It took only a second between getting the prayer, wondering if it was a joke, realizing it wasn't, and appearing. He grabbed Sylar's hand, wrenched it behind his back.

At the first sign of struggle, he decided he'd telepathically remove Sylar's lungs. Let him regenerate from that--it'd be the longest thirty seconds of his life, Lucifer figured.

Lucifer glanced at Sam, the blood, the knives, and opted to try to break the drywall with Sylar's face. "You just can't keep your hands to yourself, can you?"