She stirred quietly, eventually opening her eyes. Mephisto was the first thing Magma saw.
"How was your rest, my love?" asked Mephisto, no sign of drowsiness in his voice.
"Very good," she answered. She wished that he could sleep. A smirk broke out on her face. "But never mind that, I think I know how we should spend the here and now."
"I feel not in the mood for that," Mephisto replied. "Perhaps after lunch." Magma was only happy to abide by that.
"Okay then. Not like it's the only thing we can do," she said and leaned in to kiss his neck. He draped his arms tightly around her.
Almost a full hour later, Magma left the bedroom in her fiery form. She made her way downstairs, to the dining hall. A young girl who was watching the kitchen staff was the first thing she spotted there.
"Mind if I join you?" Magma called out, amused. The girl smiled at the sound and turned to face her.
"Hello, mother," Malevolence greeted her. "And yes, I would be happy to share a meal." The kitchen staff was quick to oblige, delivering Magma a plateful of meat and Malevolence three.
Malevolence gleefully chowed down on her steaks, a smile on Magma's face as she watched. Not even Andras or Marchosias were that eager, she mused.
"Do you or father have anything planned?" Malevolence asked, after her fifth serving. Her eyes were fixed on the servants who was preparing her sixth.
"Not especially," Magma replied. "It's just going to be a normal day."
The girl's smile didn't diminish. "Then can I try damning a soul?"
Magma looked surprised. "That one was almost clever." Malevolence beamed. "The only answer you will get from me is what your father has already given you - when you're older, Malevolence."
The demon child pouted at that. "You let Mephista do it."
"Yes, because Mephista is older," Magma pointed out.
"Then can I at least go to one of the Fifth Circle shows?" Malevolence asked hopefully.
So that was what she was fishing for. "Still no, but nice try." Malevolence pouted again.