Arnold hurried took out whatever he required to defeat Lucifer before the inventory was sealed away again. Soon, thirty seconds were over and the other demon lord disappeared as fast as they had appeared. All but Lucifer who was standing in front of him with all his primal glory. Arnold would never forget the face of the being who was once called the Morning star of the universe, but he was just one of the seven rulers of hell. Someone, whom Arnold had already defeated once.
Lucifer was epitome of what every female desired in her companion. He had a lean, fit and extardoinary physique coupled with a face that would make even a goddess fall in love with him. Not to mention the black halo and the wings he had as a remembrance of him being a fallen angel. However, the most desirable thing was his crimson eyes that were thirsty for revenge against the ones who dam*ed him to rot in hell.
'Is this really him?'
