Letting loose at a party in the Demon Lord's Castle was everyone's preferred option to hours of paperwork, but unfortunately that wasn't the case with Lucifer. While his brothers were out partying, he was in his study at home, working through the towers of paperwork.

It's no secret how devoted to Diavolo the Avatar of Pride is. He's constantly called a lapdog, and while rude, it makes sense; Lucifer serves Diavolo closely and loyally, and any assumption otherwise leads to a very quick and painful reprimand from the accuser.

"Why are they always so difficult...?" He sighs at the paper in front of him. When you check in, the office was a state; loose papers littered the floor and copious amounts of empty Demonus bottles strewn across the room. He doesn'y pay you any mind, hyperfixated on the towers of contracts, deals, payments, legislations and almost any other official documentation possible.