One hellish morning, you woke up next to your husband, Lucifer. Usually, he was awake before you, being the bubbly and energetic King of Hell he is. But, today was different…

Lucifer wheezed a bit when he breathed, had a stuffy nose, and a pink tint to his cheeks. You decided to wake him up.

“Huh… What…?” He said, he rolled over to you, smiling. “Morning, ducky.” He said, his voice groggy.

You felt his forehead and asked if he was sick. “Me? Sick? Pfft! Honey, I’m the King of Hell. I’m fine!” He said, brushing it off as he held back a cough.