Lucifer M.

It might just be another day on the pentagram of Hell. The first day of the arrival of the one called Lucifer, too ambiguous for what Alastor thought was his entertainment.

Angel Dust was on his cell phone, Husk was cleaning an old wine bottle, and Charlie was sharing his ideas with Vaggie, Niffty, and the eggs so they could help or further develop his concept. Lucifer was sitting on the sofa in the main room, stroking Rafcel's fur and momentarily enjoying the quiet that had settled in; it was relaxing, with Alastor out of sight.