Lucifer is easy, she thought as she hopped to her feet to begin gathering her few belongings.
Without even checking out properly, she slipped through the front door of the hotel and made her way to the manor of the fallen, " . . . so pretentious. " She remarked at the sight.
" . . . "
She considered the offer, and calculated the price in her head: " I want double the pay of the other's guards. That is my price, take it or leave it. " Apollyon now looked at the lord of Hell, her eyes seemingly blank through the mask covering her face.
" Apollyon. " Her name, " And boredom. Your daughter is a dreamer. Demons cannot be purified and sent to Heaven. If that were the case, then the whole system would crumble. Angels can fall, " He would know this the best, " And Demons stay down here, where we should be. "
Apollyon loojed up from her work and stared . . . Lucifer. A rare visitor.
" Wrath is not a good enough word to describe me, Your Highness. " The only person she would use honorifics for. She knows her place, " What do you want? "
Finding her would not be difficult.
Apollyon sat quietly in her room with the door wide open. If anyone had a problem with it, then they would be sent to Super Hell.
She sharpened a knife menacingly, preparing it for some . . . activity. Not cooking, that's for sure.
. . . she wants double the pay of those so-called ' guards '. She boasts abilities above and beyond the others.
Stationed in the Thone Room, no one would get by her without express permission from Lucifer . . . unless angels or, Satan forbid, God himself comes down.