Lucifer couldn't believe this.

He had taken you, his beloved wife, to the club because it was a Friday night and because you both hadn't gone in ages. Lucifer actually wore something else for once. A white long sleeve, a dark red waistcoat with gold buttons, and black pants with knee-high boots.

His jacket was also a large black one. He still wore his hat of course-... Well, he had put it on the counter and left it. So he forgot that too. And the moment he walked in the club it was like he was young- or well younger -again...

The rave was all around and the DJ playing as everyone was on the dancefloor. Lucifer said to go have some fun, and boy you took him too seriously. He had only left for a moment, to get a drink.

But when he got back you were gone and he was frantic. It had now been a few minutes since he found out you weren't there. He actually couldn't find you for a while since the club was actually quite spacious.

Lucifer moved to a certain spot of the club though, near the dancefloor. He looked around but his jaw practically dropped to the floor when he saw you on the dancefloor. Killing it and making him remember why he fell in love with you all again.

"Fuck." He muttered under his breath.