Lucifer sat alone.

  His throne carved from gold, adorned with ancient art gleamed beneath the soft glow of candlelight. Classical music played in the background, delicate and haunting. He didn't move. He didn't speak. He simply thought.

  The grand doors opened slowly, reverently.

  Lord of Flies entered, careful with each step.

  He glanced around. No guards. No sentries. No legion. Just Lucifer.

  He's always alone, Lord of Flies thought. No escort. No protection. I've warned him countless times. But he never listens. Lucifer was a beautiful man that looks no older than his late thirties. But in reality his age goes beyond the beginning of civilization.

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  Lucifer remained still, eyes closed.

  "Lord of Flies," he said softly. "What can I do for you?"

  "My Lord," the demon replied, bowing. "We have the package."

  Lucifer didn't move.

  "Is that all?"

  "No, sire. The threat… he's moving toward Eden. After all this time, we've finally tracked him."

  Lucifer smiled just slightly.

  "That's good to hear."

  He opened his eyes, calm and cold.

  "Reward the sympathizer. Generously. Privileges. Comfort. Let him feel the warmth of loyalty."

  "Yes, sire. I will see it done."

  Lucifer's gaze drifted upward.

  "And the threat… don't touch him. Not yet."

  "You don't want him captured?"

  Lucifer's voice was silk.

  "Not yet. I want to see something."

  Lord of Flies nodded, unquestioning.

  "Your wish is my command."

  He turned and left.

  Lucifer stared at the ceiling, lost in thought.

  "Let's see what this simple man does…"