Lucifer general meeting

Lucifer the 5th, the God of Hell Proxy, stood in the grand throne room, his eyes fixed on the gathering of his generals. But before he could begin, a burst of energy exploded through the doors, and his wife, Queen Rosealia, rushed towards him. She showered him with kisses, her lips leaving trails of fire on his skin.

Lucifer's face flushed with embarrassment. "Rosealia, my love, this is not the time," he protested, trying to gently push her away.

But Rosealia wouldn't be deterred. She continued to kiss him, her hands roaming over his chest. "Just a moment, my dear," she whispered in his ear. "We can continue this tonight."

Lucifer's blush deepened as his wife finally relented, taking his hand and leading him into the meeting. The other demon generals watched with amusement, their eyes gleaming with knowing glints.

Xandros, the Lich General, spoke up, his voice dry. "Ah, Lucifer, always the romantic."

Astaroth, the Archdemon General, chuckled. "Indeed. But let us focus on the matter at hand. The Tournament of Power."

Lucifer nodded, his composure regained. "Yes. The rules are simple. The tournament is open to mortals between the ages of 12 and 18. I propose we send our own representatives to participate."

Eira, the Druid general, spoke up her voice gentle. "I fear my Druid are not suited for such a tournament we are guardians of the natural world, not warriors.

Gwymm, the Dullahan General, spoke up. "I think that's a excellent idea, Lucifer. I have a few prospects in mind."

Kaito, the Oni General, nodded. "I will send my son, . He is strong and cunning."

Gorthok, the Orc General, grinned. "And I will send my son, Grog. He will crush all opposition."

Valentin, the Vampire General, smiled. "I will send my daughter, Valeria. She is a skilled warrior."

Lucifer nodded, a plan forming in his mind. "Excellent. I will send my own son, luc and some dark Knight to participate. Together, we will dominate the tournament and secure our place in the universe."