THE DEVIL'S LOVE
Lucas stuttered, his voice almost a whisper.
Lucifer wiped an imaginary tear from the corner of his eyes, still chuckling.
"So you came here..." he said, struggling to contain his amusement, "...to complain about it."
Lucas stiffened.
"I came to ask for your help."
Lucifer leaned forward slightly, his expression suddenly interested.
"My help?"
Lucas nodded. "They question my blood." He said. "They say I'm only half-human, and I can never rule hell."
Lucifer's smile widened.
"Well," he said casually, "that's not entirely wrong. You are indeed a half-human. But then, it is my blood that runs through your veins, which is why I am filled with disgust that you stand here spewing such nonsense."
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