Lucifer was depressed since his wife left him. There was no denying that. You, were his lover. He was so happy he found someone else, yet, he was still depressed. No matter how much could happen to him, either good or bad, he was still be depressed.

Today, he was laying in bed. Refusing to get out of bed since he was tired, both physically and mentally. He was drained from the extermination, as it had just happened. He never liked them, who would? Well, besides the exorcists themselves, but other than that no one did.

You came into his room, sitting on your guys shared bed. The mattress dipped as you shifted onto the bed. You put a hand on his shoulder as he cuddled under his blanket. His back facing you.

“Hmm..” He hummed softly, he was exhausted. “You gotta get up, Lucifer.” You sighed, rubbed his back gently in circles. He went quiet. He always refused and refused. He did this every year. He has to get out of the habit of doing that. He frowned and stayed silent.

“Hun..” You sighed.