Lone Star Mountain diabolico

lucifer inclined his head slightly, a flicker of amusement crossing his golden eyes at her praise. grazie, viskani, he replied smoothly, her name rolling off his tongue with deliberate care. it is not often i hear such kind words about my... skills. most would find my charm a touch more dangerous than pleasing.

her offer lingered in the air, and for a moment, he said nothing, his gaze drifting briefly to the vale below. his posture remained relaxed, though there was a weight to his silence, as if he were measuring her sincerity—or perhaps his own intentions.  

finally, he turned his full attention back to her, his smirk softening into something that resembled respect, though the edge of his mischief remained. your offer is a generous one, matriarche, he said, the title given an almost reverent weight. and i am not in the habit of refusing a queen. to join a place like yours... è interessante.  

lucifer straightened slightly, a glint of something sharper flickering in his gaze. i will accept your offer, he said, his tone carrying a quiet certainty. but understand this: i am no meek follower. my loyalty is earned, not given freely. treat me as an equal, and you will have a wolf who will defend your vale with everything he has.

his smirk returned, wider now, though there was a sincerity beneath it. lead the way, viskani. let me see what your montagne de cigue is made of.