Chapter 35

The Lord of Hell reappeared, face like a thundercloud. Beelzebub fought to keep a grin from his lips as he thought, I love it when a plan comes together. That dark seed he had sown had apparently grown into a wondrous plant, choking all life from Lucifer’s budding romance. Everyone who saw the Prince of Darkness stalking through the halls of his palace immediately discovered they had pressing business to attend to elsewhere.

Even Beelzebub decided to lie low, mainly because he

wasn’t quite sure he could contain his glee around his master. Not that it really mattered — he had immediately retired to the North Tower — Hell didn’t have actual directions, but topside nomenclature could be pervasive — which was where he always tended to go when he wanted to brood.