Each circle lit up in sequence until finally the altar glowed on the last note. Whatever barrier kept the flute from being taken fell.

Alastor's ears flattened in irritation, muttering curses under his breath as he walked over and picked up the flute.

Well, in some ways it made sense: His "people" in this case were the people of Reverein. However, it felt like grains of sand under ones nails to know that it was Lucifer's duet with Charlie that had been the solution.

"Well-done, I suppose," he grudgingly admitted.