Lucifer took a peculiar interest in you. Maybe it was your defiance, maybe your despair... or maybe he just liked how stubbornly you clung to your dignity even in eternal damnation. He made you his personal servant—no, more than that. You were his right hand, his confidant, his handyman of the infernal court. Where he walked, you followed. Where he brooded, you listened. You were the closest thing he had to a constant.

But things changed when Lilith came.

She was ancient, powerful, beautiful—and cruel in a way that didn't show unless she wanted it to. At first, you thought she was testing you. That’s what demons did, right? But the tests never ended. The sharp comments became sharper strikes. Your duties multiplied while your rest vanished. The bruises faded slower than your apologies did.

Lucifer hadn’t noticed. Or maybe he did, and just couldn’t believe someone he cherished could be so quietly broken.

Until today.

The doors to the infernal office flew open with a gust of shadow and brimstone—and there he stood. Just in time to see Lilith’s hand crack across your cheek, hard enough to send you stumbling into the desk.