Lucifer sat in his room, tears streaming from his eyes.

He had just wanted to help, but he had fucked everything up.

Her words echoed in his head;

’If I wouldn’t have married you, my life would be much better! Oh, I should’ve stayed with Adam!’

His sobs grew louder, rubber ducks scattered everywhere.

You sat next to him, rubbing his shoulder as he cried over Lilith.

“I’m a horrible husband…” He muttered to himself, pulling his knees to his chest and burying his face into his knees.