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nuisance. He’s demanding to see you at once. And no, I can’t deal with it, so don’t even ask,” the newcomer ranted on and on as he quickly walked the length of the room, not allowing Lucifer to yell again.
Lucifer glared at the man with pure malice. He looked like he was going to rip out his heart with his teeth. Michelle felt bad for the man, or would have, if he hadn’t just saved her. She tried to make herself very small and unimportant while the man walked up beside her. She discreetly buttoned her shirt, hoping to be sent out of the room and away from this new dilemma.
The man was very tall, though, just short of Lucifer’s towering height. He was wearing an outrageously expensive black pinstripe suit with a black on black silk tie. He looked more like a CEO than someone in Hell. Maybe he’d been a CEO, killed himself, and was Lucifer’s servant too. He had dark blue eyes, almost navy, and short chestnut hair. He was very handsome, though a tad less attractive than Lucifer.
Michelle found it odd she didn’t recognize the newcomer and that she couldn’t see his sins either. She thought she knew most of the punishers. She gulped when she realized that maybe her dreams were just dreams and weren’t a true picture of Hell. She panicked at the thought.
No, the room was a carbon copy of her dreams. The thrones were real and she had to be inside the castle. There were times when she was stuck inside the castle, left to roam the corridors until she woke up. She was grateful for those times, since she wasn’t in pain, but seeing how the punishers survived their day-to-day lives was cruel enough.
She took a closer look at the man standing next to her. The voice was somewhat familiar, but the outfit was wrong. The intensity in his eyes sparked her memory. He was the overseer of the other punishers, the badass leather clad one who yelled at everyone. Here, he seemed refined and under control, though snarky. He was the one they referred to as “my Lord.”
“Find Jeremiah, kill him, and feed his remains to Mark for all I care. You can handle the rest. As I said, I am busy,” Lucifer snapped his teeth to put an end to the argument.
“Well, I can see that you are… entertaining, but it’s going to have to wait. You are the Master around here, aren’t you?” the man mockingly waved his hands at Lucifer as he turned to glance quickly at Michelle, only to stop and do a double take when he saw her face. He stood up straight and stood still as a statue. He stuttered, looking for the right words. “My Lord, I didn’t…I had no idea…when did…of course you’re busy…I can deal with…with everything. I’m sorry, my Lord,” the man sputtered as he half-bowed to Lucifer and half-bowed to her. He paused mid-bow when he saw the dress in Lucifer’s arms and audibly gulped.
Lucifer hissed and regained some of his composure. “No, of course you didn’t know. How could you? Well, since you’re here, you might as well see. I’m sure Caleb will spread the rumors as soon as his tongue grows back,” Lucifer sighed and looked at the new man, as if waiting for his approval.
“Ah, so that’s why Caleb didn’t tell me… no, it’s all right. I can come back,” the man clearly wanted to leave in a hurry.
“Lord Hades, this is my mistress. She committed suicide because she was so eager to join me,” Lucifer smiled devilishly, a term that suited him very well. Michelle could see where it came from.
“Hades, as in the Lord of the Underworld in Greek Mythology?” Michelle sputtered and blinked a few times, confused by the name.
“Don’t give his ego anymore to gloat about. He is NOT a god and he certainly isn’t Greek. He is a Fallen Angel, just like everyone else in power here. Damned souls spreading false tales, I could kill them, again. A couple of souls manage to be reincarnated into the world with some of their
Lucifer glared at the man with pure malice. He looked like he was going to rip out his heart with his teeth. Michelle felt bad for the man, or would have, if he hadn’t just saved her. She tried to make herself very small and unimportant while the man walked up beside her. She discreetly buttoned her shirt, hoping to be sent out of the room and away from this new dilemma.
The man was very tall, though, just short of Lucifer’s towering height. He was wearing an outrageously expensive black pinstripe suit with a black on black silk tie. He looked more like a CEO than someone in Hell. Maybe he’d been a CEO, killed himself, and was Lucifer’s servant too. He had dark blue eyes, almost navy, and short chestnut hair. He was very handsome, though a tad less attractive than Lucifer.
Michelle found it odd she didn’t recognize the newcomer and that she couldn’t see his sins either. She thought she knew most of the punishers. She gulped when she realized that maybe her dreams were just dreams and weren’t a true picture of Hell. She panicked at the thought.
No, the room was a carbon copy of her dreams. The thrones were real and she had to be inside the castle. There were times when she was stuck inside the castle, left to roam the corridors until she woke up. She was grateful for those times, since she wasn’t in pain, but seeing how the punishers survived their day-to-day lives was cruel enough.
She took a closer look at the man standing next to her. The voice was somewhat familiar, but the outfit was wrong. The intensity in his eyes sparked her memory. He was the overseer of the other punishers, the badass leather clad one who yelled at everyone. Here, he seemed refined and under control, though snarky. He was the one they referred to as “my Lord.”
“Find Jeremiah, kill him, and feed his remains to Mark for all I care. You can handle the rest. As I said, I am busy,” Lucifer snapped his teeth to put an end to the argument.
“Well, I can see that you are… entertaining, but it’s going to have to wait. You are the Master around here, aren’t you?” the man mockingly waved his hands at Lucifer as he turned to glance quickly at Michelle, only to stop and do a double take when he saw her face. He stood up straight and stood still as a statue. He stuttered, looking for the right words. “My Lord, I didn’t…I had no idea…when did…of course you’re busy…I can deal with…with everything. I’m sorry, my Lord,” the man sputtered as he half-bowed to Lucifer and half-bowed to her. He paused mid-bow when he saw the dress in Lucifer’s arms and audibly gulped.
Lucifer hissed and regained some of his composure. “No, of course you didn’t know. How could you? Well, since you’re here, you might as well see. I’m sure Caleb will spread the rumors as soon as his tongue grows back,” Lucifer sighed and looked at the new man, as if waiting for his approval.
“Ah, so that’s why Caleb didn’t tell me… no, it’s all right. I can come back,” the man clearly wanted to leave in a hurry.
“Lord Hades, this is my mistress. She committed suicide because she was so eager to join me,” Lucifer smiled devilishly, a term that suited him very well. Michelle could see where it came from.
“Hades, as in the Lord of the Underworld in Greek Mythology?” Michelle sputtered and blinked a few times, confused by the name.
“Don’t give his ego anymore to gloat about. He is NOT a god and he certainly isn’t Greek. He is a Fallen Angel, just like everyone else in power here. Damned souls spreading false tales, I could kill them, again. A couple of souls manage to be reincarnated into the world with some of their
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