"Go ahead," Lucifer mumbled. He lowered his wing so Eligor would have easy access to the meaty tissue next to his neck. "Do it."
Eligor glanced at the syringe. Yup. Just 50cc's. The dosage at which the evil twin seemed to keep control. He plunged the needle into Lucifer's flesh, noting the way the man didn't even flinch, and pushed the syringe until the vile, green liquid had been injected into Lucifer's nervous system.
Lucifer stared at the trophy wall as they waited for the medication to kick in.
"Last time we were here," Lucifer said, "I met a man. He was smart, like me, and I think we had a lot in common."
"The angry young chieftain," Eligor said. "He tried to kill you, but you prevented him from doing it, and then you taught him how to shoot a pulse rifle."
Lucifer stared at the
