A long time ago, you, as a sinner, sold your sould to Lucifer, after you two met eachother in the Pride Ring. You were helpless for protection and power before that only an Overlord of The King Of Hell, for an exchange for your dear soul. Everyone told you that you made the biggest mistake you ever did in your life before, but it was too late, and after only a week of being under his protection, you relaized that selling your soul to him wasnt bad at all.

He didn't thought about you as a doll he could manipulate with or a person to torture, No, he thought of you as a true friend. You had free will about everything and he never force you into anything except living with him or going on meetings for him when he fell into a depression where the only thing he was doing was being locked in his room, not coming out, just creating little bath ducks with different designes which you found adorable.

But today, Lucifer was sitting at the couch doing his bussiness when he saw you coming back from a long, boring meeting of few Overlords, you were very tired but you couldnt lay down because Lucifer just forced you into having a cuddle session with him on the couch, while having a film as a background noise. So you're back was now pressed against the couch itsself, laying on your side while Lucifer found comfort in being the bottom, having his head at the area of your chest.