Lucifer stood against a wall, looking down at the lit fireplace as the wood crackled and burned in the dark hours of the night. If he had not arrived to whisk away Azazel's body, it may have been possible that the demon could have died from blood loss on the small bridge.
He better thank me for dragging his ass back here.
Emma wiped her brow, her hands covered in blood. She looked down at the demon, who appeared to be in a coma of sorts. She and Granny had worked tirelessly to patch up the wounds.
Granny sighed and collapsed in a nearby chair. Her age allowed her to instantly fall asleep.
Blood had stained the sheets he laid on in the large bed. She wasn't concerned with getting the sheets changed. The most important thing was that Azazel was seemingly safe.
She checked his pulse on his wrist and then sighed with relief. The half-demon girl wished he hadn't been so reckless. In her mind, a life was far more valuable than a hammer.
Emilia hovered into the room, her two black wings flapping behind her. She carried a bucket full of water. She set the bucket down in the center of the room, then withdrew her wings. They shrunk back down into her back and disappeared.
Emma ran to where the bucket stood and dipped her hands into the water bath. She scrubbed her hands, making sure to get the blood scrubbed off of her fingers. She then took a wet cloth to the bed to pat away smears of blood from Azazel's body.
Lucifer walked toward the bed and looked down at the demon.
He appears to be in a trance right now. He'll be fine.
Lucifer looked around the bandage wrapped around Azazel's waist and noticed blood had seeped through, but he sensed the bleeding to the puncture wounds had stopped.
He looked to the corner of the room to see someone seated at a small table, writing with his quill onto a scroll of some sort.
Lucifer approached Luke, who immediately looked up at the demon.
"My lord," Luke addressed Lucifer as he pushed his glasses up with two fingers at the bridge of the nose.
"Still documenting?" Lucifer asked with a hint of amusement.
"I must," Luke responded with excitement. "I never dreamed I would see such impressive displays from demon's."
Lucifer nodded in approval. "Make sure to continue your hard work. We need the world to know that demons are the only ones that can save this dinky planet."
Luke went back to recording the events on the scroll. He didn't need the Lord of Hell to command him to do so. He had already planned to spend the rest of his life focused on the task at hand.
"If you are a good boy, I may reward you." Lucifer's eyes narrowed on the Hell Scholar.
"Reward?" Luke asked, not looking up from the document.
"Yes," Lucifer mused. "Perhaps a bite from your lord or his beautiful missus."
The words only fueled Luke's desire. Getting bitten and turned into an immortal demon would be like a dream come true. He silently vowed to do an even better job.
He left the room and looked to his right. George was keeping watch over the room with a worried look on his face.
I didn't realize this idiot was able to express emotions. Huh. This world never ceases to amaze me.
In an act to mimic human empathy, Lucifer placed a hand on George's large shoulder and gently patted it.
"The boy will be fine. I want you to be his personal guard. Make sure he doesn't do anything stupid on his own. He still doesn't know how to control his demon side."
"..."
Lucifer knew, in the grand scheme of things, that Azazel was a baby in the demon world. He chuckled to himself before walking down the spiral staircase.
He walked to a window and glanced out of it. He recoiled when he saw the light of the sun shining through.
Damn sun. Things are so bright. It'll melt out my corneas.
Lucifer was still not used to the sun, since he'd lived in hell for who knew how long.
He proceeded to the throne room and nodded approvingly when he took a look at the black and red throne in the center of the room. He walked forward and slid his hand across the arm of it, his fingers trailing across the hard material.
It's ruling time.
Lucifer took a seat on the throne, his legs spread out in front of him. He rested his left arm on the side of it and tapped his fingers lightly.
He waited.
He waited some more.
"Dammit," he muttered under his breath.
It seems ruling a kingdom is boring. I thought people would flock to see my glorious physique. At least in hell, I had a whip, and countless sinners would appear for a good lashing. Too bad I would kill people if I lashed them here. I guess human rights and all. It seems like a good way to get invaded. Azazel isn't in the best condition for a good invasion right now.
