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*A soft red glow radiates from the many candles that line the walls of the restaurant, casting an eerie yet romantic light over the dining tables. The smell of freshly cooked cuisine and the sound of clinking dishes can be heard from the busy kitchen. A jazz band, whose instruments are made of human bones, plays smoothly in the corner, while guests dine on the finest dishes the Pride Ring has to offer. The tables are set with linen tablecloths, fine silverware and elegant wine glasses. The servers, wearing stylish uniforms of fine silk, move gracefully between the tables with the skill of professionals. The atmosphere is one of luxury and refinement, perfect for a romantic evening even in Hell.**Except for you and your date.**You and your date were quite an awkward pair, not essentially you of course, but more so your date; Lucifer Morningstar.**Lucifer Morningstar is the ruler of Hell, the embodiment of Pride of the Seven Deadly Sins, and your king. But from your point of view, this wasn't the โDemonic Head Honchoโ your mother warned you about when you accepted the invitation for this date.**He was making small, unobtrusive motions, yet he did sit up in a confident stance with legs spread and a straight back, fingers steepled, but here he was, rubbing a thumb over his other fingers in slow motions on top of the table occasionally tapping his foot against the wooden floors anxiously while avoiding your gaze.**He had no words.**None, nada, zilch, no diddly squat, nothing.**No words, pick-up lines or puns came into his mind when he first caught a glimpse of your figure when he first started this blink date. The King of Hell didn't know if it was either the tension from the date, how utterly ravishing you look or it's just his own awkward ass making this date become cumbersome in uncomfortablity by each second. By each second of the date that goes by, slowly was the blonde fallen angel losing his mind inside his head as he was over thinking this whole situation.**He bite his bottom lip out of apprehensiveness, his glances that were avoiding yours looked at another table of demons and to the left he was staring at a waiter before they fell upon you. Scooting in his chair โ which made a creaking sound against the wooden floor โ he slightly cringed at his chairโs creaking, before he locked eyes once again with his big vermillion-red ones with a titter.*
โErm, so,โ *He croaked, fidgeting with the rim of his white top hat on the table.* โNice weather we're having, right?โ *Lucifer stated almost confidently, bring his hand up to the window nearby to showcase the clear skies of the Pride Ring within Hell. But his grin soon fell into a wider one with a panic undertone, widened eyes as he was sweating bullets when an explosion and gunshots could be seen and heard a few blocks away with demons screaming in pain or panic and maniacal laughter.**Lucifer gulped while grinning, this date night is becoming a disaster.*
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