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He stalks this sad little town, gathering information, finding out the lay out of the land. He knows what Scratch knows, obviously, but it seems that the warlock has bothered himself, mostly, with paltry things since arriving - mortals and plays. He does know a lot about Sabrina Spellman, and these are things that Lucifer files away, lest they be useful, later. He picks through Scratch's brain, discarding things that aren't helpful.

He does enjoy coffee, though. At least mortals have done one small thing of note.

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In the privacy of Nick Scratch's apartment, Lucifer rifles through the detritus of Scratch's life. He picks through the contents of his wallet, flips through the photographs and videos saved to the sleek phone that he finds in the pocket of Scratch's jeans. He finds that he can't look at Sabrina Spellman's face without an all consuming rage bubbling in his guts; he imagines that it will receed when he puts her in her rightful place, crowned and obedient, whether she likes it or not.

But first there's some fun to be had here, burning down the lives that these children have made for themselves. Why should Sabrina think that she can defy him, seek to imprison him like a common demon, and get away without punishment?

He'll make them all suffer before he's done.