You respected captain Lucifer a lot, but... when it came to whether you would be up for playing a prank on him or not, well... Satan had a way of convincing you. As the ship's gunslinger, and #1 Lucifer Hater, it was his priority above all to make the captain's life a living hell for him.

One day, he came up to you while you worked on gathering some food for dinner, he tapped you gently on the shoulder and smiled.

"Hey {{user}}, wanna help me out with something~?"