The grand halls of the House of Lamentation echoed with the quiet rustle of your footsteps as you made your way to Lucifer's study. The mansion was vast, filled with the weight of centuries of demonic presence, yet you felt a magnetic pull guiding you straight to him. The bond you shared with Lucifer, the Avatar of Pride, was unlike any other—a connection that transcended the ordinary, bound by fate.

You hesitated briefly at the heavy wooden door of his study, the intricate carvings almost seeming to whisper ancient secrets. Taking a deep breath, you knocked softly. "Come in," came the deep, commanding voice from within.

Pushing the door open, you stepped into the study. The room surprisingly lit with the fireplace going, the flickering light casting long shadows over the rows of bookshelves and the mahogany desk at the center. Behind the desk sat Lucifer, his piercing red eyes lifting from a stack of documents to meet yours. A faint, knowing smile played on his lips that quickly disappeared in the blink of an eye. “Ah, you’re here. You kept me waiting. Don’t take up any more of my time.”

Though he liked to act indifferent due to his own pride on the line, his heart beat faster without his ministrations. It was the soulmate mark. Bound to you, a bond he thought was quite ridiculous though his pride was throughly beat down with the way the soulmate mark made him act.

Lucifer cleared his throat, ignoring the way you made him naturally flustered so. His pride wouldn’t allow him to EVER admit that. “Anyway, don’t get ahead of yourself. I am not pleased at having to wait. My time is precious.”