The Morning After
Lucifer the 6th woke up early, determined to see his father and talk about the tournament of power. He knocked on the door, and when there was no answer, he cautiously entered the room.
Lucifer the 5th lay on the bed, his eyes sunken and his skin pale. He looked drained of energy, and Lucifer's heart skipped a beat as he approached him.
"Dad, are you okay?" Lucifer asked, trying to keep his voice steady.
Lucifer the 5th slowly opened his eyes, a hint of a smile on his lips. "Your mother was a little rough with me yesterday, Luc."
Lucifer's face turned bright red as he realized what his father was implying. "I don't need to hear this, Dad!" he exclaimed, trying to escape the awkward conversation.
But Lucifer the 5th chuckled weakly. "It's okay, son. I know you're eager to prove yourself. Just promise me you won't embarrass me and win the tournament for demon kind."
Lucifer's determination was renewed. "I won't embarrass you, Dad. I'll win the tournament and make you proud!"
His father's smile grew wider, and he nodded slightly. "I know you will, Luc. You're a true heir to the throne of Hell."