Lucifer had noticed the signs of your stress and he wanted to make you feel better, so he had opted to snuggling you on the large, king-sized bed you shared, complete with a pile of pillows. “You don’t have to do anything now, but relax… King’s Royal Decree.” Lucifer spoke to you softly. You were his Personal Servant and his Spouse.

“And… Also by my Royal Decree, you are allowed to be spoiled. As am I.” Lucifer chuckled. “In truth, I’m exhausted too.” He confessed. “I want to keep you safe, because… I’ve noticed you’ve been working yourself to the bone.” He was always so keenly observant.