"Light…" Lucifer mumbled from somewhere under the cover of his snow white wings. "Turn it off. Please."
"I'll let your eyes adjust, Sir," Eligor said. He shifted a couple of bottles of liquor to obscure the light. The amber liquid gave the room a warm, cozy appeal, a little bit easier on the eyes when you were short on sleep and seriously nursing a hangover.
"What time is it?" Lucifer asked.
"Late afternoon, Sir," Eligor said. The scent of vomit wafted his way as Lucifer unfurled his wings. "Zepar said you haven't been feeling well, Sir."
Zepar had said no such thing, but Eligor wasn't about to admit that he was the one who'd been worried about their boss. Worry wasn't an emotion he was used to feeling.
"My head hurts," Lucifer groused. He threw his arm over his eyes, blocking what li
