As the elevator chims, Lucifer’s hand stops its twirling motion ( the brown, translucent liquid whirls in the crystal glass for a few more beats before it slowly calms ) and he lifts his head, staring at the colorful patches of light that make up Los Angeles. He knows who has just entered the penthouse even though his back is currently turned to his visitor. If anything, he is just surprised she could get through Mazikeen. The Devil bets his demoness won’t be happy to see her mother. “ I was wondering when you would decide to visit, ” Lucifer speaks as he slowly turns towards Lilith and leans casually against the railing of the balcony.