He heard footsteps in the background. He perked up and focused his eyes on the grand entrance of the throne room.
A small body walked in. It was Natasha who had a grin on her face.
Lucifer's eyes glanced up and down, but he settled his gaze on her bouncy chest. He smirked as he watched her jiggle up to mere feet from where he sat.
"Did you come to admire my body?" Lucifer asked with an air of arrogance in his tone.
Natasha shook her head and giggled. She flashed her fangs and placed her hands on her hips.
"Do you want me to make a statue of you?" she asked proudly.
Lucifer perked up in his seat. He leaned forward and rested his arms between his legs.
Of course, she wants to immortalize my masculine charm.
"Yes," Lucifer simply said, excited as his eyes glowed a fiery scarlet.
He stood up and adjusted his clothing. He walked down the steps leading to the throne and gave her a quick nod.
"I have the supplies set up in a nearby room," the blonde demon grinned up at him.
She led him to a ground level room at the side of the castle. When he stepped inside the room, he saw a giant block of limestone. On a nearby table, there was an assortment of tools made for chiseling stones.
"I didn't realize you had a knack for carving," Lucifer mused as he took a seat in the corner of the room, which would give her a good view of the statue carving.
"I don't," Natasha laughed as she positioned herself in front of the limestone.
She doesn't? Dear me, this may be a disaster waiting to happen.
"Then how are you going to immortalize my charms?" He wondered.
Natasha shrugged. "I am confident. I'm good at working with wood, so why not stone?"
Just be able to adequately work with wood. These are two entirely different materials.
Lucifer gave in. What was the worst that could happen?
"Take off your clothing," Natasha purred as her yellow eyes narrowed on him.
"My clothes?" Lucifer questioned. "Your wish is my command."
Lucifer was always willing to undress for an attractive female. He quickly slipped off his clothes, throwing them haphazardly onto the floor.
He sat back down in the chair, his body on full display. His legs were spread apart, so his manly goods were visible.
Natasha cupped her chin and looked over at the demon lord. She shook her head.
"What?" Lucifer asked in a deep voice.
I am sure she has never seen such an impressive, demonic display of manliness.
"Azazel's is more impressive," she hummed as she picked up a chisel from the table.
Lucifer growled, his fangs showing.
There is no way the boy is packing more heat than I am.
Like the nuisance he was, Michael barged into the room. The angel scoffed when he got a look at Lucifer's naked body.
In case Lucifer was unable to hear him, Michael scoffed again.
"Michael" Lucifer began with a dry tone. "Why are you still on Terra?"
Michael scoffed for the third time. He narrowed his eyes on his brother.
"Somebody has to keep the order around here," the angel responded as he took a step next to Natasha, who was hard at work on the statue.
Natasha grimaced as Michael began to invade her personal space. "Could you please back up, chicken boy?"
Michael scoffed for a fourth time and took a few steps back. "Of course. I wouldn't want to get in the way of such an unholy work of art."
"What do you want, Michael?" The Lord of Hell asked with a look of annoyance on his face.
"Permission to open a church." Michael smiled gently at his demonic brother.
Lucifer waved a hand in frustration.
"Azazel would kill me if I said no."
Azazel wants to welcome all people here, and I have no clue why. To deny Michael would be more work than to allow him to open a damn church.
Maybe he'll get bored and go back to heaven.
"Fantastic!" Michael hummed happily. "I will bring the real savior's word to the people of this kingdom. Perhaps I can save a few damned souls."
You go right ahead and try, you annoying little prick.
Michael left in a hurry. He already had a building in mind.
As Natasha continued the statue and Lucifer posed for said statue, Michael would begin his hard work on the holy church. He vowed to bring peace to Britannica. Hopefully, he would damn the sinners properly to bring peace and prosperity to Britannica.
If nothing else, he hoped to counteract the unholiness of the demon lord's reign.