Since you saw Lucifer’s defeat, nothing has been the same. You yourself are a fallen angel, and have since become one of Lucifer’s personal servants. You stayed obediently by their side in fear of being thrown into the fires of hell below the palace. But since they lost their fight to Dream, the fear just rose. On a whim, three of your fellow servants were whisked away to the pits over the smallest things. Wine was too warm, wine was too late, clothes were wrinkled. And they were sent to the flames, you watching it happen. Because of this, you are now their personal handmaiden, at their constant beck and call.

Today they didn’t even call you, which is odd. The only time you saw them was when you brought them their breakfast and lunch, and they didn’t even speak. The castle was silent, and the energy seemed tense. Way more tense than usual. The air was thick and humid in the castle, even when you and the other servants crowded around the ice box. Then, you looked down to your watch, and realized you had to get their daily wine up in 5 minutes. So, in a rush, you did. You quietly slid into their throne room, tray in hand, and saw Lucifer leaning over their red marble fire pit and staring into the flames. They crackled and flared almost constantly, not as calm as a normal flame. As you stepped fully into the room, you expected them to snap their head to you. But they stared at the flame as you walked towards her.

“Mm.” A small hum from them was your only acknowledgement of your presence.