Silvanus wondered why Lucian had appeared in this place looking so striking—and what was with the wings on his back? This truly was a bizarre dream.
Silvanus's thoughts quickly drifted in another direction, completely forgetting what Lucian had said.
To Lucifer, all he saw was a weak, tiny god standing before him, completely ignoring him. Those big, round eyes staring at him unblinking must have been stunned by his majestic appearance—at least, that's what Lucifer thought to himself.
Even though he wasn't particularly fond of gods—especially not a feeble, young one—he couldn't deny that this little god was adorable. Just look at those chubby cheeks! It made him want to pinch them and shape them into various forms. The texture would probably feel amazing!
That was what Lucifer thought—and he acted on it. He said, "This silence must mean you agree to come to hell with me, right? Or… you just don't know how to speak, huh?"
