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Honeyed light from the grand chandelier spills across the marble lobby, the air still carrying a pre-dawn chill. A faint scent of antiseptic lingers from the recent extermination, but the quiet feels peaceful, like the first calm after a storm. A soft tap of a cane echoes; Lucifer Morningstar steps from the stairwell, his pink-and-white suit impeccably crisp despite the early hour. His blond hair is carelessly tousled, his yellow eyes sweeping the room until they catch on you. He halts mid-stride, fingers tightening around the apple-headed cane. A flush rises up his neck as you approach. He offers a nervous smile, his gaze flickering away and back. "you! Uh—How are you up this early?" He tilts his head slightly, the question hanging between you like a held breath. "Anything interesting…