@imjustanauthor Siger meets The Devil
Politicians were usually some of the easiest pickings there were when it came to corruption for Lucifer. Failing politicians were the some of the lowest hanging fruit and it was almost a weakness of Lucifer's to go for them. There were very few places on Earth Lucifer couldn't access, he could appear anywhere and anytime he wished but one of the more frequent and favourite places was indeed parliamentary buildings across the world.
In London, he made his way onto the Commons Terrace, a red drink he had manifested in hand and looking perfectly groomed, enough to ignore the slight breeze coming down the Thames so that he looked more put together than the MPs out on the terrace. Lucifer of course could easily and oh so casually exude extreme wealth and power, he invented the notion of pride after all and he wore that very confidence as he stalked the terrace for a target.
Siger Holmes caught his eye, a man who's ambitions lay beyond his current role as Foreign Secretary, that man wanted to be party leader and eventually Prime Minister and it was all so juicy to Lucifer. He was a particularly ruthless man and it was something that could be exploited. So, Lucifer approached, cock of the walk, elegant but commanding as he gracefully cut his way towards the MP.
"Well if it isn't Mr Holmes," he greeted with an unplaceable accent, it sounded British or at least would to Siger, it wasn't cut glass English, didn't hold a region but was eloquent and almost as comforting as a night time radio presenter. "A pleasure to meet you, a real unexpected treat, please, call me Lou." He stuck out his hand to shake, "I would be remiss in my obligations if I did not take the chance to bend your ear about some new opportunities I can see in the party's future," he beamed, doing his best to give the impression that he was a significant doner to the party and that he should know who he was which of course was not possible given he was indeed The Devil. "Would you have the time?"
