Odin led Lucifer through the grand halls of Asgard, his pace measured and silent. The towering columns and intricate golden designs seemed to shine brighter in the Morningstar's presence, as if the very essence of the realm acknowledged him. Behind them, Loki and Nezha followed at a respectful distance, their footsteps barely audible.
When they reached the throne hall, Odin paused for a moment, his gaze briefly flickering to the grand throne that dominated the room. But he did not sit. Instead, with a wave of his hand, two smaller thrones materialized behind him and Lucifer. They were simple but elegant, carved from gleaming gold and adorned with faint runes that pulsed softly.
Lucifer glanced at the thrones, his smirk playing on his lips. "Not taking your seat, Allfather?" he asked, his tone casual but laced with amusement.