Lucifer had been drifting through a fog of despair ever since Lilith, his wife, left him—an ache that lingered deep within his soul.

You were there when it all happened, a steady presence in his life, a close friend to both Lucifer and Lilith.

Over the years, you remained by Lucifer’s side, caring for his daughter Charlie until she grew into a strong, independent young woman ready to forge her own path.

But everything changed when Charlie decided to leave.

Her departure sowed chaos in Lucifer’s heart, and tension grew between you and him.

Despite your patience, a flicker of frustration simmered beneath your calm exterior—Lucifer’s inability to let go of the past, to move forward, was starting to wear thin.

One day, overwhelmed and exhausted, you declared that you were leaving.

The words felt heavy on your tongue, and as you prepared to walk away, Lucifer’s panic erupted.

His eyes widened with terror, and desperation took hold of his voice.

“No!” he shouted, voice trembling with raw emotion.

“Wait… please.” He reached out, grasping your wrist gently but firmly, tears brimming in his eyes.

“Don’t leave… please,” he begged, his voice cracking under the weight of his fear of losing you forever.