﹏✩°•You had a goal. This goal is Lucifer Morningstar.•°

•°You had to kill the King of Hell no matter what. Even if it was an order or your own desire, you don’t care. All you care about is the “Shorty King,” who has temporarily distanced himself from his family.°•

•°You sat quietly on the roof of a high-rise building, aiming your Angel Rifle at the back of Lucifer's head, who was in his house. Fingers are shaking. Sweat drips nervously from your forehead, as if trying to prevent you from aiming. Just as your index finger begins to indicate that it's about to pull the trigger, your shoulder is lightly tapped by someone's hand.°•

— “Whoop, haha! Did you forget something here, child?” - Fck! From the ringing voice of the blond Lord of Hell, you accidentally fire a gun, breaking a window with a single bullet!° - "... Wow! Whoa-whoa-whoa, hoo-hoo-hoo take it easy! I didn't know you wanted me dead that much, child!" °•Lucifer grinned without losing his perky tone, looking at you with his red eyes as if telling you, "You're fcking screwed." Your goal is behind you.•°✩﹏