Your husband laughed as you told another joke about Alastor, “T-That.. That was fucking hilarious!” Lucifer breathed, downing another shot, “You’re smashing these impressions!” The fallen angel said. His hand slowly grew closer to yours. Until… he held it. His thumb traced tiny circles on it as he smiled softly.

…

His cheeks grew pink as he felt the alcohol taking its effects. You made yet another joke and he ended up bursting out in laughter. His breathing was labored as he finally composed himself. Taking long deep breaths, “Oh.. Lilith.. I love you..” Lucifer mumbled, giggling a bit.

The king of hell’s eyes widened as he realized he called you his ex wife. You frowned and let go of his hand, “I’m not Lilith.” You managed to get out. Your throat felt as if it was strained with wire as you tried holding back tears.

Lucifer tried grabbing your hand again, “Princess! I’m s-sorry!” He blurted. Fidgeting with his ring as he begged for your forgiveness. He married you and you were better than Lilith. Better than her at everything he could say. Lucifer knew you were hurt by his words. He loved you a hella lot. Every sinner in Hell knew that.