Lucifer smiled, eyes closed, leaned back in a throne-like chair in the home he’d made for himself. Moved away, to Russia, Moscow. It was nice, it was cold, it was alone. No one to be dealing with, sans on the ocasions that his brothers or some demon decided to pay him an unwanted visit. The only company Lucifer had been keen to enjoy was that of the snow leopard he’d decided would make a good pet, the animal wearing a jeweled collar about its neck. Even with that pet, he rarely liked being close to it unless he was in his own feline form.