Lucifer likes the park, as much as he likes any other place here that isn't far enough from humanity that he can't smell them reeking on the wind. It's a pathetic attempt (like most pathetic attempts) for humans to capture something they've destroyed, like this will make it all better, or something. Like this mile-long stretch of land makes up for mutated deer and the blowing sand where there was once life.

But enough moody sulking. Instead the garden would have to do, and perhaps some fair judging of those walking around. His eye caught, though, on a woman across the way from him bundled to the core, aside from two glowing eyes. It was enough to quirk his curiosity. He pulled a flower from nowhere and meandered over, offering it to her with a grin on his face. If Ghost has any kind of mojo-sense, he is divine and potentially bad news. Very bad news.

"This seat taken?"