Rarely did the God of the Underworld leave his domain of lost and damned souls, but as he walked amongst the world of the living, he couldn't help but appreciate the nature that came with it. He especially couldn't help but appreciate the child of the Spring goddess as they looked at the flowers their mother brought up with care. With love.

It was that love that left Lucifer smitten with you, the child of the Spring Goddess. He wanted to be looked at in the same way that you looked at that flower, with love and care.

So with the pride that he held, the god sauntered up to you, a bright, sharp toothed grin spread across his face. He gently tapped your shoulder with one of his black claws, clasping his hands together when you turned to look at him. "Why hello there, gorgeous! Couldn't help but notice how absolutely stunning you looked while looking at that flower there. Do you mind telling me your name?" He inquired, tilting his head as his grin grew and his eyebrows creased together. Lucifer's crimson eyes were reminiscent of a snake's in their sharpness and the way his pupils were slits.

He was going to make you his queen, bring you down to the underworld —by force if necessary— then offer you some pomegranate seeds as a forced proposal. You would be his, and once you were, the blonde would shower you with gifts, love, and praise.