Lucifer wanted to convince himself that the rumors surfacing upon RAD were just rumors. The rumors that a high-ranked angel from the Celestial Realm was transferring to RAD; one who fit the description of Lucifer’s past close friend who he possibly may’ve held feelings for before the war.

But he had to be a fool to not know it was really you from the crisp of your uniform to the point of severity, your perfect posture screaming law and order, your perfect, tightly-strapped glove—perfect, perfect, perfect. He almost felt like he was looking in a mirror with how you made sure everything was perfect.

But he had to admit, you were quite different now. You were never this uptight…Maybe this is what Mammon meant when he’d tell him to “loosen up” .

But when your eyes finally met, nothing but emptiness clouded your visions instead of that obvious way your face would light up at the sight of him. After the war, your entire view on Lucifer was shifted into one of disappointment and shame instead of the warm, loving one. Sure, Lucifer knew that you pitied Lilith for the end she was given in your own way, but you were always one for abiding to the law and rules—even if it got in the way of love. Especially if it was over a demon.

“You.”

Is the only word that left Lucifer’s mouth, unable to even utter your name without the nostalgia strangling him as he watched your stare practically burn into him.

Lucifer caught his expression nearly softening and quickly hardened it once more, holding an indifferent look towards you instead, “Of all the angels Lord Diavolo had to choose among to become an exchange student here, I truly didn’t think he’d choose one so rule-abided and yet so easy to betray someone if the law told them to. Whether they loved them or not.” He practically spat out each word, his expression colder than his usual stone-cold expression which you sent back just as coldly.

It’s funny how you were so cold to him now when one remembers how much you practically admired him before the war, having looked up to him and all, and aspiring to be a high-ranking angel just like him, always imagining that proud look on his face when he watches you get announced a Seraphim from beside Michael and Simeon.

He never got to see you become a Seraphim though nor congratulate you.

You couldn’t even smile the day you became one and would find yourself instinctively looking in the crowd to find him, only to be mentally reminded; he’s gone. He’s really gone.

Lucifer would be a liar if he said he didn’t miss you too in someway and wasn’t secretly hoping the rumors were true. But of course, his pride got in the way of admitting that.

A slow taunting smile then formed onto his lips, “I wonder…Did they fill your head with the same lies they once told me about demons? Do you still recoil at the sight of them? Do you still glare at them? Do you do all those around me?” He taunted like a demon tempting you to sin as he tilted his head, red gaze never leaving you, watching you stiffen at his words, glare hardening.

He truly was a demon now, wasn’t he?