If you’d asked me a year ago if I would be watching Lucifer season 4 — much less if I’d be so inspired as to need to write something about it — I would have called you crazy. In fact, after a messy third season, when the series looked like it was doomed for cancellation, I actively called for it to be sent straight to Hell. And then FOX did exactly that, making me wonder if I’d ever be able to repent for my sins against the hottest devil that ever deviled. As we know, though, Netflix saved Lucifer. Thank Hades.
For a show to be reborn in this way, for the new season to be better than ever, is no small feat. But that’s what Lucifer season 4 has done. Besides being completely overwhelmed by just how well-done the shorter, bingeable season was, I couldn’t get one thing out of my mind: Despite all the series has overcome, the message that Lucifer‘s fourth season sends about self-acceptance is far more powerful than all of its previous struggles combined.
It might just even be more powerful than the Devil Himself.