Lucifer crossed his arm against his chest where the robe he wore appeared too thin for the winter and the snow that was yet to be thwarted. His long black hair had been tied to a loose ponytail and his red eyes was striking golden as he met the other golden eyes of the person who he stepped on. Now, the white wings of the Angel who he stepped on had been dirtied and smeared by blood with the amount of torture Lucifer had make him go through. 

"I-I won't tell you! Over my dead body will I obey a word of a demon," spat the Angel. He didn't understand what happened. He only stepped a little away from Heaven to find a pure soul who would be residing in Hell when he was caught by a thin, weak-looking man who now stood behind Lucifer with his hand crossed, the servant of Lucifer.

"Prideful but you know, your pride won't be useful if you don't know when it is time for you to die. Still don't know who I am, do you?" Lucifer grinned when seeing the Angel trembles upon his words. The way fear come across people's features has never failed to entertain him. "I don't kill people easily. Usually I start by their limbs and my recent hobby is to see a person falling there," Lucifer gestured his chin to the left side of the Angel.

As they had came back in Hell, Lucifer had chosen to bring the Angel back to his resident, his house where it was built at the tip of the cliff's tongue, dangerously near the thin edge of the cliff, appearing as if it could fall at any time. At the end of the cliff was glowing, not because there was light as there had never been light anywhere in Hell, the luminosity came from the living lava that filled the bottom part of the cliff; a sea of red which no one would want to sink their hands at.

"Don't make this hard for yourself, hm?" Lucifer removed his shoes from the Angel's head. The Angel was relieved from the pain and had breathed out in relief that disappear a quickly as a flash of light, as Lucifer then painfully crushed the white wings underneath his feet. The wings's cartilage gave a crisp sound while the Angel cried in pain. 

Lucifer said, "I don't mind torturing people it's my favorite past time activity but then I don't have time. My dearest nephew is going to have his wedding soon. If I am late, I will be late twice. Twice." A sudden anger then sparked in Lucifer's eyes when he remembered the first time he was late, his sister had died in exchange, "I can't disappoint him again, can I? Who was it that ordered you to sent me the message that came from Seraphim?"

"You have killed Seraphim, was it not enough?" The Angel snapped between the cries of pain Lucifer elicited, "It was a fool for him to ever once believed you can repent. The door of Heaven and been closed for you!"

Instead of getting sparked with anger, Lucifer laughed, his low laughter sounded manically to the Angel. "You are not wrong in the part that I won't repent. I choose to be a confident villain then a sly one who took the mask of a pure celestial being. If Heaven's door had been closed, I only need this hands and legs of mine to kick it back open. Now, unless you want to become a wingless Angel for eternity which I am sure you have seen some angel's wings ripped and torn before so you know how it will never heal ever again."

Lucifer then waited three good second for the Angel to speak, "Malphas," he lazily called and the servant quickly run in speed only to step on his other shoelaces and fell face first to the ground. Lucifer rolled his eyes but despite his scolding still healed the light wound on Malphas which had been one of his work due to how careless his servant was.

Malphas came beside the Angel and the latter sensed something was about to happen. He warily shouted, "What are you doing?! What are you going to do to me!" When he twisted his neck in great difficulty it was then that he saw the gleaming sword which Malphas held.

"Bringing what I say to life," deadpanned Lucifer. "Malphas is a very clumsy one. You will suffer more if I ask him to rip your wings with it," the Angel's eyes shook with shock and turn rigid from shock, his fear only grew when Lucifer sang, "One... two..."

"G-Gabriel! It was Gabrie—" shouted the Angel but Malphas had plunged down the sword he had, making it pierce the white wings. The Angel screamed again, twisting his body in pain. "I-I told you who i-it was! Why did you stabbed me!"

"Oh, in Hell we don't count to three. It's a habit," Lucifer grinned and he stepped away from the Angel now that he had gathered the answer he wanted. Going through what the Angel had said, he narrowed his eyes to find out Gabriel was involved. While Lucifer had some abrasion against the other Angels, there were a few Angel who he actually got along with though by that he didn't mean they would offer him a smile when they met or lend him aid that he needed, but at least they won't fight upon first sight just like he and Michael had always done.

Gabriel belongs to one of the few angels he got along. Even amongst the other Angel, he was the second when it comes to being a kind Angel. He never pegged the Angel to be one of the few people who was holding a hidden ambition and was thirsty for power. 

"What exactly did you do, Gabriel?" hummed Lucifer, while he doesn't hold grudge against Gabriel if indeed the Angel who had been betraying his own sibling inside Heaven was him, then he won't hold back and kill them in the fashion his dearest sister had died— even worse than it.

"Malphas, bring this gentleman back to his home and make sure to not heal his wound," Lucifer said to the servant who pulled out the sword from the Angel's wings.

"Is there anything I should do other than that, Master?" Malphas questioned obediently.

"Tell it across all corner of Heaven that I have woken up. That Lucifer is coming to kill the noisy doves."

Away from Hell, in a luscious church that dimmed with the lack of light coming from the night sky which fell above them, a nun came running while holding a lantern on her hand, waking across the corridor when she noticed the other source of light at the corner of the corridor.

The surprised nun didn't immediately walked up to the beaming light. She recalled that today no one other than her should be outside as the curfew had passed. Only a few nun was allowed to walk outside the corridor after the curfew had passed but that was only her today.

She narrowed her eyes when she saw how the light didn't move and a cold goosebumps run across the back of her neck. 

She remembered during the time she was still studying as a nun, she was taught about ghosts. No way... was it a ghost? Accompanied by the stifling silence she also caught faint sound of dropping waters. 

Gulping, the nun took courage and walked toward the light, "Hello? Who is it standing there?"