Lucifer exited his bathroom, a plan forming in his mind. The warm bath had not only relaxed his muscles but also clarified his thoughts. With a swift motion, he dialed his father, Arthur Von Greville. The phone rang briefly before a familiar voice answered.
"Hello, Luci, what's up?" Arthur's surprised voice echoed through the receiver.
"Dad, I want to try awakening," Lucifer stated calmly, cutting straight to the point.
There was a crash followed by stunned silence on the other end. "Wait, what? You want to awaken?" Arthur's voice was a mixture of disbelief and excitement.
Lucifer assured his father, cutting off his frantic questions, "I've found my motivation, but if you don't want me to..."
"NO WAIT!" Arthur's voice boomed through the speaker, filled with urgency and joy.
Lucifer smirked, knowing his father wouldn't miss this opportunity. Arthur promised to arrange everything by the next day, clearly overjoyed by Lucifer's decision. Ending the call, Lucifer felt a sense of satisfaction. His father's eagerness would ensure that everything was prepared meticulously.
Lucifer summoned Emmy, his personal maid and bodyguard, a skilled assassin raised by the Raven House. Her loyalty and prowess made her an invaluable asset.
"Young Master, you called for me?" Emmy inquired, her demeanor professional yet attentive.
"Prepare the car, we're going for a drive," Lucifer instructed, retrieving a notebook from his drawer.
An hour later, Lucifer emerged, clad in a white T-shirt and black jeans. His notebook was filled with cryptic notes, a roadmap of future events only he could decipher. Each entry was a calculated step towards his ultimate goal.
"Emmy, is everything ready?" Lucifer asked, striding towards his black and gold Rolls-Royce Phantom.
"Yes, Young Master. Where to?" Emmy inquired, signaling the bodyguards.
"Harkins Agency," Lucifer replied, a sly grin spreading across his face. "I need to make some purchases."
The drive to Harkins Agency was swift and uneventful, the smooth purr of the engine a comforting background noise. Harkins Agency was renowned for its ability to procure rare and valuable items discreetly, making it the perfect destination for Lucifer's needs.
As they arrived, Lucifer stepped out of the car, his demeanor calm yet commanding. Emmy followed closely, her eyes scanning the surroundings for any potential threats. They entered the opulent building, the air thick with the scent of wealth and power.
A sleekly dressed man approached, recognizing Lucifer instantly. "Young Master Greville, what an honor. How may we assist you today?"
Lucifer handed the man a list from his notebook, his expression unreadable. "I need these items procured as soon as possible."
The man's eyes widened as he scanned the list. "These are quite rare, but for you, Young Master, we will prioritize the acquisition."
Lucifer nodded, satisfied. "Good. I expect results quickly."
As they left the agency, Lucifer felt a surge of anticipation. The items he requested would be crucial in his journey. He was methodically laying the groundwork for his rise, ensuring every move was calculated and deliberate.
"Emmy," Lucifer said as they drove back, "this is just the beginning. There are many steps ahead, but I will achieve my goals. I will not be stopped."
"Of course, Young Master," Emmy replied, her loyalty unwavering. "I will support you in every way possible."
Lucifer gazed out the window, his mind already planning the next steps. He was determined to reclaim his destiny, and with each passing day, his resolve grew stronger. The world would soon witness the resurgence of Lucifer Morningstar, and this time, nothing would stand in his way.