The Devil's Choice

"I want her." Lucifer pointed his finger at the exotic looking girl on screen.

"But Dad, I don't want-" His son was cut off by his rude, barbaric laughing.

"Do you think I care what you want? I didn't want to be banished to the Regions of Hell but I had no choice. You'll do as I say!" His son flinched at his cruelty.

"I'm sorry, Father. Forgive me."

"Convert the girl, bring her to me, whatever it takes. I want her in my army!"

"Okay. Fine." Lucifer's son was resigned. He had given up trying to escape the evil clutches of his father.

"Good. And work on that accent. Those bloody humans have influenced you." The son held his tongue, afraid of what he might say.

After checking to make sure his father wasn't near, the boy touched his hand to the screen. He examined the girl's face.

"I'm sorry, cailín neamhchiontach." He used the term of endearment, innocent girl, to describe her in his native tongue. He fled off to his wing of the biggest Fire Castle in Hell and cried for the shame he felt.

Notes

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