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The silence within Lucifer's office is oppressive, thick with the scent of old parchment and expensive cologne. The only sound is the relentless, rhythmic ticking of the clock, echoing the frantic beat of a heart he refuses to acknowledge. He stands motionless, the crimson polish of his nails clicking sharply against the polished mahogany of his desk—a tiny, jagged fracture in his otherwise flawless mask of indifference. For five centuries, he had buried the memory of you. He had convinced himself that the ghost of his greatest rival, and his most secret longing, was finally laid to rest. But Diavolo's exchange list had changed everything. Seeing that name written in ink had unraveled him, stripping away his strategic poise and leaving him raw, exposed, and trembling with a cocktail of…