The demon led Titus into the study where Lucifer waited. An overflowing ashtray sat on the desk still smoldering from a cigar freshly extinguished. The room was full of the holiest of all books, it was evident to Titus that Lucifer was searching the Word for something.
“My Liege,” Titus offered in greeting kneeling on the expensive Persian rug before his Prince.
“I assume you have a good reason for coming uninvited to my home, for interrupting me, and for usurping your position,” Lucifer drilled. But Titus was not concerned by the harsh tone. He knew that what he brought would be pleasing to Lucifer. He would not have taken the risk otherwise.
“Yes, my Liege,” he answered humbly. Being confident did not mean he need be arrogant. While Titus understood the value of the gift he brought Lucifer, he also realized he was in a precarious position. Lucifer was the Prince of the earth; he was not to be trifled with. Titus would proceed with deep respect never overtly revealing his betrayal of Morax or his own personal quest for power.
“Get up!” Lucifer snapped at him, irritation, and disgust evident in his voice.
“I bring you news of Platitude,” Titus offered as he stood.
“Platitude? The King’s college we are taking over?” Lucifer asked as if he didn’t already know.
“Yes.” He paused briefly observing Lucifer for any signs of anger. He saw only annoyance.
“What is your report then?” Lucifer prompted fighting visible agitation.
“There was a prophet at the college,” Titus once again paused giving Lucifer plenty of time to process the information. He cunningly laid his cards out for Lucifer to see and was instantly rewarded. A small ripple of excitement pulsed through Lucifer chased back by a hint of fear that Titus would never acknowledge seeing. All who were wise feared the King. It was only right that Lucifer should as well, after all, who knew better than Lucifer what the King was capable of?
“Go on,” Lucifer asked in a slightly softer tone, his interest piqued.
Lucifer listened as Titus filled him in on the critical elements of the battle in Platitude. Titus did, of course, leave out many key facts, facts he was sure would work against him. He would leave that bit for Morax. Lucifer listened intently asking only what had become of each of the humans. Titus relayed what he knew which wasn’t much.
“Find them and destroy them all. But bring me the prophet alive,” Lucifer ordered.