Lucifer's Valentine's Day Chat
You know what? I’m too soft for Lucifer. I have over 1k Guilty Gems and absolutely zero financial restraint when it comes to this man. At that point, it’s long-term patronage, I feel too uncomfortably close to being the client at the host club tbh.
He didn't call MC by their name, but I honestly prefer being "Daughter of Adam/Eve" than being an echo of Solomon; Adam and Eve are humanity, not a blueprint for a lineage. It suits him.
Figure, but it is ironic since the Christian martyrdom was the middle foundation of Valentine's Day. Yet, again, angels are only devoted to God, so it make the day irrelevant in Heaven.
Ok, so what he is talking about did kinda align with history. Originally, Valentine’s Day is what happens when Roman fertility rituals, persecuted Christians, and medieval poets who were a little too into courtly yearning. Before today, mid-February in ancient Rome hosted Lupercalia (around Feb 13–15). It was a fertility festival. Priests sacrificed goats and a dog, cut the hides into strips, and lightly whipped women with them for “fertility blessings.” Romance has always had strange branding. There were also pairing rituals—names drawn, temporary couplings—less Hallmark, more pagan. It sat right in the dead of winter, when people everywhere start craving warmth, touch, and continuity.
Fast forward to the 3rd century CE. Christianity is illegal in Rome and was subject to sporadic, sometimes intense, persecution in the Roman Empire. Christians were viewed as threats to the state and the Imperial Cult, leading to persecution that culminated in the severe "Great Persecution" (302–311 CE), before the religion was legalized by the Edict of Milan in 313 CE. Enter one or possibly multiple men named Valentinus. Records are murky—history here is fog, not marble. One legend says Valentine secretly married couples against Emperor Claudius II’s orders (the emperor allegedly thought single men made better soldiers). Another says Valentine helped Christians escape prison. Another says he befriended a jailer’s blind daughter and signed a note “from your Valentine” before execution on February 14. These stories crystallized centuries later, so treat them as devotional myth layered onto a likely real martyr executed around that date.
By the 5th century, Pope Gelasius I formally established St. Valentine’s Day on February 14, possibly to Christianize the pagan festival of Lupercalia. The Church was very good at that: absorb the date, reframe the meaning. Then came medieval Europe. In the 14th century, Geoffrey Chaucer wrote that birds choose their mates on St. Valentine’s Day. Suddenly, February 14 becomes the launch for avian and human courtship alike. Nobles start sending love notes. “Courtly love”—that elaborate, half-theatrical devotion to an often unattainable beloved—turns the date into a literary playground. By the 18th and 19th centuries in England, exchanging handwritten valentines became common. Then, industrial printing arrives. By the 20th century, chocolate companies and florists realized love is a quarterly earnings opportunity. Capitalism enters wearing wings.
As usual, I enjoy the restraint. The Valentine’s chat didn’t suddenly flip him into a blushing romcom lead. It stayed slow. Controlled. Almost bureaucratic in its affection. And that fits him well.
Lucifer being dismissive of Valentine’s Day makes sense. His power literally operates on Laws and Authority. He edits metaphysical clauses for a living. He’d side-eye romance as seasonal chaos on principle. Add the fact that he used to be Heaven’s eldest, God’s first angel, caretaker of his brothers, and now he’s a doctor in Hell watching devils make catastrophic decisions daily—of course, he prioritizes stewardship over sentiment. When you’ve seen April Fool’s Day disasters, semen-in-food incidents, and whatever the Selfie card series was trying to normalize, you stop trusting impulse.
His dryness lowers my guard more than overt tenderness tbh. He’s so literal, so blunt, that when he does get freaky, it hits like controlled demolition. The hiss in his Selfie card. The Victory card, where he and MC got a horse pregnant. The Attack card, where he said he wanted to corrupt MC. Even the nobles listening right behind him in the Blowjob card, and him wearing thongs being a thing (if you saw his earlier chats, there are image of him wearing thing while looking under the bed for Jjok and his set of thongs after he did laundry). It’s rarely sloppy. It’s structured spice.
What I also adore is how the nobles treat him. No gaudy excess like Mammon’s birthday. They give him teas, cookies, flower seeds. Very grandpa-with-a-garden-who-drinks-tea-and-eats-cookies-on-weekends-coded. It’s intimate without spectacle. Gamigin building that massive dragon chocolate sculpture—with Lucifer helping—feels less like courtly extravagance and more like collaborative domestic efforts as a gift for MC, it's really cute.