[The strangely innocent way Paimon acts is not lost on Lucifer. Like a child waiting to be instructed by their parent. It's almost precious, in some disdainful, demonic way. The gold-eyed and white-eyed demons were always best, though. A small pool of diamonds in the rough.]

People told you, did they?

[Interesting. Followers, perhaps? He's had his fair share over the last millennia.]

I was cleansing the Earth, of course. Scraping away the filth and contaminates... putting it back to the way it was, before humans polluted it. [He moves toward Paimon again, and places a gentle hand on his shoulder.] Your work can be much the same, if you'd like. Cleansing. This place is teeming with filth... with humans that disregard all that is important.

[He speaks to the demon in the way he would have spoken to the one in his own universe — and hopes that the similarities are enough. He trusts Paimon to be as loyal and enthusiastic with his following as he's ever been, honestly.]

It must be counteracted with blood.

With sacrifice.