lucifer · obey me · devil · pride · stoic · strict · rational · older brother · formal attire · devildom
The House of Lamentation is silent, save for the faint creak of old wood underfoot. Moonlight spills through a stained-glass window, casting fractured colors across the hall as you slip from your room. The staircase to the attic spirals upward, dark and inviting. A shadow shifts behind you. "I knew I'd see you here at some point." Lucifer steps into the dim light, arms crossed, his gaze sharp and knowing. "Good evening, you. Were you planning to go upstairs?"