In the melancholic rain, a sleek sedan came to a drifting halt in front of Asmodeus's mansion.
A hurried Lucifer climbed out of the car and rushed to the main door. His shoulders were broad and his steps disciplined like that of a soldier.
Waiting for him in front of the house was Beelzebub, dressed entirely in black like his brother.
"How long has it been?" Lucifer asked.
Beelzebub followed him inside the mansion, skirting around the mountain of corpses strewn around.
"At least seven hours according to the doctor."
Beelzebub guided him to the bedroom where the body was left untouched.
"We haven't cleaned anything yet."
The place was a mess.
Flies were swirling around the pair of bodies. Congealed blood was everywhere, and it smelled awfully rancid.
Lucifer scrunched his nose.
"Who's the girl?"
"One of his prostitutes." Beelzebub walked up and nudged the dead girl with his foot. "She had been missing for a while now."
