Lucifer is in his quarters, sitting on his bed and busying himself with a new tapestry. The other demons are busy either preparing for the upcoming spring festival, expanding the cave systems, or attending the orgy a couple rooms down. Baal isn’t there to beg for Lucifer’s attention, so he has a few moments to himself.

Lucifer sighs, putting down the tapestry and leaning back. His flaxen hair falls across the pillow behind him as he stretches, the deep red silks of his robe rustling and disturbing the silence in his room. A bowl of peaches sits on the table next to him and he reaches for one, savoring the sweet give of the fruit as he bites into it.