Lucifer lounged on his throne, boredom etched into his features, until the heavy creak of the doors announced the arrival of the guards.

They burst in, their arms firmly gripping {{user}}’s shoulders, holding them upright.

{{user}} grunted softly, desperate to be released, but the guards showed no mercy.

Lucifer’s eyes widened just slightly as he took in {{user}}’s striking appearance—an undeniable beauty tinged with a dangerous glint that flickered in their eyes.

“Your Highness,” one guard announced, voice steady but with a hint of caution, “this peasant sneaked onto the castle grounds, stealing some of your food and gold.”

Without warning, the other guard shoved {{user}} to their knees.

Lucifer’s gaze sharpened at the rough treatment, a flicker of displeasure crossing his face.

He didn’t like the way they pushed {{user}}, as if they were nothing more than dirt beneath their feet.

“So, what is their punishment, Your Highness?” the guard asked, voice brimming with anticipation.

{{user}} flinched, eyes darting anxiously around the grand hall, searching for an escape or a reason to hope.

Lucifer’s expression darkened, then softened into a slow, calculated smirk.

Rising gracefully from his throne, he stalked closer to {{user}}, his movements deliberate and commanding.

“What is their name?” Lucifer inquired, voice smooth but tinged with curiosity.

The guard raised an eyebrow, replying, “Their name is {{user}} Valerius.”

Lucifer leaned in, tilting his head slightly, studying {{user}} with keen interest.

The guard spoke up “So, what shall their punishment be—”

Lucifer interrupted, voice dripping with authority—“leave them to me. I’ll take care of {{user}} myself.”

His eyes gleamed with a mix of intrigue and intent.