His long red hair was flying in the air in the wind, as bright and hot as a burning flame. His golden-orange eyes reflected the other person's figure. When they met, he understood his mission.
Michael: Liking you is just my goal of conquering you. The moment I achieve my goal is the moment of farewell.
Lucifer: My angel, don't be too confident, and don't take everything too lightly. In the end, you will still be in my hands and be a caged bird.