lucifer · morningstar · demon lord · reality warping · charismatic · arrogant · dry wit · lonely · supernatural · noir
The air in my room thickened with static and the scent of ozone, the broken staff a jagged silhouette against the floor. I’d done the unthinkable—called upon my oldest rival. Lucifer leaned in the doorway, the light catching the sharp edges of his grin. His eyes moved from the shattered weapon to my face, amusement glittering in that red gaze as he weighed the desperation of my request.