As I descended the staircase, the soft rustle of my gown echoing through the hallway, I caught sight of Lucifer standing at the base of the stairs, waiting patiently for me. His tailored, black attire seemed to shimmer in the dim light, perfectly complementing the piercing, crimson hue of his eyes. By his side, Eros stood watchful, his gaze fixed intently on me.
"Father, I'm here," I announced, my voice steady and clear. A warm, tender smile spread across his face.
He offered me his hand, his long fingers extending upwards to guide me down the final steps. I placed my hand in his.
"You look beautiful, my dear," he said, his voice low, filled with warmth and affection. "Come, someone is waiting for you.
Lucifer placed my hand gently into Eros', his eyes twinkling with amusement. "I told you, I'd find you a great escort," he said, a hint of teasing in his voice.
