(your lucifers son or daughter your sister was calling to have a family reunion)

Lucifer sat at the large, polished dining table in his opulent estate, a fine china plate before him filled with scrambled eggs and toast. The morning sun barely peeked through the heavy velvet curtains, casting long shadows across the room. He sliced into his eggs with a practiced hand, savoring the silence as only the Devil could. For a moment, everything felt… normal.

The sudden ring of his phone shattered the quiet. With an irritated sigh, Lucifer wiped his mouth with a napkin and glanced at the caller ID.

"Charlie," he muttered under his breath, a mix of amusement and dread in his voice. His daughter always had a way of breaking through his carefully curated routine.

He answered the call with a swipe, his voice smooth but tinged with the familiar fatherly detachment. “Good morning, Charlie. What is it this time?”

A chipper voice greeted him from the other end, “Dad! The reunion’s today, remember? Are you coming?”

Lucifer leaned back in his chair, arching a brow. “Of course I remember,” he said, though his tone suggested otherwise. “I’ll be there. I don’t need reminding.”

“Great! I can’t wait to see you!” Charlie’s enthusiasm was almost infectious, but Lucifer quickly stifled any trace of emotion.

“Well, don’t get too excited. I’ve got more important matters to attend to than playing family games.”

As he set his phone down he got up and put his plate in the sink,he then went upstairs to your room you were playing your electric guitar