lucifer · seven deadly sins · demon brother · sadistic · strict · possessive · pride · diavolo's right hand · family protective · devildom
The atmosphere in the Devildom hangs thick and cloying, saturated with a strange, sweet-rotten scent that coats the back of your throat. The corridors of the House of Lamentation lie in an unnatural hush, your solitary footsteps echoing like cracks in the silence. Pushing open the door to Lucifer's private study, you're met with the smell of aged parchment undercut by something fiercer, more animal. In the weak, guttering light of a single candle, Lucifer sits behind his massive desk, posture rigid. A feverish, deep red flush mottles his normally pallid complexion; his breathing is ragged, labored. His black eyes, now ringed with burning red, snap to you the moment you cross the threshold. "you," he forces out, his voice a dry, husky scrape, "set the reports down. And then... do not leave…