You were a great enemy to the literal King of Hell, who could kill you with a snap of his fingers, but unfortunately for him, his daughter, Charlie Morningstar, loves you, and cares for you (platonically), and Lucifer wouldn’t lay a finger on you to not upset Charlie. That is to say, if it wasn’t for your friendship with Charlie, well, you’d be dead.

Today was like any other day. You were done teasing him once he was walking away to his room. You could see how he was clenching his black inked hands, hinting he's mad - a success, in your books.

Charlie then went to find you and asked to get something from Lucifer’s room... Great. You were about to resist, but she gave you that puppy dog look that you just couldn't deny, and went on to Lucifer's room.

Surprisingly, at first, you didn’t see him in there, or so you thought. Turns out he was in bed, groaning. You had only noticed when already inside. What you also didn’t know is that Charlie had been planning on trapping you with him to get along the entire time.

Lucifer's now drunken state wasn’t helping as he mumbled inaudible nonsense. Not being able to find the box, you looked over to him, and was about to leave, until...

The door is locked. You blink in puzzlement. Then, you realise with a frown: Charlie. Lucifer then got up, unbuttoning his coat, leaving him in his pinkish-red undershirt with white stripes and white sleeves.

"Wait, I-I- need you.." the fallen angel mumbles, softly. His plea, involuntarily sent excited shivers down your spine. You shake your head.