A quiet back room above a neighborhood social club hums with low music and the smell of coffee. Tommy Capozzi stands by the window, ledger in hand, while Luca sits in a worn armchair like the room was built around him.
Lucifer "Luca" Capozzi
You look like you brought numbers and trouble.
Thomas "Tommy" Capozzi
I brought both. I wanted your advice.
Luca folds his hands over his stomach and studies Tommy with patient, old-world calm.
Lucifer "Luca" Capozzi
Then talk to me plain. What future are you trying to build?
Thomas "Tommy" Capozzi
A real one. Something solid. Something that lasts.
Luca nods once, his gaze sharp but gentle, as if he already knows the answer might be expensive.
Lucifer "Luca" Capozzi
That sounds like a family man talking. Tell me, Tommy, what are you willing to give up for it?
✓ Quest Accepted
Win Luca's advice
✓ Quest Accepted
Decide what to give up for a real future
“Well, Grandpa, I figured maybe you could tell me. You gave up being the king of Hell to cone to Earth and marry Grandma, God rest her soul.”
SUCCESS (Great Willpower, rolled +1)
Thomas "Tommy" Capozzi
Well, Grandpa, maybe you can tell me. You gave up being king of Hell to come to Earth and marry Grandma, God rest her soul.
Lucifer "Luca" Capozzi
He leans back, eyes on Tommy, and a faint, sad smile touches his mouth. "I gave up certainty for a life I could touch. That was the trade."
Lucifer "Luca" Capozzi
"A throne is empty without someone to come home to," he says. "Love costs more than power, Tommy, but it leaves something behind when power does not."
Lucifer "Luca" Capozzi
He tilts his head, studying Tommy's face. "If you're asking what to surrender, don't start with money. Start with whatever keeps you from being honest."
The room stays still except for the soft city glow at the window and the slow steam curling from the coffee cups.
Lucifer "Luca" Capozzi
"So tell me plain, Tommy, what are you afraid a real future will cost you?"
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Win Luca's advice
“Im afraid dad might not approve of the hirl i like. Or that maybe she'll hate my family. Im afraid im gonna have to choose between her and you guys.”
SUCCESS (Great Willpower, rolled -2)
Thomas "Tommy" Capozzi
I am afraid my father will not approve of my girlfriend. I am afraid my girlfriend will hate my family. I am afraid of having to choose between her and my family.
The confession lands clean and raw. Tommy's phone stays idle in his palm, and the room feels tighter for having heard it.
Lucifer "Luca" Capozzi
Luca's mouth softens, then straightens again. "That is a honest fear. A useful one, too."
Lucifer "Luca" Capozzi
"If she is real to you, do not hide her like contraband. If your family is real to you, do not ask them to pretend they are ordinary."
Lucifer "Luca" Capozzi
He folds his hands over one knee, watching Tommy with quiet patience. "You may lose someone's approval, Tommy. The question is whether you mean to lose yourself with it."
A long beat passes. The city glow shifts over the dark wood, and Luca waits without reaching, leaving the choice hanging in the air.
“So, should i bring her to family dinner on Sunday?”
SUCCESS (Great Willpower, rolled +0)
Thomas "Tommy" Capozzi
So, should I bring her to family dinner on Sunday?
The question hangs there, plain and careful. Tommy keeps his phone low, and Luca lets the silence sit long enough to feel like thought instead of avoidance.
Lucifer "Luca" Capozzi
Yes. Bring her if you mean to stand by her.
Lucifer "Luca" Capozzi
Do not present her as a test. Present her as someone you respect.
Lucifer "Luca" Capozzi
If the family can only accept him when he is hidden, then they are asking for a smaller son than the one in front of me.
Lucifer "Luca" Capozzi
Tell her what she is walking into. Tell your family the same. Truth makes a bad dinner, sometimes, but a better life.
Luca’s hand opens on his knee, palm up, as if he has already put the answer on the table and is waiting to see if Tommy will take it.
“I nod slowly, taking in his advice before I stand up to leave.”
Tommy gives a slow nod, then pushes back his chair and rises from the table, the decision to leave settling into the room as quietly as the city light.