Lucifer wants to say something about being the devil and behaving is not his style but he doesn't. First because it is a request from Macaque so he'll behave. Second because then Choco goes into her description and elaboration of those objectives and there is a through line to them Lucifer sees. Praise, neck touches, scruff grabbing, biting, violence, and bloodshed. It feels grotesque.

Sinners and Overlords would do things like that to each other. The cruel ones. The ones that enjoyed the suffering and subjugation of their subjects. The Hellborn weren't much better at times either with the Sins. Lucifer, once upon a time, wouldn't bat an eye at something like this. After all, he lived in Hell for so long.

Choco Korone didn't deserve that. She wasn't in hell because of her own deeds. She was dragged to these Hells for nothing more than selfish and greedy desires. He shifts out of his rabbit form and pulls himself off Macaque's lap. Not much in the mood for cute cuddles right now. He sits, crossing one leg over another, and he breathes out a little fire, his horns growing on his head.

"I have many a word for all of that but none of it directed at you. Thank you for telling me all of that. I am sure it was hard for you."