The bars of the two cages were golden, shimmering in the light of the room.
“And how’re my beautiful goddesses today?” the Prince exclaimed as he danced into the room, running his fingers over the bars as he passed on his way to the amber throne.
The strange-furred panther on the left hissed at him and clawed at him.
“Awww, Bast, don’t you like your accommodations? You know I’d have let you stay in a normal room, if only you’d leave the drapes alone, silly kitty.”
-Save your words, Lucifer, I will not hear them!- Bast snarled at him, pacing back and forth in her cell.
Lucifer laughed, falling back into his chair, turning his attention to the cage on the right.
“And how about you, my dearest one?” he practically purred, he glanced at Bast, “do you know, Venus was once frightfully jealous of this one!”
Bast ignored him. The other inhabitant merely shrugged, her true-black hair fell around her kneeling form in supernatural waves, snapping around her angrily, the only betrayal of emotion. Even her ice-blue eyes said nothing.
“Well, Destroyer?” the Morning Star asked her.
She reached out and touched the bars of her prison, the gold shook and trembled beneath her fingers. Lucifer sat back and watched her, a spark of interest lighting in his eyes.
“Always pushing, treasure, always testing me, cheeky goddess,” he murmured, and then laughed again, “but not today, Kali, I have more guests for you to meet!”
Kali dropped her hand and turned her head.
-Morpheus!- Bast hissed as the Dream-King entered, his arm wrapped tightly around Alyxa’s shoulders, -let them go, Dark Prince, they are of no use to you!-
“Au contraire, they are going to be very useful.”
-With what?-
“With giving humanity back what is theirs: imagination….and faith.”
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