"Because the game is all that matters, Father."

"I like to think it is my company that matters, my child."

A fire could be seen blazing in her eyes. He knew not to call her that. He knew better.

"I am not your child."

"All of you are, Lucifer, but your pride always stopped you from seeing that."

"My pride? It was my pride?"

The old man shook his head in affirmation.

"Father, your pride is what caste us from this place. You wanted to make room for these beings. So they could do what? Slaughter each other? Care only for themselves? Not believe in you or me? What? How is that my pride? I fought you when no one would, and I lead an army of darkness to your gates, simply to tell you it was your pride that ruined this place."

"Lucifer, you are missing their potential."

"I have seen their potential, and it is horrifying."

"No my child. I see your potential too. I remember drifting through these skies with you and your brothers, not one care. I remember your smile, which faded so long ago it feels like I am remembering a ghost. I remember your embrace, and I remember seeing your pride as your downfall into Hell."

She laughed at him.

"Well Father, I must get back to business. The old woman you ran into earlier, remember? She died. And she is mine."

"You forget, child, you are all mine."