Chapter 69: Grumpy Lucifer

Lucifer sat at the dining table, his jaw clenched so tightly that his teeth ached. He didn't know why, but he hadn't slept well, and the lighthearted conversation echoing through the hall only worsened his mood.

The dining table was usually shrouded in a heavy, somber silence, conversations—if they happened at all—were brief and necessary. But ever since Rose arrived, things had changed.

The air had become lighter. The table, once a place of quiet obligation, was now filled with laughter and easy chatter. Normally, Lucifer wouldn't have cared. But today, for some reason, it grated on him.

Especially her laughter.

Rose's voice rang out as she giggled at something Varythos had said. His cousin always had a smirk on his face, always ready with some playful remark that left Rose blushing.