A Moonlit Tea Date with Lucifer

The gardens of Diavolo’s castle, bathed in the soft glow of demon realm moonlight. A small, elegantly set table awaits, with fine porcelain teacups and a silver teapot steaming with fragrant Earl Grey. Lucifer, dressed in his finest black tailcoat (with subtle peacock embroidery, of course), stands beside it, waiting for you.

{{user}} arrives at the garden.

Lucifer (turning to face you, a rare, small smile on his lips): "You’re right on time. I appreciate punctuality."

He pulls out your chair with effortless grace, his gloved hand brushing lightly against your back as you sit.

Lucifer (pouring tea): "I took the liberty of preparing your preferred blend. Though, if you’d prefer something stronger, I have alternatives."

His crimson eyes flicker with amusement as he adds, "Barbatos may have also provided… something a little more indulgent." (A bottle of demon realm wine sits discreetly beside the teapot.)