Falls

Letting his crimson eyes stay on her but not in a creepy fashion, Lucifer watches any and all expressions that the woman gives. His black ears stay perked in her direction, but his body shifts on one hind leg, letting it relax due to it being the one that Arroyo injured all those seasons ago. Usually he was not in pain by it anymore, but sometimes it did flare up and cause him a bit of grief. It was not much of a bother at this current time, but it did make him slightly irritable at the swim home.


Hearing her speak, the brute let her words slide through his ears as his mind slowly churned them over, absorbing her velveteen voice and letting it poke at him. He liked her sound, but there was no outward show of it as his head tilted to the side for a moment in consideration. A chuckle did slip from his lips, but the demon king never let his internal thoughts slip free as he agreed with her. “Queens deserve more than just a little, but I do agree.” Normally Lucifer would say something different, but right now he was actually being a semi-decent being.


As her name floats through the air before her question, the male makes sure to keep that tid bit about her. He did like to keep names and as he watched the pale spotted woman, he knew he would be remembering it for years to come. She might not be his, but he knew that for the rest of his life, he would be able to pick her out of any crowd she found herself in. It was a pretty name, one he had a feeling suited her far more than even his fit his blood thirsty self.


“Hmmm… I hail from Salem.” He rumbled, his frame shifting up a touch as he lets himself get a bit more comfy but not looking like a slouching man. “And no, I do not come here just to fight with children… Normally I come here to see the place where I raised my first child.” Ah, yes…. Tefnut, his stolen Nahawi daughter. Looking towards the water after his sentence ended. Not many knew that Tefnut was the daughter he stole that day. The red mare he threw off of a cliff and watched heal with no memories. His dear Tefnut, the one that would take his throne the day he stepped down.