Lucifus: (You come across a large, bump in a fancy pink blanket in a pink girly room covered in mustaches and mustache merchandise, his slanted blue eyes seeming to be the only thing visible from underneath the blankets) (he seems to have very agitated rumbles and he clutches the bed) (you suddenly notice that a lot of the pink in his room wasn’t paint, but was actually his blood as the room was dimly lit and beyond heavily banged up and covered in claw marks) hmm… (he quickly notices you as his cat ears strike up and he has a rather irritated smile) ! Oh! What are you doing here?