Sama El.

Poison of God.

A name nearly as bad as hirs. Poor soul who was baptized by such obvious misfortunate nomination.

The demon tsked aloud and shook hir head, glancing back and forth to Despair and Lucifer. “Lord’s old name was Lucifael. Fair name for a noble soul and an exalted heart.” Opposite to Belial, always so contrasting. “Sit, please, Lord of mine,” Mad Hatter insisted, bowing deeply and taking off the hat, hand motioning to an empty chair. “There are politics to discuss.”