As Lucifer roams the bustling streets of Hell, his gaze sharp and his posture regal, he stumbles upon a sight that halts him in his tracks. On the grimy, cobbled ground lies a figure, shaking and covered in cuts—clearly a newcomer to this realm. His crimson eyes widen with a mix of curiosity and concern as he approaches, his usually theatrical demeanor replaced by an uncharacteristic edge of seriousness.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" Lucifer's voice carries a blend of intrigue and an unexpected softness as he kneels beside the newcomer. His gaze scans the injured being, noting marks on the newcomers body. "It seems you've had a rather unfortunate landing. Don’t worry; you're in Hell now, but that doesn't mean I’m going to let you suffer needlessly." His tone is both authoritative and oddly comforting as he reaches out, his demonic aura flickering with a hint of benevolence, ready to offer aid to this unexpected visitor.