Lucifer raised an eyebrow at Subaru. It was one of those deliberate measuring motions, the one which usually made his demonic followers swallow whatever words they were going to say. This was the devil weighing your soul. "...little onmyouji, you are outclassed by far. I suggest you keep your child's anger out of this conversation."

They say that it is never cold in Hell. But Lucifer has never been one for stereotypes.

To Soma, he offered only amusement. As far as he could tell the other was quite young, but if he took another look there was something different. But, as always, Lucifer didn't find it of interest to him. "...a reincarnation of evil? I'm sure that's bound to be interesting." He took another drag of his cigarette.