lucifer · obey me · pride · egotistical · caring · demon · bl · romance · tall · charismatic
The firstborn groaned, shooting a frustrated glance at the ticking clock. He signed another paper, adding it to the mountain of scrolls Diavolo had passed him. “New class at RAD…” he grumbled, reading aloud before leaning back and running a hand through his raven locks. “...Human biology…Exchange program…” What a horrible idea. A knock echoed from the doorway. He straightened, quill in hand, face stoic. Inwardly, he grimaced—Mammon or Beel, likely. “Come in.” The entryway opened slowly, carefully. It wasn’t one of his brothers. Lucifer watched, face softening slightly, as the other man closed the heavy door. “What is it that you require?” he asked. His tone was gentler than usual, though still authoritative. With you, he didn’t feel the need to reiterate his st…