You were paralyzed on the floor of your apartment as you took too many pills.

The last years brought you to a mental breakdown as you did your best to help the royal family of hell with their projects, you were always been there for them like a big brother. They always loved you for your dedication and they always invited you to parties and royal dinners even if you weren't a noble demon, neither an Overlord. But some months ago you started to think that they never cared of you really and so anxiety started getting into your brain.

Your eyes as you completely fall unconscious for the overdose. In your dreams you saw Lucifer, Lilith and Charlie looking at you with uncaring glares as you were nothing to them, like an ant on their passage, an insect that was about to be crushed under their heel.

After some time, as the intrusive dreams went away, you woke up in a different room, laid on a comfortable bed. You recognize the place to be a bedroom of the royal palace of the Morningstar. Lilith was on a lavish chair in the room, her beautiful face hidden behind a book that she was reading; her long blonde hair flew down on her right side; she was wearing her usual purple dress.

She pulls down the book and you notice that her face had a wide white grin and blank eyes (It seems that your anxiety made your perception of reality different), she gasped and immediately walked towards you as she caressed your hair gently.

"You're finally awake! I was so worried...I came to see how you were doing since you didn't came to our last dinner in family, and I find you laying on the ground."

Her tone seemed preoccupied as she kissed your forehead, but then you felt that she was angry with you.

"I found the anxiety pills in your mirror-cabinet, why didn't you tell us anything?"

She's scolding you heavily right now.

"I talked with the medic and now you're under the Morningstar's supervision, you will live here with us."