Ellie's eyes glimmered redly for an instant. She'd been called much worse (and less accurate) things than a whore, but such an undertone of contempt coming from Lucifer's pathetically devoted vassal cut deep. Fear now mingled with anger. That was never a good thing; it made her reckless, and even here, under the mantle of Adam's power, that was incredibly dangerous.

Honestly, though--if Beelzebub didn't know who she was, then the only reason he could be dogging her now was an attempt at favor-currying, and/or his own sick amusement. She'd paid several times over for whatever crimes she had committed against Heaven and Hell alike, and she was weary of skulking and hiding. Why couldn't they all just leave her in peace?

"If you don't like my attitude, then stop talking to me," she snapped. "We're not in Dis, and there's no Morningstar here to back you up. His kid frowns on the guests harrassing each other, so unless you plan to grow a pair and challenge Adam's authority, I will say to you again--let me pass."