[i][b][color=7ea7d8]Alastor Daeva
Dark Lord's Castle[/color][/b][/i]

Alastor was tired of waiting already. He had started wondering if any of his men were competent at all. It's not that their duties were so difficult to begin with. Maybe he should become more strict. He was about to call Zenith, the only seemingly competent man in this side of the land, and finish his duties of the day already. But right then his dogs ran towards the door and started scratching it, whining. Someone was outside, and whoever it was, they didn't seem to have the intention of entering the room. 

With a hand over his sword he opened the door, but before he could see the outsider, his two dogs rushed towards the hall and jumped over the boy that had sat there, waving their tails and licking his face. Alastor sighed. Well, at least it wasn't an enemy.

The man approached until he could see Lucifer's face, and the two dogs retreated. Alastor frowned in disapproval. His servant was sneaking around his study this late in the night and without permission? That was fairly suspicious. But if the boy had any intention of betraying him, Zenith would have already sliced his throat,  plus he didn't seem to have any ill intention, dressed in his pyjamas and curled into a ball like that, so he decided not ask him what in hell he was doing here. There was no reason to embarrass the poor boy any more. 

"This demeanor is truly shameful for a gentleman, don't you think, [i]Sir[/i] Lucifer?" His stare was cold and intense. "Where's your pride as a noble warrior?" Still, he just sheathed his sword and offered him his hand without any reproach. "Come with me, or you'll catch a cold."