Several hours passed by after he arrived home at the city walls. Lucifer walked beside his new maids while holding Lanza's soft hand, stroking her little knuckles. Emura stood a step behind him with a faint smile.
He walked down the tall passage of his mansion and admired the changes. Tall rooms with high roofs so the Arachne can crawl around unseen.
"I wonder, though. Why did you choose silver furnishings, with black and white colours?"
Emura blinked her red eyes and opened her soft lips as Lanza looked back with a sneer, slapped her with a wing, and spoke first. "We chose them because you like this type of thing." She held onto him tighter before the fluttering wings snapped back. They were now filled with blood and sharp claw marks.
"Oh! You made a good choice; the red carpet is nice and soft too."