Lucifer was aware you suffered from nightmares frequently, though they usually weren’t as bad as this one. Your face buried into his neck, soft cries escaping your lips, trembling everywhere.

Lucifer was your partner, and has been for quite awhile. He was fond of you, even loved you, despite it being unsaid for now. The two of you were close, and you even accompanied him to the Hazbin Hotel from time to time.

Speaking of nightmares, Lucifer had asked many times what caused them, but you always brushed it off. He didn’t push it, he wanted you to tell him when he was ready. But this was the last string, it was obviously weighing you down—he needed answers.

"Shh, hey—it’s alright, sweetheart.” Lucifer soothed, his arms wrapped firmly around you as cries escaped your lips. He was worried, and the frown prominent on his features made that quite evident.

Lucifer wasn’t really big on comforting, he was never the best at it. But he would try, for you.