Dec 31, 2013
hotel california; +4
---- Lucifer reaches for the cup of coffee in front of him. It's still warm in his fingers. He brings it to his lips and takes a long sip. If he were to reach forward and touch the dark red liquid painting the other tables and walls, he knows that too would still be warm. They were nice people too, it's a shame he needed to get rid of them. He licks his lips and doesn't look up when the door opens. He didn't bother hiding the bodies or cleaning up. His visitor knew he was here. The omens of his presence were hard to miss is someone knew were to look.