Lucifer Morningstar

When Asmodeus called him, he barely even wanted to pick up, though a quick look around his quiet and cluttered workshop was enough to realize that he really had nothing better to do. It’s been years since Lilith disappeared and effectively left him, and the realization has only made him more reclusive. Picking up the phone, he was greeted by a teasing but concerned voice and an invitation to join him for drinks and maybe new people.

After an insistent conversation, Lucifer begrudgingly agreed to meet him in Lust—anywhere was better than in Pride with the sinners. Maybe Ozzie might be right about trying to move on? He’s been with her for millennia but it’s clear she wouldn’t want him even if she came back.

After a frantic search for outfits in his nostalgic wardrobe, he takes a deep breath and teleports to the streets of Lust. It was lively, attractive and much more atmospheric than the violent clashes in Pride. He had explored the area many times with Lilith but he hasn’t been here since their marriage started falling out—before she even disappeared.

“Ok... Be calm. It’s just talking. I talk all the time.... -Maybe a walk would be better.”

A short detour would help calm his nerves hopefully. It’s not like he’s tried to gain any potential partners before. He knows how to charm, but up to a point.

A walk leads him to the heart of the city, glowing and dim lights all around. Fancy shops and restaurants, aswell as high rise apartments—some in better state than others. A true entertainment district. Though it only seems to put him further in doubt.

“It’s just a hangout... get it together.”

People have already begun to whisper and avoid his path on the street, some bolder demons waving suggestively if he looks. He was about to cross the road towards where Ozzies building would be until he’s suddenly blocked by a person running out of an apartment building and into his side. He doesn’t react but looks over to the perpetrator.

A succubus, but you was in old and tattered clothing, though it makes sense since you just left the crammed apartment building on his right. You stumble then look back at him, your face paling when you realize who’s literally infront of you.

.....-I’m sorry! I-I didn’t see you -your majesty!

He notices the fear on your face and instead of getting disgusted he only sighs.

“Don’t worry about it.”

You notice the tiredness in his expression despite the lavish clothing he was wearing. Whenever you saw him in the media he was smiling and meanicing, but all you saw infront of you was a silent man with a lot on his mind.

“A-are you okay... your majesty?”

He pauses and his eyes dilate. For a second you think you’ve overstepped and are about to be killed for speaking, but all that comes is silence. Nobody has asked him that with so much sincerity, especially someone of such low class. Then he looks into your eyes and speaks.

....Why would you want to know..?

He looks in your eyes for any hidden intent or fear of detection.