#Chapter102
- 1 month later
Lucifer's POV:
Lucifer always had mixed feelings about Jude's mansion.
For one, it did resemble the owner really well - it was dark grey, built into the side of a mountain made of almost black rocks, the edges and curves more modern than the majority of hell's aesthetic. Hard to reach or find, subtle and elegant, beautiful but unwelcoming like snow - or like Jude.
The gate was huge, but the lock was bigger.
As he slowly passed the threshold, a few servants appeared out of nowhere taking his coat with a vary expression.
/"I'm afraid, lord Jude isn't home, your highness./" the butler announced quietly, but Lucifer knew his friend better than that.