[ a. you can find lucifel lying down somewhere, with some sort of talisman in his hand. he doesn't, like. seem to be awake. or breathing. or alive. hm. ]

[ b. alternatively, you can find him awake and breathing, talisman stuck directly on his forehead and blocking some of his vision, but, uhhhh

to put it delicately, he's in pieces. there's his torso there, his head over here, his hands and knees and feet and legs and elbows and arms separated for the most part, only connected by the threads on the ground that have been clearly pulled apart.

they're all slowly starting to pull together, fingers dragging pieces in place, but ]

Ah! Excuse me! Excuse me, could I trouble you for a hand, please?