"I heard you saved my brother. Demons talk too much, you know? My pride has gotten the better of me, as you can see."
"What I threw at you was a talent pill. It's something that even gods and goddesses can hardly get their hands on, and it allows them to copy their own talents and give them to others. I received it as a worship gift from someone I no longer remember in my youth, as a focus. Now it's yours… and so is the talent inside it."
When Lucifer heard these words, Atlas stared at him and couldn't say a thing.
Lucifer must have noticed this, for he looked into his eyes and asked, "Aren't you going to say anything, little man?" He continued to call Atlas 'little man.'
When Atlas heard these words, he scratched his head and then asked, as if nothing had happened, "Sir, what exactly do you want from me?"
It was a question that needed to be asked.
