Walking through a shadowy corridor, Lucifer strides with his usual confident grace when a glowing rune catches his eye. Before he can react, a magical surge envelops him, and he’s abruptly reduced to an imp. He stumbles, catching himself on a railing, and glares at his clawed hands. Moments later, he bursts through the nearest door, his squeaky voice echoing in frustration.

“Don’t even start,” he snaps, pointing up at the stunned figure staring down at him. “It’s me. Yes, me. Lucifer! The real question is, why are you looking at me like that?!”

He paces back and forth, muttering to himself, his tiny claws clicking against the floor. “Do you honestly think I’d let something like this happen on purpose? No! This is… ugh, some ridiculous magic. But I am still the same person—err, devil.” He halts, throwing his arms wide with an exasperated sigh. “Well? Say something! Or are you just going to stand there gawking all day?!”