On the other hand, "As you like." were Lucifer's words as he also set about stepping at Milka's way, in an insouciant footsteps which determination best describes them.
Simply, he found all these fiddling family activities quite diverting, fashioning his night more gratifying and tactically less depleting, through breaking loose the consistency lurking in his mind constantly of his daily routine: Running the empire or other similar matters associated with it.
[Speed activated]
Apparently, Milka sped like a blur, a very fast watery locomoting blur indeed. "You dare have the bravery to talk of promises with me?" She asked. Her voice was dispersed all over the place as much like how the Sublime Amorphous Fiber was sticking out of "her" body and returning back.
[Assumed Body will completely give in to your Sublime Amorphous Fiber Form]
[Original form attained: Amorphous Fiber Form]
