?

[She doesn't say who the "his" is. She feels, and hopes, there is no need to.]

I will not see another world be annihilated because of the possible faults of mortals.

[Lucifer doesn't notice it, but it's voice changes with that last sentence. Her voice stops reverberating.

And becomes more mechanical. Like a machine that hadn't paid attention to certain programming for a long time, only for the code to resurface. Code that was slightly twisted and corrupted, but still there.]