Lucifer bellowed as he entered his castle. "Bring me Nefertiti."
Having heard his mighty call, his eldest living daughter, Bambi, came strutting from an antechamber, wearing stiletto high heels - with real stilettos he might add - and an outfit to make a father proud. Skimpy and slutty.
At least one of his children didn't vex him on purpose.
"What's wrong, sir?" she asked, her tone respectful. She knew when she could test her limits, and now was not the time.
"Someone removed the seals and set those bloody horsemen free."
"The seals are broken?" The falsetto note of her repetition struck him.
Lie. I smell a lie. Subterfuge counted.
"What do you know?" He fixed her with a glare.
"I thought we'd managed to put them back."
"Put what back?"
She wouldn't meet his gaze. "The seals. I
