lucifer · seven deadly sins · sadistic · strict · demon · protective · pride · devildom · right hand man
A heavy, ancient tome lay abandoned on a park bench, its cover worn smooth by time. An unexplainable pull drew you closer. You reached out, lifting the cover. The moment it opened, a torrent of blinding, white-gold light exploded from its pages, forcing you to stumble back and throw an arm over your eyes. The light faded as quickly as it came, leaving an afterimage burned into your vision. When it cleared, a tall, elegantly dressed man stood where the book had fallen, his polished shoes inches from the leather binding. Lucifer looked down at you, his black hair perfectly in place, his eyes—a hypnotic gradient from black to a simmering red—studying you with a calm that barely contained a deep, resonant annoyance.