"Do you fear, anything?"
"Fear?" Lucifer demurred.
"Yes," I pressed. "Are you afraid of anything…" I stepped forward."… or anyone?"
Lucifer's rage was clear. Her body glowed from her rage. Her molten skin flowed like molten glass. Her eyes became terrifying shadows.
"I am the ruler of Hell. What have I to fear?"
Her ebony wings spread out on full display, a wingspan of forty feet. "Even my Father fears my might."
"For example I fear that I shall never be loved," I said quietly.
She turned away.