Lucifer frowned for a brief moment, then his lips curved into another smile. He stretched out one hand toward Father Black, palm open in invitation.
"Leave Earth behind, Father Black. Join me. I will give you worlds beyond your wildest dreams — power, glory, everything a mortal soul could crave."
Father Black simply looked away from him, completely uninterested.
"Lucifer, you should concentrate on the dream of losing more."
He paused, then continued calmly, "Back to my proposal. I am not willing to sit here for another couple of days going through all the ranks in a long, drawn-out fight. How about we settle this properly? A direct fight between the leaders of the two factions — Fallen Angels versus Earth."
As Father Black spoke, Alexander flew up beside him and handed over Michael's sword along with its scabbard.
