Lucifer looked mockingly at the Pope writhing before him. The Pope, Vincent, was a man in his seventies, meek and frail. Compared to the Pope of the world of Aure, Pope Vincent was more fragile and easy to read.
Contrary to Lucifer's expectations, the Pope was nothing more than a coward. Thus, he felt no need to take this old man seriously.
After all, he had come here for a reason: threats and intimidation.
The Pope's face was pale as a sheet. Lucifer even thought that if he pushed him a bit further, he might die of a heart attack. "Do you know why I am here?"
The Pope remained silent, refusing to answer Lucifer. Lucifer's voice turned sharper. "Can you hear me, old man? Are you deaf?"
The Pope reluctantly nodded in acknowledgment. Lucifer smiled in satisfaction. "Good. You better listen to me. That is if you don't want to die."
