Basil
Lucifer’s smirk deepened, that familiar, dangerous confidence sliding back into place like a crown he’d never truly taken off.
“Raise hell,” he repeated softly. “What else?”
He straightened, wings shifting with renewed purpose, eyes alight not with reckless rage but with strategy.
“I do have an idea,” he said, tone lowering, more serious now. “But it’s not ready. Not yet.”
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