Lucifer has that split personality.

When he's with me, he likes to whimper and cry, but when he's with his legion, he enjoys ripping out people's hearts.

His love for me is even crazier and more paranoid than Ding Zaihe's.

The waiter accidentally spilled coffee on my clothes and instantly trembled in fear, saying, "I'm sorry, it was not intentional."

I felt a sudden tightness in my heart and looked at the two fathers sitting next to me, shaking my head quickly.

God knows what these two lunatics might do.

Ding Zaihe, being my biological father, immediately understood the meaning in my eyes.

Ding Zaihe took a sip of coffee and gently raised his eyes, saying, "You can go, the coffee is good."

Lucifer smirked and leaned close to my ear, saying, "Do you need me to kill that person?"

"Lucifer, if you keep acting like this, I won't play with you anymore."

Lucifer looked aggrieved, his face full of sadness, "You don't even call me 'second dad' anymore. Did I do something wrong? Can't I change?"

I know that Lucifer will still be lurking in places I can't see, stained with blood.

Ding Zaihe is the same. Their mission seems to be maintaining this order and protecting the ones they love.

The night of slaughter still exists, and I cannot change the fate of everyone.

There will always be people admired at the top while others remain at the bottom, being harvested.

Perhaps this is a game rule set by more advanced players for our world.

(End)