"Indeed not," Despair replies in a hoarse voice to the Devil. One of the devils, perhaps. She wonders what the Lucifer she knew would say once he finds that there is another like him; another of him. How quaint.

Despair lifts her glass of ice water with cold stubby fingers and takes a sip of cold water. The Lucifer who was once called Samael, who is still called Samael at times, would appreciate the tsk Belial gave in reply to the name. It would be interesting to see the two fallen angels meet. Despair smirks to herself and muses about how delighted Desire would be to hear the news she has to bring.