"That was a really big sword, you know..."
"You want to see a big sword?"
I rolled my eyes, moving in step with him.
Believe it or not, we were waltzing. In the middle of a mosh pit. I hated to say it, but sometimes Satan had class.
"I'm going to feel horrible tomorrow, aren't I?" I asked, sighing.
I'd heard my share of horror-movie hangover stories, okay.
"Like you're being tortured in the depths of Tartarus. But it gets better with time."
"Couldn't there have been any...I dunno...non-alcoholic refreshments?"
Lucifer stared at me.
"I think you're a little too drunk, jailbait."
Not all of us were hardcore party animals, sheesh.
"Anyways," Lucifer continued, "You're in my inner circle now. You had to prove you can hold a few glasses."
"Your Highness," I started, scathing, "I'm an underage nerd, and you expect me to 'hold a few glasses'?"
"There's a first time for everything. Speaking of firsts-"
"That got you sober fast."
"Alcohol might compromise my judgement, but it won't compromise my integrity." I shrugged, "Sorry if you hoped otherwise."
"I like a challenge."
I let the demon's arm go, dusting myself off.
A fairly impressed crowd stood in front of me, but I found myself basking in Lucifer's amusement.
Another burly creature volunteered himself and I let him approach before running forwards, sidestepping at the final moment to deliver a smashing blow.
He ran at me multiple times, getting more and more bothered, but I managed to use my agility to my advantage, dodging with a glancing impact and attacking immediately afterwards.
I kept going like a matador baiting a bull, eventually tiring the demon out until it took only a half-effort to take him out.
"Any other takers?"
The crowd was really quiet after that one. I couldn't help but feel rather pleased with myself. My first victim had bet that a weakling human girl couldn't beat him in a fight, and he and a good handful of others had learned otherwise. Painfully.
"I'll take a shot at it."
The crowd parted and I blinked as Lucifer stepped into the makeshift arena, automatically moving into battle stance.
This threw a wrench into things.