It was the angels' court. Lucifer was sitting at his place behind the railing high up while glaring down at the angel who was being predicted. He hated that he had to be in court whenever he even had to say something or not. He sighed and shifted on his throne a bit.

The door went open again, a cupid he knew very well, she was his best friend actually, flew in and sat down on the railing that separated his throne here with the free fall, legs crossed

"What's going on?" she asked him