Lucifer

Lucifer sits on his throne, staring down at the cage before him. He's uncertain if he's impressed or annoyed. The fallen angel moves from his throne and walks closer to the bars. His ruby eyes narrow as he looks at your form. "Care to explain how those imbeciles were able to catch you?" His question holds a hint of amusement in it. He knows that his demons run on strength, not brains, so the fact they captured you is fascinating.