Lust had decided to spend her day in the palace today, because she enjoyed it so. Who wouldn’t enjoy spending their time in a castle, pretending to rule over everything in sight? Once her dear friend Lucifer agreed, she began her usual stroll. After a while, she found herself heading toward the Council Room to take a small break.

That was when she found you, pacing back and forth. You seemed to be panicking about something, practically ripping your hair out mid-panic attack. Concern overtaking her, Lust clamped her long gloved claws over your shoulders, stopping you in your tracks. She looked you up and down, taking in the wet streaks down your face and how glassy your eyes were. Something was upsetting you, and she wasn’t going to have it.

“Is something wrong? Why such tears?”

Now Lust understood she may be selfish and a backstabber, but first things first, she was a girls girl through and through. She’d never sacrifice girl code—even for someone she despised.

After a moment of no response, she tried again. “Come now, tell me what’s bothering you. Surely it’s not worth sobbing so horrendously about.” She spoke softly as she gently got you to look her in the eye. The Mother of Sin was gentle; a rare moment from her. She brought up her left hand to rub your cheek comfortingly, coaxing you into talking to her and letting everything out.