No, wait for the time to be right.

Dago wasn’t the most cunning, but he knew an opportunity when one nearly slapped him in the face. He had seen how **** Marian got, even with potions and willpower aids. He wasn’t sure if Lucifer would last longer or for less time, but he’d just have to wait. He already knew the pie Lucifer got was part of that fruit, cocky bastard. Dago moved away from the door and quickly ran from the banquet hall.

For the next few days, Dago had found himself a place working in the Pride castle with the two women in the kitchen. They didn’t ever seem aware that he wasn’t Leopold and he hadn’t seen the **** by that name since then. He figured the poor soul was being sold out to whoever was infected by the Fruit of Life, with lackluster results, he was sure. The women usually sent him to go fetch things and to do simple things in the kitchen than anyone could figure out.

Eventually, the news that the **** Leopold hadn’t been successful was the hot rumor around the castle. The women chatted with him about it as though he were Leopold. Dago still wasn’t sure if they were insane or knew he wasn’t Leopold, but were helping him out. It was pretty public that the ‘master’ was in an extremely foul mood and was searching for the culprit. Dago figured that was about the time he should make his move.

He stole away from the kitchen with a small knife and made his way to what was publicly known as ‘the master’s’ favorite study. He didn’t bother knocking. He opened up the door and shut it behind him. He had to bite his tongue to prevent himself from laughing at the sight in front of him.

Lucifer was sitting at a desk, very obviously getting serviced by someone underneath of it. He looked very angry and frustrated; his hands were gripping at someone’s hair that Dago couldn’t see.

“You! How the fuck did you get in here?” Lucifer snarled.

“Having a bit of trouble in bed?” Dago said with a smirk. He couldn’t himself, this was too funny.

Lucifer growled angrily, sounding like a caged lion. That was pretty appropriate; Dago had seen lions roaming the place, like house pets.

“You’ve got the wrong person for your fruit cure, I would know,” Dago said.

Lucifer’s eyebrows shot up to his hairline and then his eyes narrowed to dangerous slits, “You!”

He made the motion to pull the **** under the desk off of his dick, but Dago stopped him, “Don’t move or I stake myself in the heart and you’ve got a problem for the rest of your existence.”

Dago had already considered that bit, he wasn’t about to be ****. He was serious, too, considering what he was going to ask for. He had an all or nothing mentality to this ace in the hole.

“Name your price,” Lucifer said through grit teeth.

The lord of Pride really, really didn’t like to be outsmarted by anyone or by anything. It was a dangerous line to tread by anyone, but by now he was feeling Marian’s pain and more, being half guilty of lust.

“I want a contract, one that says you will give me Marian Havas’ soul when he dies, no interference on your part,” Dago said, carefully.

“Never!” Lucifer growled, angrily standing up from his desk.

Dago carefully lifted his knife and angled it over his heart. He wasn’t about to play games here and he knew that Lucifer must be pretty **** to even ask what the price was. Lucifer’s eyes narrowed further and he picked up a pen off of his desk. He began to scribble a few things on a stray piece of paper and signed it.

“You must be willing to do so for my guests as well,” Lucifer said in a voice as low as a snake’s hiss.

Dago approached Lucifer’s desk carefully and picked up the contract. Lucifer was offering him a pen and a **** glare.

“You can sign this and I’ll try to kill you until I succeed, or you can take another offer,” Lucifer said, thinking quickly.