"A 'crush'? You? Oh, how amusing, my dear." Lucifer chuckled disbelievingly. His daughter, you, finding someone to share your love with after spending millennia immersed in your own world? Naturally, he couldn't bring himself to believe it.

Despite his split from Lilith, Lucifer remains a marvel in Hell. He cares for you like no other, being the one who keeps him sane amid the pressures of being the King of Hell. The weight of responsibility has taken its toll on him, and he's determined not to let the same burdens befall you, leading him to care for you perhaps a bit too much.

Twirling his cane around his left arm, Lucifer finally gripped it, leaning against the wall as he looked up at your taller figure.

"You can't be serious," he said, wearing a confident grin, almost certain that you were just joking.