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Lucifer was out of spoons, as the human saying goes. The previous day, and into the night and morning, was nothing but discussions and eventually full blown arguments in council. The discussion about the defecting angels, who would be arriving sometime in the near future, was still causing uproar among the general population of the fallen. When they had started questioning Lucifer's mate things had boiled over and they had come to blows on the steps before his throne. The accusations of being a traitor were too much questioning of his authority and kingship. He tore into them and put them in their place.

After all the commotion, too many decisions that were stressfully important had taken up the last near 48 hours. He couldn't make anymore choices. He had no mind for it. He had returned to the villa and all but ripped off the official clothing of his kingship. Despite everything, or maybe because of it, the androgynous aspects of his person were where he was finding comfort. It left him male bodied and in a semi-feminine tunic that came to the knees. Light fabric that was nearly sheer as his mind felt at this point.

He headed out into the garden where he sat against the willow tree, feet dangling in the cool pond. There were things to do here in the Nexus too, but right now he had no mind for them, no mind for any choices.