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. "I assume you have a good reason for coming uninvited to my home, for interrupting me, and for usurping your position," Lucifer drilled. "Yes, my Liege," Titus answered humbly. Being confident did not mean he needs to be arrogant. "I bring you news of Platitude," Titus offered as he stood. "What is your report then?" Lucifer prompted, fighting visible agitation. "We found a prophet," 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. But that excitement was 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 prompted in a slightly softer tone, his interest piqued. Lucifer listened intently 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 only work against him. "Destroy the others, but bring me the prophet alive," Lucifer ordered.
