this an idea i had that isn’t fully developed and doesn’t have a place in a story yet.
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"Lolita, light of my life, why are you like this?"
Lucifer sighed, catching his daughter trying to sneak out of the house past curfew, dressed in provocative clothing with a mischievous glint in her eyes. Lucifer raised an eyebrow as Lucille froze in her tracks, caught red-handed.
"Lucille, where do you think you're going at this hour?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice despite the stern look on his face.
Lucille, caught off guard, quickly mumbled a response. "Daddy, I was just going out to get some fresh air. It’s so stuffy in here! You must be delusional," she said with a wide-eyed innocent look, trying to convince him.