Lust, or Abigail, if her card was to be believed (and believe it she did since the creator was never one to lie(it was his biggest flaw)) sighed after the man, who called himself the face of god, left so quickly, as all holy messengers did. None of them ever wanted to stay around and talk. Sure, the odds were he, as was the case for most of the loyal ones, wouldn't have had anything particularly amusing to tell her, but he seemed particularly wrathful for an angel so maybe he had some pretty nifty ideas for how hell could've been pushed up a notch or two; it was the 'innocent' who always had the best ideas for torture after all.
Once the angel was gone Lust turned her attention back to the other demons and frowned. Despite nobody looking like anything of their past selves Lust could recognize the faces and had a fair idea of what was coming. Even in a brand new world, with all new bodies they had things to complain about. Which, in itself wasn't bad, but only if he led towards actions, big actions, the kinds with bodies and bits of rubble falling from the blood red sky for hours or even days afterwards. She didn't feel like this was going to be one of those situations, at all. Mostly because Wrath was still out cold on the floor.
Then, something came to her and the old twitch of curiosity that warmed her on so many of the fabled cold days in hell came upon her like the shadows of the angels of death as they flew down to meet the demons in war. "Hey," she said to nobody in particular. "What's school? Did the angel explain any of that, at least or is this one of those cases were the people upstairs just assume we know everything?"
Once the angel was gone Lust turned her attention back to the other demons and frowned. Despite nobody looking like anything of their past selves Lust could recognize the faces and had a fair idea of what was coming. Even in a brand new world, with all new bodies they had things to complain about. Which, in itself wasn't bad, but only if he led towards actions, big actions, the kinds with bodies and bits of rubble falling from the blood red sky for hours or even days afterwards. She didn't feel like this was going to be one of those situations, at all. Mostly because Wrath was still out cold on the floor.
Then, something came to her and the old twitch of curiosity that warmed her on so many of the fabled cold days in hell came upon her like the shadows of the angels of death as they flew down to meet the demons in war. "Hey," she said to nobody in particular. "What's school? Did the angel explain any of that, at least or is this one of those cases were the people upstairs just assume we know everything?"