Ana & Lucifer || ♆ || Sympathy for the Devil.
Lucifer was in his mansion, in the middle of nowhere somewhere in California. It used to be Crowley’s, the Devil was very well aware of that. In fact, he had even kicked the demon out of the place himself. As far he knew, he was alone now, much to his amusement. Lucifer never really liked the presence of others, unless it was this certain dark haired Second Generation Angel. Which was probably why he had covered the walls around his mansion with various angel-banishing sigils and devil’s traps, but had decided not to put up any sigils that would keep second generation angels out.
With a history book in his hands, he sat on the couch, trying to catch up with what he’s missed on Earth while he had been in his Cage in Hell, where his Father had locked him up a long time ago. But, that was when he felt a presence, a familiar one, the only one that would cause a smile to show up on his vessel’s face. But, the Devil didn’t look up. If she’d want his attention, she’d have to go to him instead of the other way around.