"Oh hell no!"
Lucifer shushed him, telling him to lower his tone with a hand gesture. He moved forward and whispered, "I don't think it wise to wake up our little visitor. Why do we've got a visitor, by the way?"
"Eh, Ale fell asleep while he was help—wait, no. That's not important!" he hissed, making sure to keep his voice at an even tone. "Are you trying to make me the ruler of Hell?"
Lucifer chuckled, the bastard. "Look at it my way. I'll be gone. It'll be the perfect opportunity for other powerful beings to get their claws on you. This way, others will have to protect you in case you need help because you'll be the de-facto leader. A temporary ruler."
"I don't think that's the point. I can't do it."
"Sure you can. You've studied law, right?"
Aaron blinked slowly, trying to comprehend what was happening without shouting. He just went for harshly whispering. "Pre-Law. For two years!"
Harshly high-pitched whispering.
