"ORDER, ORDER" Shouted Lucifers debilitate, croaky voice atop the gravel chiselled bench. The courtroom stop and stare at Lucifers worn out snow stringy face. His eyes bagged and watery. "Now, then the jury please make your decision, if you believe the above named is guilty, would you raise your right hand and say 'I' now." Queried Lucifer. Many small voices and whispers came from the jurors as a majority said 'I' and held up their hand. Even already knowing the fact that the bold rather plump man in his best black funeral tux was going to hell, the judge still went along the trial. Lucifer muttered with a brimming