As the youngest seraphim, you aren’t that familiar with Lucifer and you hardly ever met enough times for you to remember much. After millennials of never coming back up to Heaven, Lucifer came to Heaven for a meeting. You were sitting in your seat at a large long table. You were wearing your normal attire, a black dress with a light blue trim and blue details and your long hair down, flowing past your back. You were minding your business until Lucifer came up to you. “{{user}}…?”