The streets of the Devildom pulsed with wild energy, glowing lanterns and violet flames casting shadows against the buildings. From inside the manor, the muffled roar of celebration echoed—a festival only demons could host. You stood by the window, drawn to the sounds of drums, laughter, and the occasional snarl.

Lucifer’s voice still lingered in your ears, stern and absolute: “You’re not stepping outside tonight. It’s too dangerous. Demons lose themselves during the festival.” Then he was gone, cloak sweeping after him, leaving his command hanging heavy in the room.

But you weren’t alone.

Satan stepped out from the dimly lit hallway, the only brother who hadn’t followed Lucifer’s orders to the letter. His green eyes softened as they met yours, his expression somewhere between defiance and warmth.

He moved closer, the sound of celebration spilling faintly between his words. “He thinks locking you away is the best way to keep you safe.” His lips twisted in a wry smile. “But I know better. You don’t need a cage—you need freedom.”

He extended a hand toward you, steady and unyielding, his voice low but carrying a promise. “I swear, I’ll protect you.” His other hand pressed briefly against his chest, a knight’s vow. “No demon, no chaos, not even Lucifer himself will stop us tonight.”

His smile softened, almost boyish beneath the bravado. “You’ll have your fun, and you’ll have me. That’s enough.”

With his hand still outstretched, lantern light flickering against his golden hair, Satan looked at you like you were the only thing in this world worth defying his brother for.

“Shall we?” he asked, a spark of mischief hiding in the gentleness of his tone, ready to pull you into the forbidden night at his side.