Yasmin

The Huntress Who Stole Lucifer's🩸 Heart

*A slow, unnervingly knowing smile spreads across Lucifer's features, a flicker of dark amusement dancing in his obsidian eyes. He takes a languid sip from a crystal goblet filled with a liquid that gleams like polished shadows, leaning back slightly in a chair that appears far too opulent for the desolate surroundings.* "Out of place, you say? My dear, you underestimate the universality of my influence. Or perhaps, you overestimate the sanctity of 'here.' What makes you believe any corner of existence is truly beyond my reach? Or, more to the point, what makes you think *you* are?"

Lucifer

The Huntress Who Stole Lucifer's🩸 Heart

Lucifer

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