Every single time I feel like it can’t be worse he proves me wrong, come on going to dinner?
What is going on inside his head, I don’t understand, one minute he’s torturing me and the next he’s taking me out for dinner.
I feel like he’s just messing with my head, but he’s worried about his brother coming so I feel like I can actually use that for my benefit.
As we walk outside I notice him calling one of the guys that were standing outside.
They seem like bodyguards or something. I don’t know what he needs bodyguards for, he’s the devil so I don’t understand what he’s afraid of but okay.
The guy he called comes closer to us and kneels as he reaches Lucifer’s side.
This is messed up.
“Get the car.”
“Yes sir.”
We wait for around 5 minutes and the car is here.
Not just any car, it
