"Lucifer?" Aaron croaked. The word echoed strangely around the room. Aaron's vision was blurry, still sleepy, as he frowned around. Everything was dark, the soft light that came from somewhere making it slightly more visible, but only marking the shapes of the things that surrounded him. Aaron was sure that he wasn't in any place he knew. There was something odd, deadly, in the silence. He cleared his throat and spoke more clearly, "Lucifer?"
"You have awoken then?"
Aaron turned his head quickly towards the sound of the voice and yeah, bad idea.
"My apologies," he said, sounding everything but sorry. "This was the best room we could find for our Lord's escort." Aaron felt a hand grabbing forcefully his jaw, pulling him towards the voice, inclining his head to the side so lips would whisper on his ear. "Hope you like our hospitality, doll."
