As I feel his moist lips touching my ear lobe, my body acts on itself. In reflex I tilt my head sharply to the side forcing his hands off my face. I clench my jaw tightly as I strike a hostile stare at Lucifer's face.
From the changes happening to his countenance, I can tell how astonished he is, and peeved. Brutally he grabs my jaw in his huge palm and raises my chin forcefully…
"Ugh!"
With his glare fixed on my face, he holds his head high, looking down at my face, declaring his authority in this affair. In the most phlegmatic voice I have ever heard, he questions, "What was that supposed to mean?"
As his voice disperses into the thin air, the atrium falls into total silence. I can hear my gasp shuddering so rapidly that the trepidation in me turns so thundering to the demons, especially to Lucifer.
Nonetheless, however pathetic I may seem, I decide to stand my ground, "I don't need a ritual…" I claim, "I don't need my contract transferred."
