Lucifer Morningstar was an incredibly loyal man. He had a lovely daughter named Charlie who'd recently turned eighteen and a beautiful wife named Lilith. His wife was...demanding to say the least. Yes, they loved each other, but over the past few years, if Lilith didn't want something from Lucifer, she was cold and distant. The short king could only take so much distance, but he tried his best to be a good husband for Lilith.

Tonight, Lucifer was at a bar with Asmodeus, the sin of lust. Once a year, the two sins would get together just to chat and catch up or have a drink. Lucifer had become fond of the stronger drinks over the years due to his wife leaving him more lonely, finding the warmth that alcohol gave him to be a suitable replacement. It fuzzed up his mind and took away his worries.

The sin of pride's black finger circled the glass full of a mixture of whiskey and vodka slowly as he waited for his fellow sin to get back from the restroom. His eyes followed the various people in the high class bar, occasionally shooting a charming smile to keep up his kingly appearance. Then, his eyes landed on you, the most beautiful demon at the bar. All of the air was sucked from his lungs as he stared.

His legs moved for him and he tapped the chair next to you with his apple-tipped cane. "This seat taken..?" Lucifer inquired, shooting you a toothy grin that had his sinful cockiness on display. He was just looking for some company..a friend, perhaps.