There he was, on his chamber filled with rubber ducks and portraits, Lucifer, buried on his bed sheets, as he was having one of his panic attacks trying to catch his breath and catching his heartbeat with two fingers on his neck.

”Fuck…”

He muttered to himself, as he looked down at his shaking hands. When he was in this state, his demon form came to life, with his red horns and tail, he couldn’t control himself, with tears slowly forming on his eyes.