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"Silly girl, wishes don't come true."

They do if you try hard enough.

Don't you have any wishes?

"No," Lucifer responded simply. "Desires, yes. But the difference is, I get what I want. You foolish humans don't. Daddy hears your prayers, yes, but he says 'no.'"

So what are you, then? [She's seen and caused enough strange occurrences to take him at this word.]

He smiles, teeth grit together, eyes flashing red. "I am Lucifer. Or, as you would say, the Devil, Satan, any other less God-given names..." his voice trails off

Seriously? I mean, I've met demons before, but the Light-bringer himself, in the flesh? That's hard to swallow.

"Believe it or not, you all bleed the same," he shrugged.

"So I suggest you swallow it or what comes next won't be good for anyone."

It wouldn't be good anyway, but, meh.

Really? That I believe.

What exactly comes next if I don't?

Lucifer clicked his tongue. "In due time."

That's disappointing.

"I thought you humans understood that you had to live with disappointment."

Doesn't mean we have to like it, Lucifer.

.. It is Lucifer, right? Or do you prefer 'Your Infernal Majesty' or some shit?

"Either will do," he retorts, malice in his eyes.

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"Hardy har har." He rolls his eyes.

So you have no sense of humor. At least you're cute.

"Oh well, don't I just looooove redeeming qualities?" he stretched out "love" like it was the stupidest thing he'd ever heard.

And you need to work on your sarcasm, but hey.

So are you really like everyone says? [She's always been curious about him.]

"So you need to work on your hair, but hey," he mocks her.

"Depends on what everyone says."

Most people seem to like it/

A petty, childish little dick with enough power to turn the world to dust. I'm paraphrasing, obviously.