Feeling the need for some alcohol after experiencing all the emotions, Lucifer walked down the stairs while looking for someone from the staff.
Though it seemed everyone had gone to their own quarters to rest, which were on the other side of the manor, separated from the main building by a large courtyard.
So, Lucifer thought of going there to call one of the staff for his drink. But he stopped in his tracks after hearing some sounds from the dining hall.
'Is there still someone awake?' Lucifer thought to himself while moving in that direction and peeking inside.
It was Head Maid Jane, who was mumbling something to herself while adjusting utensils on the dining table.
Lucifer couldn't help but admire the way she looked. Even though she was just in a maid's outfit, she managed to make it look beautiful with her graceful movements. Her raven-black hair was tied into a bun at the back of her head, showcasing her perfect facial features.
As she moved around the room, she noticed him standing there watching her. For a second, their eyes locked, and Lucifer could see a hint of surprise in them. But just as quickly, she seemed to regain her composure and gave him a small smile.
"Oh, you scared me, Mr. Reynolds. I thought you already went to sleep. Did you need something?"
"Yes, I was just going to ask for some whiskey, but it seemed everyone was already sleeping. So I thought about getting it myself before seeing you here," Lucifer replied with a smile as he stepped inside the dining hall.
"Oh, that won't do. You are our guest, and it's my duty to take care of your needs. Please don't bother yourself with such petty tasks while you are staying here," Jane replied with a professional look on her face and a hint of a smile. "I will bring your drink in a minute, so please wait for me."
"Thank you," Lucifer said, watching her go out of the room.
After a few moments, Jane returned, carrying a silver tray with an expensive bottle of whiskey, an ice bucket, a tong, one glass, and a coaster. She placed the tray carefully on the dining table before picking up each item with elegance and grace.
First, she took the coaster and put it on the table, then she gently twisted open the bottle cap of the whiskey bottle. With her delicate fingers, she grabbed the ice tong and placed a couple of cubes in the glass before pouring the amber liquid over them. The sound of ice clinking against glass filled the air, along with the scent of fine alcohol.
Soon, the drink was ready, and she carefully placed it in front of him.
Lucifer couldn't help but feel like he was watching something special unfold in front of his eyes, even though she was just placing a coaster, opening the bottle, and filling the glass with ice and whiskey.
There was something elegant in every movement she made, and it captivated him.
"Enjoy your drink, Mr. Reynolds," Jane said to Lucifer before taking a step back.
"Are you going somewhere? Please join me for a drink," Lucifer said, picking up his glass and looking at her. "Let's celebrate my decision of buying this property."
Jane shook her head, seeming scared at the thought. "Please don't! I can't handle any horror movies, Mr. Reynolds. They scare me so much that they give me nightmares for days after I watch them."
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Lucifer chose a recliner bed at the back and gestured for Jane to bring a tablet that had all the controls. There were various controls for everything on the tablet, from selecting a movie to play to adjusting the lighting in the room.
After checking everything on the tablet, Jane pressed a button to turn off the lights, leaving only the dim light from the projector screen illuminating the room.
"Thank you," Lucifer said, taking another sip of his drink. "Now, come here and join me for a movie."
Jane hesitated for a moment but then sat down beside him on the recliner bed.
"What should we watch? I am in a mood for some horror," Lucifer asked, looking at her with a mischievous smile on his lips. "What do you say?"
Jane shook her head, seeming scared at the thought. "Please don't! I can't handle any horror movies, Mr. Reynolds. They scare me so much that they give me nightmares for days after I watch them."