"The war happened back home, too. Lucifer didn't go quietly." Because of course he wouldn't have. That wasn't the way of the Morningstar, after all. "From everything I know, the war was terrible. A lot of angels were..." He pauses, left hand flexing slightly. "Dead. Killed by their brothers and sisters. When the rebels were defeated, Lucifer was cast down and the other angels had their wings cut off and were exiled to Earth, to live among the humans. Though I'm pretty sure that some of the rebels killed themselves before that happened, too."

Lucifer hadn't seen that part. And hadn't really cared, either.

The assurance gets a grin out of Sam. Wan, a little thin. But real enough. "Because of the reasons we're here, I wasn't actually worried about that. We're all here for the same reason, after all."