Demon Party

[Frisk E. Coyote]

The doors to the 'special room' Alexis was in swung open loudly, revealing Abraxas' excited form. "Oh my, a beastgirl!" He exclaimed, sneering at Alexis sadistically, like his genesisday (read: birthday) had come early. Zarka peered at her from between his master's legs, making sure the room was safe for the noble.

Lucifer nodded the shy waitress, Mika, taking one and popping into his mouth. He grinned widely (maybe. It was hard to tell with a form that had no lips.) upon the arrival of Demitri, who was of at least equal status to him as the king of Makai. Things always got livelier when that guy was around, whether it was just a few good laughs or an all out war between the underworlds.

The Devil cocked one of his goat ears as he felt a slight bump against him, and turned around to see what it was. He thought there was nothing there until he bowed his head, spotting Nyu, sitting on her back. As capricious as he was, Lucifer offered his arrow-tipped, black, leathery tail to her in place of his hand, to help her up. "Hello there." He folded his muscular arms over his powerful chest. "And who's tantalizing soul may you be?"

"Words, words, Akuma..." Lillith tickled his chin seductively. "Why not retreat to your chambers where we can have some privacy, huh?" She winked.