Lost Control

Within Lucifer's palace, the fallen angel was still seething with rage. 

He had already cut the connection with Abaddon, but when he tried to reclaim the sin of lust, he learned that he no longer even had it! 

Lucifer wasn't sure how such a thing was possible, but it only served to add to the frustration of this already annoying day.

"Bastard... BASTARD!!!"

BOOM!

Lucifer kicked a nearby wall and vaporized it into utter nothingness. 

He was about to continue his angry rampage when the sound of dainty footsteps inched closer to him and he instinctively knew what was coming. 

Out of the corner of his eye, Igrat appeared wearing a stunning red dress and a concerned look. "Where is my grandson? And don't lie to me, all of hell heard the two of you arguing so tell-"

Tired of the sound of her voice, Lucifer reached out and grabbed Igrat by the neck, threatening to snuff out her life. "Not... another... word..."