With a Borrowed Sword

Flattery makes friends and truth makes enemies.

When the fate of all rests in your hands, what goes on the other side of the scale?

Lucifer didn't understand. The weapon he wielded shouldn't be in his hand. The blood being spilled shouldn't be on his floor. The assistant he acquired shouldn't be in this place. For all of this to happen here, now, meant something had gone terribly wrong. And as he looked into his best friend's eyes, he couldn't keep his mind from realizing the awful truth.

Alistair, what in Hell have you done?