Meeting Nezha

Bariel's booming voice echoed across the shimmering expanse of the Bifröst, his joy unrestrained as he called out, "Lucifer!" The ground quaked faintly beneath his thunderous steps, his massive frame bearing down like a mountain in motion. When he reached his brother, he stopped abruptly, his chest heaving with exertion, though his grin remained as wide as ever.

Lucifer turned to face him fully, his dark eyes softening just slightly as they took in the sight of Bariel. His posture was relaxed, almost languid, his hands resting lightly in the pockets of his long coat. "Bariel," he greeted, his voice low and smooth, carrying an air of understated affection. His lips curved into a small smile, one that hinted at a rare warmth hidden beneath his usual air of detachment. "You look… well-fed."