The son had entered the room of The Pianist, though with great effort placed into doing so. He looked up, and The Pianist, whom was still playing, looked right back, his face glowing lightly.
"Who are you?" The Pianist whispered, his lips barely parting yet his voice thundering like war drums.
"Lucifer, of my father's namesake," The Son responded. "Who are you?"
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