Lucifer sat on his throne, surveying the room with his crimson eyes. His long white hair cascaded over his shoulders like snow, contrasting his perfectly muscled body. He was the vampire baron of Adelvania, and they had just won their first battle against the human nation of Gwendova.
'Lanza, come home soon. I miss your cute wings… and huge breasts.'
But Lucifer knew this was a brief victory, a mere taste of what was coming.
'Let's not become complacent and take things one step at a time. I cannot expect to become powerful again by bitching like an ant. I will take time to practise fighting against Lanza to improve myself.'
The actual battle had yet to begin, and Gwendova's strongest fighters had Still not appeared; Lucifer couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction as he sat in his grand throne room, surrounded by his silent maids standing along the walls.
Not what you think. it's just stuffed with a sock.
A little joke I made to a reader weeks ago.