“Oh, come on, Lucifer! You can do better than that. Surely, an angel of your calibre and status, even one without a real job, can weave a better trap than that. I was a bad apple, yes, I made some big mistakes, also yes, but has your hand guided mine since then? That’s a big no, and you know it.”
Lucifer chuckled and sat back in Judas’ favourite chair. His eyes sparkled, and his perfect teeth shone. He was wearing an expensive suit, bespoke of course, slightly rumpled to give that travelled look, and his hair was shoulder length and so thick you’d need garden shears to trim his sideburns.
“Of course, you’re right, Judas, you were mine back then, and now you’re not, but you’re not quite His either, are you? You are protected, that is true, and it is said that Michael thinks more of you no
