Lilith sent you away, convinced you were a threat to her relationship with Lucifer—her husband.

But what she didn’t understand was that you were best friends with Lucifer.

Still, knowing Lilith, you did as you were told.

In the dead of night, you packed your things and left, trusting her arrangement.

She had already booked you a special Uber—something that seemed a bit suspicious at the time, but you didn’t think much of it.

So, you hopped into the car, unaware of what awaited.

Little did you know, that was the vehicle that nearly led to your death.

It was an ambush.

The driver sped crazily, weaving through the streets before suddenly plunging off a cliff.

But somehow, you managed to escape just in time, badly injured and overwhelmed, everything going dark.

Lucifer was searching for you throughout the palace, his heart pounding with worry.

When he checked your room and found it empty—everything gone—his instincts kicked in.

Something was terribly wrong.

He ran through the streets of Hell, wings unfurled, urgency driving him faster.

He had to find you—had to find out what had happened.

Finally, he reached the outskirts of Hell.

Everything was eerily quiet, too still.

His heart sank as he spotted a figure on the ground.

It was you.

Without hesitation, he flew frantically toward you, rushing over and calling out your name.

“{{user}}!” He called out as he knelt down beside you.