"Devils?" The voice came from within Jove's mind, a mockingly similar baritone to himself. The fusion of their souls had been incomplete, done intentionally to ensure Jove remained in control. However, that didn't mean that similarities wouldn't form. Among these were Lucifer's voice taking on many characteristics of his host, though the inflection and condescension certainly ensured that he would remain sounding different. The similarities were enough that he still found irritation at his own voice speaking down to him, though.
"Besides, it isn't mastery over death. More like a mild resistance? It's a type of power that manifests itself subconsciously within your mana, and made possible in part due to my own capabilities. Since I'm fused with you, you should be able to utilize it to a degree." The two of them got along fairly well, aside from the disdain over one another's attitude and tones. Jove remained sitting in the grass, arms crossed as he took in all this new information. It sounded like it could potentially be useful, but he'd need to pursue it more to find out.