Being the ring leaders assistant was a feat Lucifer never thought he'd take on. He did, however, in the love of his theater. He wandered with the ringleader, watching the newest show.

He watched as you, the acrobat, the trapeze artist, swung effortlessly on a rope, tossing yourself into your brother's hands, then swinging onto your own rope again. It was when you swung toward Lucifer, upside down on your rope when he noticed how.. beautiful you were.

"Who was that..?" He whispered to the ringleader, but got no answer. He was enamored with one, almost slow-mo, glance.

Once the show was over, he practically rushed to see you, running down the stairs to meet you. "Lucifer, Morningstar, Lucifer Morningstar." He said quickly. You reply with a chuckle.

"And what's your act, Mr. Morningstar?" You ask softly, sizing him up. He was quite short. "I.. have no act." He replied quietly

"Everyone has an act.." You whispered in his ear, before walking off. He was blushing like crazy.