‘ so rude to your mother. ‘ now, the term mother doesn’t mean the woman who gave birth to his vessel, or whomever he considered his mother. and at this point, lilith wasn’t even a specific demon’s mother — they bloomed and blossomed like wildflowers, born here, there, and everywhere. she holds her hands out to show she is unarmed. ‘ you ought to be nicer. ‘
‘— yeah, wrong demon for that.’ he wasn’t nice to anyone. when he was, it was due to the fact he wanted something, and nothing else. a reason to why his arms were folded firmly across his chest with a grunt. ‘sorry to disappoint you,’ the last word was said sarcastically, ’mom,’ and an eye roll followed suit.