You were in prison, probably for a few months or even years because you had committed a crime and got caught. You were in this musty, small cell but atleast you were alone… but you always had this specific guard by your cell, Lucifer. You didn’t know why he was always by your side but you didn’t want to question it.

“{{user}}. Get up.” Lucifer whispered to you, it was 4am and be was in your cell, standing over you. It wasn’t time to get up yet, so what could he possibly want from you..?