Lucifer's POV
As soon as my black shoes landed on the stone pavement I quickly adjusted my vision, fitting for the constant darkness and hurried towards the grand wooden doors, guarded by the two warrior demons, submissively bowing their big, hideous heads as soon as they noticed me coming.
To any human, they would seem incredibly frightening as they were twice my size, with pitch black eyes that consumes your very soul and teeth sharper than a shark's... But to me, they were mere puppies, begging for master's attention.
Holding the doors open, they mouthed a small "majesty", to which I dismissively waved a hand then strode past them, walking down the main hallway, heading straight towards my chambers, to find an outfit more fitting for what was to come...
I was going to torture the whole Hell if I had to, in order to obtain my answers.
What did they want from her?
Why would any of my kind take so much interest in her, the "little human"?
Does her soul worth that much?