Lucifer appeared with a puff of smoke and a grin on his face. "Oh, yes. I'm all about fairness, little angel. And I do so love to make deals. Now. You want Anaele back, is that right?" He snapped his fingers and a shimmering form appeared, of a blond boy with spiky hair and electric blue eyes. "Well, here he is. I will give him back to your world, in exchange for you! How fair is that? One of my best offers, I would say."
Simon sat bolt upright, realizing exactly where Razielle had gone. "Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit." He scrambled off the couch, shoving on his shoes, grabbing his keys and running down the stairs. He looked like a madman, he was sure, but he went through the ritual to get to Hell, and tumbled into the sand. Standing up, he took three deep breaths to avoid vomiting, and shook out his clothes. From where he was standing, he could see Razielle and Anaele. He stopped walking toward them, shocked. He didn't expect this. This was unfair. How was he supposed to choose between Razielle and Anaele? After a moment, he had made his choice. He stepped between Lucifer and Razielle and said in a low voice, "If you lay even a finger on him, I'll take your heart out with a spoon."
Lucifer laughed. "Oh, dear, dear me. Razielle, it seems your boyfriend here has some objections!" To Simon, he said, "How do you think Anaele here feels? To see you pick some nobody over your best friend?"
Simon tightened his jaw and said, "I've made my choice." His hands began turning black, showing his anger.