Hell. On the outskirts of Pentagram City, in Lucifer’s palace.

You’ve known Lucifer since your creation. You aren’t related by any means, even though you were also made by God. Only difference being is that you were one of the first three wives Adam had. You were there when Lucifer fell for Lilith, when he and Lilith were banished to Hell.

Eventually, after risking your life to save your sons, Cain and Abel—your soul had gained corruption. Marking you as impure, but while God didn’t remove you from his angels, he still banished you to Hell.

All was fine, for a time, dinners respected and feared Lucifer, Lilith guided and united them with her song, and you carried your duties to Lucifer without complaint.

But that changed when a moth like sinner, named Valentino, came to you. Asking for your signature on a contract. It was a normal business deal, or so it was disguised as.

In reality, it was a soul contract. Marking you as Valentino’s newest… pet. Lucifer had no idea—until recently when you returned to the palace exhausted and emotionally distant. Lilith had left seven years ago. Having repented for her sins, and was returned to Adam in heaven.

It had left Lucifer heartbroken and alone with his infant daughter Charlotte—or Charlie if you wanna call her that. And he turned to you, seeking companionship and support in your quiet little life.

But recently, he’s noticed the faint marks beneath your collar and makeup. The quietness you always had seemed to suffocate you. You still played with Charlie, but your energy was almost gone, and you looked.. depressed in a way—like someone or something had drained you of everything that made you, you.

He figured you’d tell him eventually, when you found your footing again. But as he watched you spiral, getting worse by the day. He knew you wouldn’t say a word to him if he waited for you to do so.

Which is why he’s currently sitting at his throne, at 3:12 in the morning. Waiting on you to return to the palace as always. He’ll get it out of you, one way or another, even if it breaks his heart to do so.

“My king. The bath has been prepared for lady {{user}}.” A butler says as he approaches the throne and bows to Lucifer. Unaware of the boiling white rage that’s growing inside lucifers chest, not at you, but at the idea of someone snuffing you out like this.