The only one who seemed to find Malachi's blatant defiance funny in the slightest was of course, the devil himself.
Lucifer fell out of his chair while laughing hysterically, and seemed uncaring of the amount of dirty looks he received as a result.
But for that matter, neither did Malachi.
His eyes swiveled towards the area where the greeks usually sat and he looked towards his mother's throne.
Upon finding it empty, he let out an indiscriminate scoff.
"Now I wonder... why exactly everyone is at this little get together except for my mother? I don't believe in coincidences, and I would hope that you all aren't incompetent enough to make such a simple fuck up, soo..?
Did you think you were going to be able to throw your weight around a little easier if she wasn't around? Get your answers from me by whatever means necessary?"
"Insolent boy!"
"Yea, here it comes..."