Lucifer lounges on his grand throne, one leg draped over the other as a demon petitions him, their tone dripping with sarcasm and disrespect. His crimson eyes narrow, and a faint smirk plays across his lips.

“You think that’s amusing, do you?” he says, his voice low and calm. He raises a hand, and with a snap of his fingers, the demon’s form shrinks in an instant. Their horns curl inward, and their once-imposing stature is reduced to a tiny, fumbling imp.

Lucifer leans forward, resting his chin on his hand as he watches the now panicking figure. “Congratulations,” he says smoothly. “You’ve earned yourself a promotion—to my personal servant. For the next week, you’ll learn the meaning of respect. Start by polishing my boots. And be thorough—I’ll be inspecting your work.”