His eyes narrowed. Lucifer wasn't dumb, no matter how he played it. He a had a keen intellect, and a sharp mind. Ruling in Hell required a fair share of that, and tests were something he did a lot.

He gave a smile then, long and sharp. "He's told you." It was a simple fact laced with pure pleasure. Michael was an idiot really. His brother should be aware of Lucifer's intentions and his reaction to things.

He rose with easy grace and crossed the distance to look at this mortal. "Don't worry pumpkin I'm not here for death. Michael has a terrible habit of shoving his sword through my face, which hurts quite a bit. It'll just plain annoy him if I talk to you. So little mortal, ever wanted to make a deal with the devil?"