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Lucifer is waiting for me when I return to my throne room.

"This is not like you, brother. You have never asked me for a favor before."

"I do not recall asking you for a favor."

"You have something of mine and are expecting me not to ask for its return, I call that a favor."

"Until I give it to you, it is mine."

"What do you intend to do with a soul that belongs in hell?"

I smile a little.

"Ah," Lucifer considers me through narrowed eyes. "Be careful brother. This woman…this witch. She must be something. She has turned the head of one of my best demons and has you bending rules so hard you risk breaking them."

"Stay away from Elenyx," I warn him sternly.

"She is mine."

"Malachar would disagree. And what is his, is by extension…" Lucifer does not finish his sentence, laughing instead as he opens a portal of flam into his realm. His laughter lingers as the smell of sulphur fades.

I rest my hands over the smooth skulls that end the armrests of my throne.

Elenyx has come to Lucifer's attention.

Only trouble will result.