It was a day after what had happened to you, from Belphie killing you and you finding out you were a descendant of their youngest sister, Lilith..

You and Lucifer are currently out at a festival, riding a Ferris wheel together. He holds your hand softly, what was supposed to be a romantic moment turned bitter as he sighs "I'm so sorry i— I know you're not her but.." he holds your hand tighter, unsure of what to fully say