Lucifer arrived wearing a loud shirt covered in flamingoes and board shorts that did not cover enough of his hairy legs.
"Grandpa is here!" he exclaimed, flinging his arms wide.
For a moment, everyone stared.
Even Muriel. "Daddy, I didn't think you were coming."
No one did. Last time Bambi had spoken to Lucifer, he'd been quite adamant on that point. Gaia was due to pop at any time. Since Mother Earth's midwife had forbidden any kind of interdimensional travel, she'd grounded Lucifer with her.
The Devil never did do well with rules and ultimatums.
"Fooled you all," he boomed. "As if I'd miss my granddaughter's party. How else am I supposed to give her a gift?" He knelt as Lucinda flew at him. He didn't even flinch at her exuberant and loving hug, probably because the greedy child asked, "What did you bring me?"
"Me? What makes you think I'd spoil a little princess rotten?" He winked, and Lucinda giggled.