Hearing the name brought a sense of nostalgia to Redrick. He saw how the crow was looking at him, the golden eyes that most people mistook to be something he acquires to come from an Angel. "I don't," said Redrick and he slowly tilted his head for the frown to come in between his brows, "Is there anything wrong?"
"No, and that is the problem," The crow clicked his tongue, "Lucifer had been too quiet for the past decades and who knows what he is planning to do. The Demons in hell are also useless, they follow their leaders but once there was no leader they are quick to search for a new one, not knowing the consequences of following them. If the person they follow swam to lava, those headless demons would follow even to death. It's foolish and troublesome. Have Lucifer got close to her?"
