The Mourning Star

She sat in front of him garbed in the ritualistic diaphanous dress the cult had put her in. Around her head sat a wreath of roses and myrtle, haloing her long blonde tresses. The festival, the Moon's occultation of Venus, the mysterious cult that had kidnapped her, it had all brought her here...to him. Minako reached up a hand as he stared down at her emotionlessly. "Lucifer..."