"I dont hate you. Youre children and dont know any better. And if it hadnt been you, something else would have set off the troubles between God and me. " Lucifer shrugged. "Fathers and sons. "
"Did you have anything to do with taking my blind- fold off?"
"Why would I do that? I dont like many mortals and the few I do care for should be off living their lives, not going mad down here. You were trapped by something else. Theres a black cloud around you that I cant see through, which means I cant help you. But youre going to have to deal with it sooner or later. "
"Whos the Painted Man?"
Lucifer rolled his eyes. "The boogey man for demons. The Painted Man is the monster in the closet. Dr. Moriarty. Kayser Soze. Hes supposedly a creature of pure chaos, neither God nor angel nor demon, who one day will come to destroy us. Why do you ask?"
"No reason. I heard a demon mention him. "
"Thats all? And you called me the Prince of Lies. " -Lucifer stretched and stuck out his long legs. "Dont trouble your handsome young head, Spyder Lee, youre not the Painted Man. "
"Is Xero?"
"No, but he thinks he is and that makes him dangerous. "
"How do you know hes not?"
"If he were I would have smelled him coming. Id have tasted him. Id have heard every beat of his heart. If the Painted Man ever sets foot in Hell, Ill know it. "
Spyder looked down and saw a half-smoked cigarette lying at his feet. He picked up the butt and smoothed it straight. "Got a light?" he asked. Lucifer handed him a pink fur lighter.
"This is Lulus," said Spyder.
"She dropped it by the Bone Sea. I was
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