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Lucifer wasn't in good shape. The various injuries he'd earned himself since coming to Adstringendum were building up fast, and his normal better-than-Wolverine metabolism could no longer heal them up. Jinx had helped by calling Raphael, after he'd fought Michael. Sonja had helped, donating her blood to his cause. But she was no Red Cross, and even Raphael could only do so much to help a vessel that was always on the verge of combusting.
Allen probably couldn't do much to help, either. Eventually, Lucifer was sure he'd run out every vessel but Sam, and then where would he be? Up shit creek without a paddle. But he had to buy time, and so he had told Allen he'd meet him at Tyki's old bar. And there he waited, bleeding a little out of a fresh cut on his hand. At least the others were holding shut...for now.
Allen probably couldn't do much to help, either. Eventually, Lucifer was sure he'd run out every vessel but Sam, and then where would he be? Up shit creek without a paddle. But he had to buy time, and so he had told Allen he'd meet him at Tyki's old bar. And there he waited, bleeding a little out of a fresh cut on his hand. At least the others were holding shut...for now.