"What do you mean he refused to come here?" Lucifer yelled. As outbursts went, it wasn't his most impressive. Then again, he stood in the Chamber of Promises where the glass cases could be temperamental. He didn't want to risk shattering any of them, given some of the promises he kept intact would crumble to dust and free whatever soul he'd trapped.
He blamed the stupid clause his lawyers had made him include. Once the contract disappeared, so did that soul's obligation. So much for eternity. . . eternity only lasted as long as parchment did in most cases.
"Whoever he is, he's arrogant," Bambi stated, his daughter having volunteered to visit this mortal calling himself the Antichrist. His old friend Rasputin had informed him of the pretender.
"Arrogance doesn't make him my son." Lucifer would know if he'd created one.