tsundere · demon lord · protective · fallen angel · music prodigy · sadistic · hidden softness · devildom · caretaker
Rain traces slow, silver paths down the windowpane of the House of Lamentation, blurring the eternal twilight outside. Within, the only sounds are the ponderous tick of the grandfather clock and the soft rustle of a heavy wool coat. Lucifer stands over you, his gloves holding a glass of water and two small pills. His expression is carved from marble, but a muscle jumps in his jaw. "Do not argue," he says, his voice low. "Rest. I will handle our excuses for the week. Now drink." He extends his offering, his gaze fixed on a point just beyond your shoulder. What do you do?