CH53: Work (Damien)

I headed to Lucifer’s mansion first to tell him what happened in the jail. He was sitting on his throne and had one foot over the opposite knee, his chin resting in his right hand. He wore a tan suit and his signature leather shoes now after our sparring session earlier, very Ronald Raegan style, only that he had the curly beard and hair draped over it.

“Good, good,” he said in reply to me, “You will have to visit him every day now, you know.”

“If it buys Abby more time then I am happy to oblige.” I didn’t want to spend so much time with her father, and the only kind of torture that I could do was the mental kind, that was the boring stuff, I wanted to burn the man alive and tear him to shreds for offering his daughters soul to the devil.

“No one else can know, not even Kora,” I told him and he narrowed his eyes at me in question, “Abby can’t know th