It's not just sealed with a bolt, of course. There are wards and shields, but even if they were strong enough to keep Lucifer out, their caster wouldn't want them to.
Truth be told, he barely needs the protection these days. There are no true Morganians any longer, with Horvath powerless and Morgana destroyed. And while he no longer does Merlin's work--he has a different master now--he feels no need to oppose those who do. It's an uneasy truce, but it works for now.
It's been nearly thirty years since he saw Lucifer, but Balthazar hasn't aged and looks much the same. His hair is shorter and smoother, and he's clean-shaven at the moment, but his clothes are just as worn and shabby. He only wears one ring now, his old magic talisman, and that only for nostalgia's sake. He can cast magic without it now, and usually does so.
As Lucifer enters, he's already looking at the door, anticipation on his face, and a faint smile. There's a book in his lap, an antique grimoire, but he hasn't been reading it for the past half hour. He's only a little surprised to see his master, and more than a little pleased. "You're the only light I have," he answers without missing a beat and as matter-of-factly as a comment on the weather.
He sets the book aside and stands. "It's been a while since I've seen you face to face." He's missed that, the opportunity to look and touch. The blinding glare that shakes him out of himself. "But I think I felt you draw near."
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Truth be told, he barely needs the protection these days. There are no true Morganians any longer, with Horvath powerless and Morgana destroyed. And while he no longer does Merlin's work--he has a different master now--he feels no need to oppose those who do. It's an uneasy truce, but it works for now.
It's been nearly thirty years since he saw Lucifer, but Balthazar hasn't aged and looks much the same. His hair is shorter and smoother, and he's clean-shaven at the moment, but his clothes are just as worn and shabby. He only wears one ring now, his old magic talisman, and that only for nostalgia's sake. He can cast magic without it now, and usually does so.
As Lucifer enters, he's already looking at the door, anticipation on his face, and a faint smile. There's a book in his lap, an antique grimoire, but he hasn't been reading it for the past half hour. He's only a little surprised to see his master, and more than a little pleased. "You're the only light I have," he answers without missing a beat and as matter-of-factly as a comment on the weather.
He sets the book aside and stands. "It's been a while since I've seen you face to face." He's missed that, the opportunity to look and touch. The blinding glare that shakes him out of himself. "But I think I felt you draw near."