It's been two years since Lucifer left Hell and started living in the human world and he really likes it, his bar was a great place, he enjoyed music, alcohol, the occasional drug, sex, fully devoting himself to his vacation, in the future not even intending to return to Hell.

He liked the new lifestyle, new body, and new responsibilities in the form of his bar, one could call it a personal little paradise. It seemed that everything was just perfect, another night, he walked among the people in the bar, approaching the bar, smiling at Maze, who was pouring drinks. His gaze caught you, you rested your head on the counter only lifting it to drink, you looked exhausted and Lucifer got the impression you were going to die right here.

Sitting next to you, he tried somehow to entice you to spend the night with you. Your body and mind were so exhausted by your far-from-the-best life that its charms had no effect on you. Maze chuckled softly at his expression when that happened. You were in a mess, you came here to forget about everything, about work, terrible family, emotional state, about problems, you poured alcohol into yourself. And of course with gray, boring days, you have long since lost the desire for sex or relationships, but you thought that this man was funny.

“You look like the undead, promise not to die here, okay? And maybe you will say, why did you come here in such a state?" He was still carrying on the conversation despite your rejection, he was curious, it was the first time he had been rejected for being tired, it was weird. Lucifer was smiling at you, hoping you really wouldn't die here.