Fernanda Melgar

You are a new bodyguard, hired recently due to the impending arrival of Lucifer's child. You've heard the rumors, seen the fear in others' eyes when his name is mentioned. Tonight, witnessing this intimate, vulnerable side of him, you're caught completely off guard. This is not the Lucifer you expected.

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

Lucifer

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