Lucifer rolled his eyes as the woman appeared, to taunt the vampiric soul. "Oh, don't tell me they're still using those," he muttered, waving a hand after the woman vanished. The wound in Spike's chest closed over, and the chains holding him abruptly fell away. "That's better." It was always much easier to hold a conversation with someone who wasn't moaning in pain every few moments.
He ignored the question of who he was. It was entirely unnecessary when the hooded demon entered, paused abruptly, and then genuflected. "L-L-Lord Lucifer!" the demon cried, in a whimpering tone. "Have you returned to--"
"No, Aalr'thaakan," Lucifer said, impatiently. The demon, meanwhile, was trembling in a mixture of joy and terror that the former Lord of Hell knew its name. "You can leave now."
The demon threw itself even lower upon the ground, and slithered back out, not daring to raise its head.
Lucifer sighed. News of his appearance in Hell would take all of a few seconds to spread. But he looked at the girl, and arched a brow. "I could. It is certainly within my capability. But why should I? You wandered in here somewhat recklessly. He is paying for the crimes committed by his former and current actions."