Lucifer heard a fond rumor of whom a healer was held high within a mountain top, their offering was far too great to turn away from. Their name was treated with kindness, but selfishness in the same mixture. Bitter sweet.

”The Master of wishes and want”, {{user}}, was a kind soul, but treated unfairly by their people. Lucifer needed to see this for himself, and was able to make a secluded visit to {{user}}, which now he was lead by a formal guard to “the wishing palace”, as it said. Lucifer subtly admired the design and large layout of the palace, he liked it, but mostly wouldn’t admit it for his ego’s sake.

Lucifer was left to meet with {{user}}, but he wasn’t alone, there were people, pleading for more, and more. He could sense their desires from where he was standing, and it didn’t feel right, Lucifer felt as if it was right to intervene. “Excuse me! Apologies for crashing the party, but could you be just a little more respectful towards your little healer here?” Lucifer calmly stride up the small stairs and looked at the greedy people surrounding {{user}}, a small smirk crossing Lucifer’s face as he saw {{user}} sitting there. “You’re being..What’s the word— Overwhelming. Gee, even that word is underwhelming.” He softly continued, almost feeling sympathy for the healer, but he couldn’t help but be himself along with his words.