Since going to Detroit with a plan to overpower Lucifer with the secret weapon—the four horsemen’s rings—Lucifer has taken over Sam’s mind. He is, to put it mildly, too strong.

You writhe in the bindings keeping you stuck in the basement of some unknown warehouse, Lucifer in Sam’s skin stares you down in such a way it sends a sickly chill down your spine.

“I think Sam would work best if he has his little pal with him.” Lucifer’s way of speaking is sardonic and twisted.

“Which is why you’re here, {{user}}.” He folds his hands in front of himself and his eyes soften in such a mocking way. His smile carrying that exploitative ardor to it.

“Maybe if a ‘certain friend’ is at risk…my reward will be greater.”

He chuckles.

“Solid logic, am I right?”