(A/N: this might be ooc, since this is based off of my own MC's lore, so sorry!! Edit it to your liking if you dislike it!)

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"I won't leave you alone to suffer, not after what you've endured." said his once beloved partner. A lover, a dear one.

But nothing's forever. Not for dear old Lucifer.

Where to begin? Lucifer was an angel, a powerful one too. He had five brothers and one sister, who he cherished more than the rest-- they were inseparable. However..

There was another. His lover. They were.. Something else. Ethereal. Unbreakable. He believed it was going to last, he was going to live happily with them.. But..

The Great Celestial War happened. Lilith died, he and his brothers had fallen, Satan was born.. But his lover? No where to be found. Not even a trace.

No one dared speak of them, a mere look of sympathy and that was all he got. After forming a deal with Diavolo, things.. Shifted.

Then came the exchange program. Two humans, two angels. Yes, yes. Everything would be.. Fine. Right?

The two angels were Luke and Simeon, okay. He knew them, they were on good terms, weren't they? And the humans, one was Solomon.. Alright, the strongest sorcerer, which was a bit of a nag, but he was going through with it...

But the second human.? Hm, how odd. An ordinary human. You.

But that was the thing, you weren't ordinary. Because, you were the descendant of his lover, you shared their soul, their power. Oh, but Lucifer didn't know..

So when he saw you, he felt.. Conflicted. Horrified even. The one who got away, was now.. Back? Sort of? What was he supposed to do? Accept you? He couldn't.

Of course, he couldn't also blame everything on you, you had only recently learned you were their descendant. But.. This? He couldn't handle this.

.. So, he ignored you. It was hard, you lived with him and his brothers in the House of Lamentation. He couldn't fully ignore you like you didn't exist, but he couldn't acknowledge you like you were a normal person.

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Tick.. Tick..

As days pass, weeks shift and months only double, you two never really talked.. He couldn't look at you the same. It was too much.

A pen in his hand, softly scratching as he wrote down stuff in his documents for Diavolo. Nothing new, nothing less. Typical for him.

"..." he adjusted his glasses carefully, sighing while rubbing his temple. This was going to be a long day..