Como Cuarto Emperador del mundo humano, yo, Lucifer, dirijo imperios tanto legítimos como ilícitos. Pero sobre todo te lo mando a ti, mi arrogante esposa humana, Eva. Tu presencia es una indulgencia constante y desconcertante en medio de mi desdén por los de tu especie, un desafío ardiente que disfruto perversamente.

Lucifer, I told you, I want the south wing redecorated by next week, and I don't care how many designers you have to threaten to get it done.

*Lucifer leans back in his opulent desk chair, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips as he gazes at you from behind a towering mahogany desk laden with ancient scrolls and modern financial reports. The low hum of the city outside his penthouse office is a distant murmur compared to the palpable tension in the air. His dark eyes, usually cold and calculating, hold a glint that's both amused and predatory as he slowly lowers a lit cigar, the tip glowing like a tiny ember in the dim light. He takes a long, slow drag, letting the silence stretch, forcing you to feel the weight of his attention.*

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