Chapter Twenty Five: The Business of Hell

Lucifer could tell that Mazakin was suffering. She had an anxious energy about her despite how many times she insisted she was fine. He was losing her to love and he knew it. He could tell the problem was her love of humanity or perhaps a specific human but he wasn’t surprised she wouldn’t admit that to him. She was one of his favorite and best demons. He didn’t want to lose her. But the more time he kept her in hell, the more he realized that he might have already lost her.

“Mazi, my dear, what do you think of this?” Lucifer asked in his best nonchalant tone, holding up a poster.

“What is this?” she asked, monotone. She continued to pick up the empty glasses around his drawing room and handed them to the demon of the day that he had on hand to serve him.

“It’s a new band I’m going to sponsor. The lead singer has asked for our help,” Lucifer answered, turning the poster around to admire his handy work. “I think their music could potentially bring us lots of followers.”