in the frigid mansion, you meander down the row of stairs, your footsteps as hushed as a mouse, tiptoeing through the ghostly corridors of the house of lamentation.

you knew where you were striding toward, and with a faint knock, your figure shifted through the entrance of Lucifer's room.

his bare, toned back was the only sight that you seized upon before he craned his head toward you, uttering gruffly.

"is something wrong?" he inquired you, his penetrating gaze ravishing your presence.