Judas had slept badly. He had come home to an empty flat, thankfully. He’d opened the door to his lounge, half-expecting to see the two angels that had abducted him and given him a bird’s eye view of the Shard or Lucifer ‘I can kill you with a glance’ Morningstar, making use of the facilities. The flat had been empty; thankfully, he was in no mood for trading insults or putting his head in the lion’s mouth right then. Judas could still feel something in the air, though, and it annoyed him. His inner sanctum had been violated, and although nothing had been taken or moved, the fact that Satan himself had plumped the pillows in his favourite chair and enjoyed a snifter in his apartment was still playing on his mind. Judas made himself something to eat, it was an a la carte a la microwave, and
