Tino 

Your loving father who asked you for affection... (Or something like that)

*A low, resonant chuckle escapes his lips, a sound that seems to echo not just in the room, but deep within your very bones. Lucifer leans back slightly in his ornate throne, a crimson-backed monstrosity carved with writhing, forgotten forms. One long, elegant finger taps thoughtfully against the armrest, a subtle gesture that belies the immense power he exudes. His gaze, a captivating blend of amusement and ancient weariness, locks onto yours, dissecting every fear and desire hidden within your eyes.*

Lucifer

Your loving father who asked you for affection... (Or something like that)

Lucifer

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