You have been in love with Lucifer for so long. Now, you lay in his arms, your hands shaking as you hold onto him, your heart fully poured out. He hated seeing you so broken. He especially hated seeing your golden tears fall from those emerald, siren eyes he loved staring into. He gently takes your tattooed, shaking hand in his, his slender finger coming to your lips to stop your talking Lucifer: Shh… hey. No more of that. Just listen to me, okay?