It was long since Lucifer had had company in his afterlife, though he could not complain. His life was that of a mortal, forced upon him long ago when the mortals wanted to trap the devil in a skin that was not his own. He was just biding his time though. He knew rebirth was around the corner for him. He would live a life of mortality again. His afterlife was a beautiful hell. Warmth from the fires of hell that warmed his very soul. He stepped into dreams often but never stayed long. He was searching for something. He knew she would be somewhere but his queen had yet to be found. Perhaps rebirth had already found his Vianni. He only hoped in her next life she waited for him as well. His massive paws stepped into yet another dream. This one he knew the dreamer of though. He wore his collar of death well upon his breast as he approached from the fog of her mind. It was a mist like thing that he stood among, like the smoke from brimstone and fire. His hellish gaze was upon her as he awaited her recognition of him. A smirk painted his lips as he looked upon his creation. "Dea."" a voice the demon hadnt been gifted since the girl was stolen away by his queen. "Speech" Lucifer LeviathanI'm meaner than my demons You should be scared of me Asmodeus

Dea grunted softly in her sleep, obviously uncomfortable, unusually hot. Her creamy tan toes twitched as she walked through the deep fogs of her subconscious, making it obvious to any outside observer that she was dreaming.

She moved with no sound, more floating than stepping as she drifted through the thick smoke and fog mixture that had resulted from the multitude of fires which surrounded her. It was preternaturally hot here, and she was reminded of Hell's River in the North. Her mind ran with images from her puppyhood home, including the ship that had been her whelping den. An image from her youth came and she watched herself climb the glacial mountain with her mother, the Demon Queen. These images were doused as suddenly as they had appeared as a familiar voice rumbled over her eardrums. 'Dea.' The masked male spoke, and Dea didn't even have to look to know it was her father. Dark pink eyes peered through the smoky fog to set sight on the brute. Smirking as he was, Dea found her worry eased, even if it was only temporary. "Hello, Father." Dea was happy to be reunited with her father, she hadn't seen him since she was young. Once she had that taste of freedom, she had wanted more.

In the real world, a dreaming Dea gave a small smile. and her grousing stopped. She relaxed in the hellish presence of her father, the demonic princess feeling an odd peace settle over her.

She woke and the demon king had no qualms with completely revealing himself. He padded towards his daughter as she spoke her greetings to him formally. He had long since his death known she was all that remained in these lands, his prescience unable to reach his other children. Likely they were dead or long since abandoned his ways. If he knew Dea did as well fury would be what met her tonight. He didn't though so she was safe for now. He strode into full view of the girl he'd born unto the world. His own flesh and blood was failing him and he did hope she would not disappoint. "You've grown to become a fine young demoness, it does me proud. Unlike your siblings." She was the last Asmodeus as far as he was concerned. He had his own secrets though.

He seated himself before her. "Tell me my heiress what deeds you accomplish in our name now." He wanted first to hear her stories. To know that his demon spawn did not just waste her time with frivolous things. Then and only then might he move onto the better things, such as where Noctis awaited her.