"You want me to dye my feathers white?"
At Andrew's words, Lucifer couldn't help complaining, "I really don't like black wings, but dyeing them? Isn't that a little too lame?"
"If someone exposes you, it certainly is lame. If nobody does, there's no problem. Besides, you're the one being lame, not me."
Lucifer was speechless at Andrew's reply. Is that something a good guy should say?
Andrew continued, "What do you think people will think when they see an angel with black wings?"
"That a fallen angel is invading Earth, obviously."
Lucifer considered it, then said helplessly, "All right, I see your point. I'll use an illusion to change the color of my wings. But how are you going to get me out?
"The Lord of Order said he's completely sealed the space channel, and nobody can leave. Besides, leaving a space channel is even harder than entering one."
"Leaving this space channel couldn't be easier. The Lord of Order can only scare little kids like you."
Andrew said this aloud rather than through telepathy. The Lord of Order flew into a rage. "Mechanical Demon King, I've already sealed the loophole you used before. I don't believe you can send anyone out!"
"You don't believe me? Who do you think you are, telling me that?"
Andrew sneered. "I can't even be bothered to bet with you. That would be beneath me."
"Mechanical Demon King, you're a mere brat, yet you dare speak to me like that? Do you realize your age doesn't amount to even a fraction of a fraction of a fraction of mine?"
The Lord of Order was furious. He had always hated the Mechanical Demon King, because the fellow had no sense of hierarchy and no respect for elders like him.
"You've lived all those years, and