Lucifer walked towards the north gate in the scorching morning sun. The cute Marina and her sisters cleaned his black suit for him to wear, with a small red handkerchief in the front pocket. He wondered where Esther was during yesterday's battle and pondered.
His steps were slow as his thoughts continued to brew. He watched the elven knights, and other people rushed around temporarily to repair the camp. In his hand were letters to several women; Carmilla, A'dalia, Rosa, Luca, Altair and Mira. He had one of the robust girls carry them.
—|Lucifer: 'I don't believe that woman is a coward; she would never avoid a good fight. Not that I am complaining about my ass getting kicked; by Lanza or that bitch angel. Nope, never would I do that.'
—|Lanza: 'Master, you know I can hear you so clearly now, right?'
—|Lucifer: 'Yes, you are the most beautiful as always, not a violent thug. Don't worry.'