Tsunami blasts away the other angels by pressing his palm against the anti angel blood sigil and closes his eyes so that they don't get burnt out by the powerful light. He exhales, drops to the floor, grabbing his wounded arm. He looks around, his vision blurry, as he passes out on the floor right there under the big window.
3 HOURS LATER
He slowly comes back from the temporary coma, rubbing his head as he opens his eyes. His vision taking a bit of time to adjust, he's so confused on where he is and what time it is.
He notices the wound on his arm is gone, and that he is resting on his bed. Fuck, what is this? His clothes are clean, he feels fresh, not covered in angel blood and grace anymore. He doesn't even remember how his plan went, good, bad..? Did he manage to free Lucifer?
His question is very quickly answered. A dark figure shows up at the door, peeking at Tsunami. "Welcome back, I thought you were dead at one point."
It was Lucifer. Tsunami sits up, his back against the headboard.
-"Miss me?"
-"Lucifer.. Fuck. Did I manage-
Lucifer cuts him off right there.
-"Yes. As you can see, I'm here, alive, you're here, alive.. How could this possibly be a fail?"
He laughs a bit.
"Tsunami.. I didn't expect for you to come get me."
"What else was I supposed to do? Let them kill you? You were weak, you had barely any grace left."
Lucifer almost hisses at the word "weak" being used to describe him. Good to know that even without his grace, his big ego stayed.
"Ugh, embarassing..."
Tsunami smiles and stops for a moment.
"Did you shower me??"
"Well, with the snap of my fingers, yeah. I didn't actually touch you. Even the Devil asks for consent."
"Hm. How are you feeling?"
"Me? Tsunami am I not the one that should be asking these questions?"
"I'm fine. I meant.. Your grace."
"That.. Well. It's low. I am almost human. I can't even spread my damn wings out."
Tsunami looks up and down on Lucifer.
"Why would you use the little of your grace you had left, to heal my wounds instead of yours?"
Lucifer pauses, looking into Tsunami's eyes.
"Don't flatter yourself, I just... Felt like it."
He rolls his eyes. Tsunami's laugh escapes him, he covers his mouth and looks down.
"Okay. Lie down, I'll... I have something for you."
Lucifer raises an eyebrow but plays along, sitting down onto the bed. Tsunami takes his jacket and reaches into a pocket, taking out 3 bottles of Angel grace he milked from the opponents before killing them and blasting them away. Lucifer's eyes would glisten red if they could, instead there is just a slight red undertone, proof of how weak he is right now.
"Tsunami, you didn't."
"Shut up."
Tsunami walks closer, taking his pocket knife and gently holding Lucifer's hair, pulling up so that his neck is exposed.
"Relax.."
He makes a gentle cut across his neck, as he holds the bottle opened right below the slit. Lucifer softly hisses, as his body starts taking in the grace. The white mist gets absorbed fast, soon the third bottle was emptied. His eyes glow a strong red, as he flexes his wings behind him.
"We are so back."
Lucifer says, his eyes darting up to meet Tsunami's.
"Better..?"
