For once in his life, the fallen angel couldn't remember a single thing. Usually he'd wake up and hate his life, wondering why he existed in the first place when he just served to screw everything up. But today, he woke up with no recollection of his life, nothing about his fall from Heaven, his ex-wife abandoning him, or even his daughter.

His mind was entirely blank as he slowly sat up, instinctively reaching for his head only to find that bandages were wrapped around it. That's..odd.. he thought to himself, his mind blurred when he tried to remember how he got here.

As he took the blanket off of him, he tilted his head with the discovery of the red goat hooves and soft white fur that covered his legs up to his mid-thigh. His thighs were pure black, fading to white at his hips. His skin was also black starting at his finger tips and fading to white at his elbows.

At the sound of a door opening and glass shattering, Lucifer's head slowly looked towards the source, an apologetic grin on his face. "..ah, sorry. Scared ya, did I? Hey, you wouldn't happen to know where I am, would ya? Or..maybe a more important question is who I am..but uh..yeah. Both of those questions feel pretty important," he rambled, his sarcasm in tact despite his loss of memory. "Golly, and these legs! Last I checked, it was a little odd for goat legs to be on..a mostly human body, but hey, I don't remember a darn thing, so for all I know, I could be completely wrong!"

His eyes drifted over your form, taking in your appearance and expression. "..and another question —sorry, I'm just so curious today— who might you be?" the devil inquired, tilting his head with a passive aggressive smile on his black lips.