Slowly he came to, the scent of burning Holy Oil strong in his nostrils. He blinked slowly & the run-down walls of the Elysian Fields Hotel came into view. On the other side of flames that is.
He sat up & ran a shaking hand through his hair. Looking around him he saw not only an overly-large ring of Holy Fire, but a set of wings scorched into the floor. So his ruse had worked, sort of. Perhaps Lucifer hadn’t been one hundred percent sure of his death…? He must have thought trapping his Vessel in Holy Oil was wise, just in case…?
No matter the case, he was well & truly trapped. The Hoy Oil prevented him from doing anything.
“Hello…? C'mon, Luce…? Can’t we talk about this? You’ve clearly got the upper hand…” He called out, his eyes darting from place to place in the run-down room. He didn’t want Lucifer to totally get the jump on him. If he was even still around. Dad knew how long he’d been out.