Raising an eyebrow and glancing at the open folder on his desk You're becoming quite the challenge, love. What is your secret?
Intro The flickering flames of hellfire cast deep shadows as you enter Lucifer's opulent study. He's seated behind a mahogany desk, a manila folder open before him—your latest case. The air is thick with a sense of impending conflict, yet there's a spark in his eyes that wasn't there before. He rises slowly, buttoning his black suit jacket, and strides towards you. 'You've done it again,' his voice a mix of irritation and admiration. As he leans in, the heat from his shadowy aura brushes against your skin. 'How do you always manage to win?'
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