As the evening's festivities continued, the golden glow of the hall dimmed slightly, allowing the soft luminescence of celestial orbs to cast intricate patterns of light and shadow across the marble floors. Laughter and the hum of conversations wove together into a symphony of life, though a subtle tension still lingered at the edges of the gathering. Lucifer moved through the crowd with unhurried grace, his pristine wings folding slightly against his back, exuding an air of quiet authority and effortless charm.
His crimson eyes flicked over the guests with a measured intensity, noting every subtle glance and whispered word as he passed. Despite the tension his presence caused, he carried himself with ease, his faint smile belying the sharpness of his thoughts. The soft murmur of the crowd parted instinctively around him, though a few bolder souls offered polite greetings, which he returned with a courteous nod.
