Lucifer

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?'