A Room full of Candles...

The first thing Lucifer noticed was just how dark the room itself was.

The only real source of light was the candles that circled the pentagram that she was standing on, as well at candles being held by the multiple figures standing around it----- Oh.

She immediately straightened herself up, In a instinctive attempt to keep her posture as she felt the numerous pairs of eyes, all glued on her.

She cautiously scanned her surroundings. From what little she could see, it seemed some sort of basement or attic.

Everyone who was there was wearing pitch black robes.

They all had their hoods on, but their faces were being illuminated by the candles in their hands. Thanks to that, she could see that most, if not all of them, were men.

She could also see the look in their faces. There was no doubt in her mind they didn't expect whatever they were doing to actually work.

"M-my brothers! Your devotion for the lord of darkness wasn't for nothing, as you all have witnessed with your very eyes!" A voice ringed through the room, calling everyone's attention.

She turned her head to look at the man speaking. He was standing in a small platform, so that everyone in the room could see him.

"At last, the great prince of darkness has answered our prayers..."

Unknown to Lucifer, the corner of her lips curled up slightly at the leader's words of admiration.

'Well, for all their faults, at least they could recognize my grandeur...' She thought to herself.

For as much as Lucifer believed that humans were inferior creatures, she just couldn't help feeling good about the praises she was receiving, like any good queen should receive---

"And has granted one of his servants, FOR OUR UNDYING DEVOTION!"

The entire cult cheered, throwing their fists in the air.

Lucifer, however, was standing perfectly still and in complete, dead silence.

"...what... the fuck?" She murmured under breath, barely audible at all.

'Ser... Servant?' The word was echoing in her head. 'These mouth breathers are in front of the queen of Hell herself, and they mistake me for some maid or something?!'

She was pulled from her train of thought when the cult leader lifted her face with a finger to her chin.

"To waste such gift..." He took off his hood, revealing his face. For human standards, he was probably pushing 50. "It would be as if disrespecting our lord himself!"

To Lucifer, it was pretty obvious what they were planning to do. Her face was starting to burn crimson...