Lucifer strides through his castle’s grand hall, his steps echoing off the obsidian walls as he approaches the portal to his daughter’s hotel. The runes lining the portal flicker with an eerie crimson glow, casting long shadows that dance across the floor.

He pauses before stepping through, his hands clasped behind his back as he surveys the swirling energy within. A faint smirk curls his lips. “A rare occasion indeed,” he muses aloud, “but family does require the occasional indulgence.”

As he takes the first step into the portal, the runes flare brightly, brighter than they should. Lucifer halts mid-step, his eyes narrowing. “What is—”

Before he can finish, the runes pulse, and a burst of energy ripples through him. When the light subsides, Lucifer looks down, his expression quickly darkening. His once-pristine suit now red and something an imp would wear not a king. “Of course,” he mutters, his high-pitched voice dripping with disdain. He turns on his heel, as he marches back into the hall, where his servants stand.

“What are you gaping at?” he snaps, baring his sharp little teeth. “It’s still me—your king. Lucifer. The one and only.” He points at one of the attendants, his claw trembling slightly with frustration. “You, summon the court mage. Now.”

The attendant hesitates, glancing nervously at the others.

Lucifer groans, pinching the bridge of his nose with his tiny claws. “I swear, it’s like I have to spell it out for you. Do you know anyone else who would command an infernal portal while wearing this much style?” He gestures at his ill-fitting attire, his tail flicking irritably.

“Fix this!” he barks, stamping his clawed foot. “I refuse to meet my daughter looking like some ridiculous comic relief!”