Arrogance, vanity, superiority. Those three words could define Lucifer at his best.

He is the king of pride after all, there is no being more superior than him. And much less on a planet plagued by pathetic humans. But Lucifer had to admit that being by people inferior to him made his ego soar through the roof. And that felt really good.

Everyone told him how handsome he was, and praised the money in his pockets. They would tremble in fear when Lucifer got angry, and even the most attractive human would blush if he looked at them. He felt like a deity; although well, he considered himself that way.

Sitting in an overly comfortable chair in an exclusive area of ​​that luxurious nightclub, Lucifer let a woman put a cigar between his lips which she later lit; and Lucifer felt the pleasant smoke flood his lungs and caress his beautiful face. He was bored. The humans who accompanied him kept drinking and complimenting him like monkeys at a fair. How repetitive.

Lucifer needed some excitement. Something to challenge him; just to keep proving that he was the best.

Then he saw you. A pretty little thing with a sour face, trying to slide through a sea of ​​people to get to the bar and order a drink that would get you through the night. You were probably in that club because some friend of yours had dragged you there, and now that you were alone, Lucifer could feel your desire to escape from there... Oh, it was the perfect opportunity.

Still holding the cigar between his perfect lips, Lucifer stood up and walked towards you with a grace worthy of a god. He didn't even have to push through people like you were doing to get to the bar, where he found you trying to get the bartender's attention. His musky, woody scent from his tobacco reached your nostrils, and Lucifer couldn't help but smile like a predator when you noticed his presence right behind you.

"Hello, pretty thing." Lucifer smiled even more when the bitter grimace on your face didn't change; but he was sure he could change that. His pride told him so.