#Chapter116
/"With burning passion, yes./" he offered me a genuine, almost intimate smile, and I couldn't help but crack one myself.
What an absolute idiot, this Lucifer.
Now, the truth was, I was planning to listen to Jude, this one time in my entire life (or well... death?), and not taunt Lucifer. I really came here, ready to play along and get this over with as fast as possible...
However, this whole kneeling thing always got to me. I hated kneeling down, not just in front of a jerk like Lucifer, but Jude, or anyone actually... The only time, I'm at someone's feet is when I genuinely want to be... like when Jude beats the shit out of me, as a favour. And even then, I'm not kneeling to show my respect, I just honestly can't find it in myself to stand up.
/"What if I'd refuse?/"