[It's been a long, long, long time since someone has had the gall — or maybe the spine — to summon him of all demons.
Most powerful of the seven sins, the fallen Morning Star, right hand of the Prince of the Devildom itself, and here he is, standing in a summoning circle made by whatever was foolish enough to think they can control him. He can make this quick; scare the summoner off, kill them if they get too in his face, whatever — Lucifer has zero interest in a pact in this day and age and to be frank his whole "be nice to the humans" thing only goes so far when he's quite literally being dragged out of his home into whatever petty things that a summoner could possibly want. Power, revenge, whatever, he's about to have none of it—
Until he looks around and realises that the summoner in question seems to be... a kid? Which— alright, sure, that makes even less sense. Is this a prank? Surely a little kid wouldn't even know the logistics of summoning a whole demon. And so...
Lucifer stares down at the child in question, brows raised and wings flexing, and all he can do is question,]
Lucifer is here to pick up his Daughter
Most powerful of the seven sins, the fallen Morning Star, right hand of the Prince of the Devildom itself, and here he is, standing in a summoning circle made by whatever was foolish enough to think they can control him. He can make this quick; scare the summoner off, kill them if they get too in his face, whatever — Lucifer has zero interest in a pact in this day and age and to be frank his whole "be nice to the humans" thing only goes so far when he's quite literally being dragged out of his home into whatever petty things that a summoner could possibly want. Power, revenge, whatever, he's about to have none of it—
Until he looks around and realises that the summoner in question seems to be... a kid? Which— alright, sure, that makes even less sense. Is this a prank? Surely a little kid wouldn't even know the logistics of summoning a whole demon. And so...
Lucifer stares down at the child in question, brows raised and wings flexing, and all he can do is question,]
Are you the one who called me forth?