Malachi waited for no more than a second before Lucifer popped up in front of him.
This was perhaps the first time that Mal could say he'd seen the dark lord angered.
With traces of shampoo wetting his golden hair and chiseled physique, it wasn't hard to see why. He pointed a rubber ducky in Mal's face, and the young demon felt death breathing down his neck.
"Mark this, Malachi Saint. I am no spineless cur to be called upon at a whim. You would do well to- Hey, why's your wife down here?"
Lucifer gazed past Malachi to Anna, who was hovering in the air without flapping her wings.
It was a little bit difficult to recognize her at first, but the incredibly well-done tattoos next to ones that looked like they were done in a trailer park were something of a dead giveaway.
Anna held up two fingers. "Sup."
"…Sup."
"How dare you!"
Naberius appeared in front of Anna, teeth bared, eyes like oceans of molten metal.
"Incorrigible young sow! You are not fit to-"
