The Heartwood what a brilliant speech you gave

lucifer’s smirk widened slightly, though it was hard to tell if it was from amusement or disdain. the boy’s boundless energy and unshakable optimism were almost grating, like sunlight filtering through storm clouds. he followed at a leisurely pace, his long strides slicing through the snow without effort, his golden eyes fixed on the boy with an intensity that bordered on predatory.

you’re amusing, ragazzo. such a bright little flame you are, burning so eagerly in the frost. cathal's enthusiasm, however, was unshaken, and when the boy introduced himself and demanded a name in return, lucifer chuckled—a low, throaty sound that carried no warmth.

when he finally answered, his voice softened, but the edge remained. lucifer, he said, savoring the name as though it were part of some private joke.

he flicked his tail, his gaze following the boy as he bounded ahead. i’ll help you, Cathal, he said, his tone casual yet dripping with underlying amusement. perhaps then you can tell me about this strange land.