Lucifer lounged in the over-sized chair that made up the Plutonic Throne, one leg dangling over an arm and the other curled up underneath him. His wings drooped over the other arm, just for show.
“I didn’t realise you were still here, Chiron, I should’ve given you a redundancy package and sent you on a leave,” the Morning Star mused, “my apologies.”
“No need, y’r Excellency,” Chiron assured him, his skeletal hand wrapped gently about Amy’s, “I’m quite happy fishin’ for lost them lost souls in the river as it were.”
“Good good, but still, if there’s anything...”
“I’ll be s’re to mention it, y’r Excellency.”
“Good,” Lucifer said and turned his gaze on Amy, who stared up at him with large eyes.
He was so tall and impressive, and reminded her of Daddy, but scarier.
“What can I do for you, little one?”
“I’m from the Living World,” Amy blurted out, “my name’s Amy. I’m here for my friends.”
Lucifer’s gaze turned curious.
“And which friends are those, my dear?”
“Alyxa ‘n Mister Morpheus ‘n Bast!” Amy stated, a little rattled by the pure colour in his eyes.
“Ah. Then you are here to negotiate their return?”
Amy didn’t really know what ‘negotiate’ meant so she nodded.
“Then, as the Witch Queen’s ambassador, you are my guest, are you thirsty or hungry? I will see refreshments brought.”
Before Amy could reply the shining creature waved a hand and a small chair and table appeared just beside his throne, on the table sat a plate of cookies and a large mug of something steaming.
“I’m not suppose to drink or eat anything,” she said dubiously, but Lucifer waved a hand, swinging his feet off the throne to make his way towards her.
“It is freely given, little one, I promise.”
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