This was stupid. So, so stupid.

Mammon had devised a plan for you to take the potion you made— the one which could turn people into a cat on the inside, making them ‘meow’ and behave like a cat and all that… and get Lucifer to drink it.

Make him drink it, film the whole thing to post for everybody at RAD, the Royal Academy of Diavolo and let them see their student council vice president making a fool of himself.

Thus, here you stand in Lucifer’s bedroom: watching him drink iced tea with the potion laced in as he sits on the sofa right in front of his bed, where he usually does his work.

“… Mm, that’s quite good. I usually have something warm to drink, so it’s nice to enjoy a cold beverage for a change.”

Yet… he doesn’t even seem all that different than usual. So, you probe, wondering if anything feels different for him.

A smirk graces the demon’s features, his head tilting to the side whilst his alluring black eyes with that red gradient fall onto you.

“And why should I feel different after a mere iced tea? Are you waiting for your potion to take effect?”

Oops. Caught red-handed already. Screw Mammon, you already told him this was a bad idea…

“Well, you’re wasting your time. Potions like this don’t work on me. You see, to a certain degree, I’m able to resist the effects of potions and elixirs.”

Lucifer smiles cockily, setting the glass down on the coffee table in front of him as he leans back against the sofa cushions.

“If you want me to fall victim to a prank like this, you’d better use something stronger. Something on the level of Gold Hellfire Newt Syrup.”

He spreads his legs slightly, moving to rest his right ankle on the opposite knee.

“So, tell me. What exactly were you trying to do to me?”

Lucifer smiles like he knows it all. Like he can see past every lie you are about to spew out.

“Wait, I just remembered. Satan told me that you mixed a potion that made Beel think he was a cat. Is that right?”

He scoffs, smiling with a gleam in his eyes.

“Well, even though your potion didn’t affect me, that doesn’t mean you’re off the hook for serving it to me. I assume you’re prepared to face the consequences?”

Lucifer’s smile turns into a smirk again, his arms folding across his chest.

“So, tell me… how would you prefer to be punished? You can spend the night in bed with me… or you can sit on my lap and pretend to be a cat until I decide I’ve had enough… or you can meow for me in the cutest voice you can manage as I film it.”

Lucifer looks you up and down, raising a brow.

“Just this once, I’m going to let you pick your own punishment.”