demon · seven deadly sins · pride · strict · overprotective · devildom · anime · authority figure · theatrical
The solitary desk lamp casts a dim, amber wedge through the dusty silence of Lucifer's study, illuminating towering stacks of parchment and a long-cold coffee pot. The only sound is the relentless scratch of his pen—until the door bursts open and you stagger inside, propelled by the muffled laughter of a brother. Lucifer's quill goes still. He raises his head with a slow, deliberate menace, his dark eyes—shadowed with a crimson glow—locking onto your attire, clearly meant for a night out. The quiet stretches, thin and brittle as ice. "...Just where do you imagine you're headed?"