'So, perfect love and perfect trust in one's mate  kills Lilim' Napoleon mused, brushing the fine layer of soot and ash off him. He felt unclean after the contact with it, and longingly gazed to to the shower, but he had a mission to complete that was far more
urgent....

In the meantime, Lucifer himself stared into a bowl of  brine, seeing one of his creations gone sour turn to ash and dust. He sighed, and swept the archaic relic off the kitchen counter and into the sink. He did not need it to scry, but sometimes preferred the nostalgia of brine to plain water. 'Sometimes', he mused, 'this job just get's downright nasty'

Slowly the former archangel sat down with a cup of tea, to think and to scheme, in his appartment in New York.

He stood before his tabletop map of the world, (in 3D of course), and moved a few pins. One black pin he removed, one white one remained. As he was doing this, a gorgeous looking redhead walked in, kissing him on the lips. "so how was your day, darling?" she murmered seductively. Lucifer sighed. "Bad my dear, bad. If God himself  hadn't asked me to take on the role of fallen angel I wouldn't have. But as it is... " He got a wicked gleam in his eyes. Eyeing his wife he asked "are you doing
anything this evening, my dear?".