5 stars
Robyn Peterman has once again handed us a paranormal fever dream wrapped in sequins, ego, and pure Luciferian nonsense — and I devoured every unholy second of it. Fashionably Forever After is the Devil’s autobiography sequel nobody asked for but absolutely needed, because watching Lucifer narrate his own life is like witnessing a cosmic train wreck conducted by a man who thinks mirrors were invented solely for him.
This time, the Prince of Darkness is on a mission: find the Siren who has his soul. Technically he swapped theirs, but details are for mortals. Lucifer is far too busy auditioning imaginary actors to play him in the movie adaptation of his memoir. Clooney? Too gray. Brad Pitt? Too blond. The Rock? Too bald. Joe Manganiello? Apparently not pretty enough. The man’s self‑esteem is a weapon of mass destruction.
The plot is peak Peterman chaos. Lucifer, armed with a terrible attitude and two nieces who would happily stake him if it were socially acceptable, heads to Earth to track down Elle Rinoa — the Siren who stole his soul, his peace, and apparently his ability to think straight. He wants her, he’s going to get her, and if he has to handcuff her to himself for eternity, well… romance is subjective.
Meanwhile, his mother is cooking up a plan so deranged it should come with a warning label, and his father is breaking appliances across Heaven and Hell like a divine toddler on a rampage. Fate is meddling, destiny is spiraling, and Lucifer is one bad decision away from setting the universe on fire just to prove a point.
The humour is outrageous, the banter is lethal, and Lucifer’s narration is so self‑indulgent it becomes performance art. He is petty, dramatic, morally questionable, and somehow still weirdly lovable. The romance? A delicious mess of obsession, denial, and “I will burn the world for you but also please stop running.” It’s chaotic, it’s ridiculous, and it’s exactly what this series does best.
If you’re already a Hot Damned fan, this book is another wild ride through Peterman’s beautifully deranged imagination. If you’re new, you will be confused, overwhelmed, and spiritually unprepared — but you’ll laugh anyway.
Lucifer may be the Devil, but he’s also the drama, the main character, and the reason this series stays so wildly entertaining.
Long live the prettiest bastard in Hell.