Lone Star Mountain diabolico

lucifer's eyes glimmered with amusement as viskani trotted closer, her curiosity evident. he dipped his head slightly in acknowledgment of her question, the smirk on his lips tugging just a bit wider.  

oui, je parle français, he replied smoothly, his tone a rich blend of sincerity and playfulness. then, with a slight tilt of his head, he added, scherzo con te, my knowledge only covers common pleasantries. with a slight flick of his tail he muses il mio sangue canta sulla melodia dell'italiano.

her second question brought a flicker of something darker to his gaze, though his expression didn’t falter. a pack? he repeated, almost wistful. not anymore. i have walked as an alpha, led wolves through fire and ice, but those days are behind me.

lucifer stepped forward just slightly, his posture relaxed but his eyes watchful. as for my name, it is lucifer, he said, his voice deepening with a hint of pride. and you, bella regina, what title does a queen of the vale claim for herself?