When Lucifer spoke again, there was something unearthly in his tone - a growl, as if it came down from the very bowels of the Hell he had once governed. "I am Lucifer Morningstar," he snarled, starting towards the man, "And if you get anywhere near Octavia or Duke again I will rend you limb from limb and cast you into boiling lava one piece at a time!"

Plan? Duke had a plan?

He'd forgotten, with rage coursing through his veins.