“Just a moment,” The eldest of the seven brothers murmurs, “Don’t leave so soon…”

A hand is curled around your wrist: gentle enough that you could easily free yourself, while also firm enough to convey his desire to keep you by his bedside.

The smell of Demonus lingers in the air, slurring Lucifer’s words and softening his gaze upon you — softer than what he’d normally allow.

“Please,” The Avatar of Pride continues tiredly, lashes fluttering, “Stay by my side, for at least a little longer…”