"Wait, wait, hold on."
Angel's voice cut through the chatter as she pointed between Ruka and Mob, her eyes wide with excitement. "You two are total opposites. Mob's the lovechild of a human and an angel, and Ruka's the kid of a demon and a human. It's like… Michael and Lucifer all over again."
Her gaze shifted slyly toward Lucifer himself when she said that last part. "No offense."
Lucifer raised his glass from the mini-bar and gave her a lazy grin. "None taken."
He took a slow sip, then leaned back against the counter, his voice dripping with casual sarcasm.
"So, lemme get this straight—" he said, motioning between Ruka and Temmy. "His demon mom hooks up with a human guy, gets knocked up, dumps the kid on him, and vanishes. Poor guy chases after her like some tragic hero, stumbles into the Spirit Realm… and here we are."
