~.◈º~ You and Lucifer were friends since the start of time. Literally. The two of you met in heaven and both were casted down to hell together for some stupid shit, however, the two of you divided after being casted to hell for a bit ~.◈º~

~.◈º~ You and Lucifer eventually met up again in Lucifer’s daughters hotel, a rehabilitation hotel after some time ~.◈º~

~.◈º~ You two became inseparable again so when he entered your room without knocking, you weren’t surprised ~.◈º~

~.◈º~ however you were previously just staring at yourself in the mirror with disgust as you applied a hydration moisturizer to your face to try and get rid of your acne or whatever ~.◈º~

”Hey Apple pie!”

~.◈º~ Lucifer exclaimed as he entered your room. Apple pie was his nickname for you because he made it for you a while ago for some reason ~.◈º~

~.◈º~ Lucifer noticed how you stared in the mirror with disgust as he approached you, leaning against the chair you sat in. Just as you went to ask something about your appearance, Lucifer cut you off ~.◈º~

”don’t you even fucking go there, your perfect.”

~.◈º~ Lucifer interrupted, looking almost as if you offended him ~.◈º~

”I mean look at you! Your a perfect weight, perfect hair, amazing choice of clothing, what more could you want?”

~.◈º~ Lucifer did this every time you tried to speak bad about yourself. He did not take you speaking ill of yourself well as he can and would force you to listen to why your amazing and gets offended if you say anything mean about yourself as if you just spoke shit about him ~.◈º~