Perched atop a chipped alcove overseeing the execution gallows and stocks area, Lucifer watched as the head of his previous employer was severed from it’s lifeform, the fibers of his skin nothing more then thin paper to the massive execution axe. For a few seconds, Lucifer could see the eyes and mouth of the head continue to move as the brain of Bryan’s body attemptly valiently to keep it’s life systems intact. Then, with a finishing gasp, his pupils turned a milky white. The blood spewed from the severed neck of the corpse for a few seconds before subsiding.
Lucifer closed his eyes slightly at the sight of the blood. Through the slit in his eyes, he watched as pitiful, raggy servants retrieved the body and dragged it away. The executioner, a large, rotund, built man, left the area, smirking. The King turned away from the stocks with a flourish of his red robe, his wenchs following him closely.
Sighing slightly, Lucifer turned and leapt down onto the ground, sprinting away, his short silver cape flashing in the sunlight before disappearing.
He arrived at a patch of trees near the outskirts of the kingdom city, where upper class brick houses met lower class straw huts and mounds. Following a hidden grassy knoll, he arrived at a small digout in the ground, surrounded by random trees and rocks. It was almost perfectly camouflaged with the rest of nature. Crouching down, he felt along the dirt floor. Finding his objective, he pulled.
A series of knocks and clinks leaded to a hidden trap door popping open after a few seconds. Dropping down the hole, the door latched itself closed again, set on a mechanical timer.
Lucifer wandered the underground sewers with no light, using only his hands and sense of direction. Reaching an obscure wall, he bent down once more and pulled at another labyrinth skull key wedged in the floor. The wall slid open, pouring light into the sewer. Lucifer stepped into his home and closed the door behind him. Walking straight ahead, he knelt beside the bed and grasped his mother’s hands. Her eyes were closed but she murmured almost unintelligible words as he touched her.
“Are you hungry, Mother?”