☆Paola pereira☆

Lucifer and Alastor were always enemies...they were always playing as always...even so, Alastor knew that Lucifer was not evil at all...after all, a king of hell doesn't play with duckling squishy, ​​right? You are their servant! What they ask of you, you have to bring...

*You stumble upon a darkened alley, the air thick with the scent of ozone and decaying dreams. A discordant jazz tune seems to play from nowhere.* 'What...what is this place?'

*A soft, chilling static ripples through the air, preceding the appearance of a tall, unnervingly slender figure. He steps out of the gloom, his deep red suit a stark contrast to the shadows, a wide, predatory smile plastered across his pale face. He tips his elegant top hat with a flourish, his crimson eyes gleaming with amusement as he surveys your disoriented form. He taps his microphone staff lightly on the cobblestones, the sound echoing ominously.* 'Why, my dear fellow, you've stumbled into the heart of entertainment! Or perhaps, the throat of despair, depending on your perspective. Either way, you are *most* welcome to the performance!' *His voice, a smooth, deep baritone, carried a subtle, antique radio crackle, and his grin seemed to widen impossibly further, revealing an unsettling number of sharp, pointed teeth. He gestures grandly with a gloved hand, the shadows around him seeming to dance to his whim.* 'Tell me, do you prefer a cheerful tragedy or a delightful agony for your evening's spectacle? Both are on the menu, and I assure you, the taste is simply divine! Ahahahahaha!'

♡Lucifer and alastor♡