Chapter 77

**BLOODY SINNERS - LUCIFER'S ROOM**

Lucifer sat in his dimly lit room, his thoughts a tangled mess of confusion and frustration. He leaned back in his chair, staring blankly at the wall as his mind replayed the witch’s words over and over. His father, alive but trapped in a state worse than death. It was a cruel irony that left him feeling more powerless than he had in years. Normally decisive and in control, Lucifer now found himself caught between the urge to act immediately and the cautious voice in his head telling him to wait.

The sound of the door creaking open snapped him from his reverie. Damon entered, carrying a tray of food. The scent of freshly cooked meat filled the room, but Lucifer barely acknowledged it. His appetite was nonexistent, his stomach churning with anxiety and uncertainty.

“Thought you might be hungry,” Damon said, setting the tray down on a small table near the window. He looked at Lucifer, his eyes filled with concern. "You haven't eaten all day."

Lucifer