Chapter 205

I was foolish, of course, to think for one moment that Lucifer might not be here and my journey to his library might be a wasted one. In my head, I'd imagined an intricate puzzle of trip wires and alarms to rival that of the Royal Mint, which I'd no doubt triggered as soon as I'd appeared outside the door to the library and maybe that wasn't far off the mark, although possibly on some kind of spiritual, nether-world level as opposed to an actual alarm system. But never-the-less, here Lucifer was, reclined on the sumptuous chaise-lounge by the fireplace with a book open on his lap. He wore a collarless white linen shirt, unbuttoned at the throat to reveal an expanse of smooth pale skin, around which a thin silver chain rested. Slim-fitting back pinstripe trousers were decorated with monochrome braces and he'd finished off the outfit with black lace-up ankle boots, perfecting that doesn't-need-to-try-too-hard indie rock god look that most wannabe indie rock gods would give t