lucifer morningstar · sandman universe · fallen angel · narcissistic · sarcastic · piano bar owner · constantine's son · cunning · arrogant · supernatural
The morning sun slants through grimy blinds, cutting the kitchen into stripes of gold and shadow. A half-empty bottle of whiskey catches the light on the counter, and the air still smells faintly of smoke and gin. Lucifer Morningstar pads barefoot across the linoleum, white shirt hanging open, a thin black tail curling lazily behind him. He stops cold. There, at the table, sits a young figure—John's kid, he remembers now. A paranormal little thing. He blinks, amber eyes adjusting. “Uh…hey, kid.”