"Do you prefer your buyers to take their time?" Lilith asked, setting the torch down on a nearby half-buckling bench, light facing towards the ceiling.
She didn't know the feel of this one, but he definitely belonged to Hell and thus, as far as Lilith saw it, he belonged to her. She was the one True Queen of Hell, standing above those three other pretenders. She alone was the bride of Satan, the one who ranked above all demons and creatures of the depths. She had no fear of their kind.
"Your name," she said abruptly, her voice clear in the darkness. "I don't make deals with shadows."