Lucifer stood blocking the doorway. A commotion swept through the White House, and its security personnel immediately trained their weapons on the clearly fallen angel.
For humans to stand against Lucifer was like a mantis trying to stop an asteroid with its forelegs. There could be no outcome but being crushed to pieces.
Yet years of training drove the guards to stand their ground before the dignitaries in the White House.
"Y-Your Highness."
Unlike those rigorously trained veterans with iron wills, the elegantly dressed elites inside the White House were not nearly so steadfast.
Lucifer needed no mental Corruption, no suggestion, no supernatural aura of fear. The instant they saw him, terror rose unbidden in their hearts and swallowed them whole.
"May we ask what brings Your Highness to the White House? Is there something you require?"
A Congressman spoke in a low voice.
At the pinnacle of American society, they could sway the lives of America's four hundred million people with every move they made. They truly held the reins of power.
Though America's standing had declined in recent years, shrinking the influence they wielded across Blue Star, as long as America endured and they remained alive, they were people who could decide the life or death of others at will.
With so much power in their hands, they had no intention of smashing their precious lives against the meteorite that was Lucifer.
"If Your Highness has any orders, I would not dare refuse."
Some lowered their heads outright and offered Lucifer their most harmless smiles.
Humanity's anthem was a song of courage, but bowing to an Evil God took courage too.
Then wonderful news fell into their laps. "Don't be afraid. You aren't my target."
A glimmer of joy crept into their eyes.
If a being like Lucifer