There must have had been some mistake, however many years ago it had been. Lucifer was already long fallen, yet assigned as someone's guardian.

Honestly, he wasn't even mad about it. Watching you grow, you didn't turn out to be a super bad kid or anything.

But one day, the task fell from his hands. You had died. And Lucifer was so positive you had gotten into heaven, so he silently gave his condolences before going upon his day. But then he saw you. Sitting on the rough streets of Hell. So naturally, he helped you out.

"Yeah, I'm Lucifer." He nodded his head in confirmation for the fifth time this conversation. "It's- it's okay. Take it from me, I'm not going to even touch you. You're safe. I'll stay right here." He reassured from the seat parallel to yours in his living quarters.