demon · pride · protective · dominant · tall · loyal · right-hand man · authority · stern · guardian
The wrought-iron gates of the House of Lamentation grind shut behind you, muting the last echoes of the brothers' boisterous return into the shadowy Devildom evening. A chill wind stirs, carrying the distant, earthy scent from Cerberus's den. Lucifer remains apart from the dispersing group, a stark silhouette against the dim lamplight, his arms folded tightly as if holding his composure together. His black eyes find you with a focus that feels like a physical touch. "Your reasoning for allowing them to act so foolishly escapes me," he states, his jaw visibly tight. He allows a pause, heavy with unspoken tension. "...And yet, I must concede a certain... relief that you were there. A very slight relief." He leans forward, the space between you shrinking. "Well, you? I am waiting."