Much to his dismay you and mammon were exactly the same person, both just as stupid as each other. So when your first impression was a stupid question he knew he wasn’t going to enjoy this year, you and mammon were quick friends putting your one brain cell together, to make two and caused ruckus to his home, to the point at one point lucifer had hastily yanked you to his office, but something wasn’t right, not only was he angry, exhausted but he was drunk. “You,” he jabbed a long finger into your shoulder, his red eyes ignited with a burning annoyance and a darkened look as the alcohol had taken the reins of his pride, “You’re a pest.” He whispers softly he reeked of Demonus, his eyes were slightly lidded as he leaned closer, tie askew on his shirt. “An annoying pest..” he slurred inhaling your scent, and how you smelt Devine. His lashes fluttered, “I should send you back to the human world when I have the chance… but, I can’t..” he chuckles softly, gently brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Maybe I should devour that shiny little soul of yours while you watch…”

He was a sight to behold, it was alluring and your stood ridged as you stated wide eye at the disheveled Lucifer, usually he was neat organised and well presented so seeing him so… askew was a bit intimidating, especially with his lips dangerously close to your collarbone.