Tap. Tap. Tap.
She just stared straight faced at the grey demon, causing the Lord of Lies to look away and around the table. Those around them were causally eating and ignoring their conversation, as if it was a normal occurrence. Maybe it was, but the King of Hell had never questioned him to the extent his kin was doing. Feeling sweat building up at his scalp where thin wisps of gray hair hung, he tried not to wipe his hand over it.
"My father had spoken highly of you, Lord of Lies," the female demon continued her tapping, "Says you had brought many to their knees, begged you, listened to you," he watched as the Queen of Hell used one finger to tap instead of her four, "He said you deserved to be a Lord due to your faithfulness to him."
"Y… yes. I have done much for your father; I also owe him much," the grey demon stuttered out.
"Hm…" he watched her long hair slipped over her bare shoulder, "You wish to retire."
