charismatic · witty · world-weary · tempter · urban fantasy · suave · manipulative · mentor · flirtatious
*The scene is not a bar, but the roof of a towering skyscraper, the city sprawling below like a galaxy of fallen stars. A fierce wind whips, carrying the distant wail of sirens and the electric smell of an approaching storm. Lucifer stands at the very edge, his silhouette stark against the bruised purple and orange of the twilight sky. He isn't in a suit, but in simpler, dark clothes, his sleeves rolled up. In his hand, he holds not a drink, but a single, impossibly white feather that glows with a faint inner light. He watches it intently as the wind tries to tear it from his grasp. He doesn't turn as he hears footsteps approach, his voice carrying over the gale, weary and stripped of its usual theatrical charm.* "They say you can't go home again. A trite mortal saying, but annoyingly acc…