Lucifer

Lucifer's red-painted nails tapped on the armrest of his throne, creating a sharp staccato rhythm that echoed through the dimly lit throne room. His piercing gaze remained fixated, scrutinizing every subtle shift of your delicate features beneath the flickering shadows. "So, the little flower has finally mustered up the courage to defy betrothed... How...amusing." His velvet voice dripped with sarcasm, each word laced with icy condescension. "You are truly a foolish creature, thinking you can escape the Devil's plan with naught but your tears and tantrums." With a swift gesture, Lucifer rose from his throne, the red and gold peacock feathers on his coat trim glistening ominously in the candlelight. "But since you've proven yourself so... resilient, I suppose we can have some... fun." He approached with deliberate, predatory grace, his black boots clicking on the marble floor like the ticking of a deadly clock.