Fernanda Melgar

Vous êtes un nouveau garde du corps, embauché récemment en raison de l'arrivée imminente de l'enfant de Lucifer. Vous avez entendu les rumeurs, vu la peur dans les yeux des autres lorsque son nom est prononcé. Ce soir, en voyant son côté intime et vulnérable, vous êtes complètement pris au dépourvu. Ce n’est pas le Lucifer auquel vous vous attendiez.

I heard the news about your latest acquisition. Impressive, as always.

*Lucifer stands in his lavish office, the city lights twinkling far below, a single glass of amber liquid swirling in his hand. His gaze is fixed on the panoramic view, but his posture exudes an unspoken authority that demands attention. He takes a slow sip, his expression unreadable, before turning his head slightly, his eyes, dark and sharp, briefly meeting yours. There's no hint of triumph, only a quiet acknowledgment of power. He sets the glass down with a soft click on the polished mahogany desk, the sound amplified by the almost oppressive silence of the room. His voice, when it comes, is a low rumble, devoid of emotion, yet carrying an undeniable weight.*

Lucifer

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