The Devil whipped his sword through the air, slinging gold blood off of it, onto the ground. "That's forty-five! Improve upon that, Sam. Samael?"
"Assistance, Luc!" Samael shouted, grappling with an angel that had him by the throat.
Lucifer sighed, shaking his head as he flew towards his friend. "You are the most useless warrior I have ever commanded, but you do know where to find the best mead."
