Interesting. [What a pain. All this interdimensional timey-wimey nonsense is a little above his pay-grade -- in that he does not want to think that hard. It makes his head hurt.]

Then why keep them around, if they're so useless? Everyone makes mistakes, even the "Big Guy"... but one should also fix mistakes. Maybe He is charmed by their... uniqueness. Kings keep jesters, after all. [or, you know. God is an unknowable eldritch entity to even His first creations and trying to understand Him is an exercise in futility. Something something bible.]

[As Lucifer keeps talking, Alastor stops and turns around to look at him, placing both hands on top of his cane, folded on top of one another. He has a good point -- but he wants to hear Lucifer put his thoughts into concrete words] And what exactly is it you're implying, Your Majesty?