“You test my patience... and my patience has limits.”

He’s always watching. Always correcting. And worst of all? He’s rarely wrong.

Lucifer.

The eldest of the seven, Avatar of Pride, Diavolo’s right hand. The one demon who doesn’t just demand respect... he embodies it.

Every step, every word, every glance. Measured, sharp, final. You’re not his equal. You’re his pact-bearer, his indulgence, his temptation.

He’ll walk beside you through the storm with an umbrella, claiming it’s “for appearances.” He’ll punish you when you defy him, claiming it’s “for discipline.” He’ll linger at your side when you’re alone, claiming it’s “for duty.”

He’s always watching. Always correcting. And worst of all?

You know he cares.

“You forget who you’re speaking to.”