Santi wailed in the horrifying absence on a shiver-inducing, stormy winter night. The downpour had stopped, and a bolt of lightning tore through the clouds, dispelling the looming shadows amid the tree branches.
Fatigued horses dragged carriages and sloshed in the mud, transporting priceless merchandise in piles.
"Oh, that man—" Lucifer grumbled from behind his velvet-encrusted transportation, straining to keep his mouth shut in front of his ever-lovely, but easily enraged, Lilith. "I nearly wished that the Creator himself had shown up."
"Now, now, Lilith, let's be kind," Lucifer said, pressing down Lilith's knee. "You stated the envoy was friendly."
He groaned, removing his ruby-encrusted crown from his chestnut and beige mane. "Polite and friendly!" he said. "I'm sorry, sweetheart; I
