On that night, nobody dared to even look at Lucifer the wrong way. None of the Gods or the subjects of Olympus came out to threaten him. The guards bowed their heads as a show of respect to welcome the guest, flower petals were thrown at his feet by beautiful nymphs as he walked in, and he was overall, treated as a royal guest.
Regardless of the countless times that that some of a bitch, had touched, with his filthy, disgusting hands—
Jim snapped out of it. He reminded himself to be nice. A tranquil gaze rested on his face, he was going to be nice. Or else his plan wouldn't work.
He held a hand out to Lucifer. "It's so nice of you to make it," he said.