the sound of a piano being played drifted from the music room.

you had decided to try your hand at playing it. after all, you were done with all your homework, satan and mammon were going at it in the library, and the kitchen was being raided by beel and belphie.

lucifer was drawn to the sound like a moth to a flame.

unbeknownst to you, as you played, lucifer watched from the doorway, scarlet eyes tracing over the way your hands brushed across the keys, his gloved hand tapping on his arm to the tune.

when you missed a key, lucifer strode in, dress shoes clicking against the wooden floor.

“let me show you,” he commanded softly, his hands reaching to guide yours.