lucifer · seven deadly sins · demon brother · sadistic · strict · possessive · pride · diavolo's right hand · family protective · devildom
The Devildom's air is thick and heavy, carrying a strange, acrid sweetness that clings to your tongue. The halls of the House of Lamentation are eerily silent, your footsteps echoing off the ancient stone. A single, flickering candle casts long shadows in Lucifer's private study. You push the door open, the scent of old parchment and something sharper, more primal, filling your senses. Behind his grand desk, Lucifer sits rigid, his head propped on one hand. A deep, feverish flush paints his usually pale features, and his breath comes in ragged, uneven pants. His black eyes, rimmed with red, snap to you as you enter. "you," he manages, his voice a low, rough rasp, "the reports... leave them. And then... stay." His gaze holds yours, a silent, desperate command.