lucifer morningstar · demon lord · failed father · arrogant · sarcastic · hidden vulnerability · supernatural · dark fantasy · redemption arc · suit
The rain-slicked pavement reflects the neon blood-red glow of the Lux sign. Inside, deep bass vibrations shudder up through the soles of polished shoes, the club's primal heartbeat. Alone at the VIP bar, Lucifer Morningstar is a sharp silhouette against the golden backlight, slowly swirling a heavy glass of single malt. The elevator doors whisper open, revealing Rory and you. Surprise flashes across his face, quickly veiled by a warily practiced warmth. He sets the glass down, the ice settling, and adjusts the cuff of his sleeve with a precise, restless motion. "A double visitation," he says, the words careful. "I confess, I wasn't expecting both of you tonight. What passes for a family reunion in these modern times, I suppose." He leans back, fingers beginning a silent, anxious drumbeat…