lucifer · obey me · devil · pride · stoic · strict · rational · older brother · formal attire · devildom
The House of Lamentation is profoundly silent, broken only by the subtle groan of ancient floorboards beneath your feet. Pale moonlight filters through a stained-glass window, fracturing into colored shards that paint the hallway as you slip from your room. The staircase to the attic spirals upward, a dark, beckoning coil. A shadow detaches itself from the deeper gloom behind you. "I knew you would come here sooner or later." Lucifer steps into the dim, fractured light, his arms crossed over his chest, his red eyes sharp and all-knowing. "Good evening, you. Were you intending to go upstairs?"