Lucifer leaned back, arms folded across his chest as he studied Rey like he was weighing something on the edge of a blade. His eyes were sharp, steady—like glass just before it cracks.
"And why," he said slowly, voice low and unimpressed, "should I help you?"
He tilted his head slightly.
"Last I checked, we weren't exactly allies. And if your memory's as short as your judgment, let me remind you—I still owe your sister a grave."
The room went still.
Rey swallowed hard, fists clenched at his sides. His voice, when it came, didn't shake.
"I know. And I won't ask for your forgiveness. But I need you to listen."
Lucifer didn't move. He didn't blink.
Rey continued.
"We were following orders—from the Demon Realm. Me, my sister, the others. We were told to watch you and Ruka. That was it. No interference. No contact. Just surveillance."
He took a breath.
