The Devil's Desire
I growl.
"His mind and that of his demons have been wiped of you; he's my leading soul-collecting incubus and can't be distracted by your lovely presence," he answers.
"That is rather fucked up, Lucifer," I frown.
"I am a rather fucked up individual, Lilith; I'm the Devil after all," he glances at me and grins. I shake my head and laugh.
"Did you need anything from your human home?" he grins.
"My animals need rehoming; other than that, there's nothing," I mumble. He stops, thinks a bit, then twirls his wrist.