The King of the Damned lounged on a throne made of bones. "I'm waiting," Lucifer said, and his voice was like crushed glass: clear and beautiful, yet sharp enough to cut, to kill. The woman stepped forward, clasping her hands behind her back to hide how they trembled. She was one of the Fallen, and hence Lucifer had shown her favor. But, should she displease him, it would not save her from his wrath. "I've found...