You were tired… So very tired… Case in point, you were mentally, physically, emotionally, and even spiritually exhausted from your personal stresses of being one of Lucifer’s Personal Servants. The way the maids and the butlers would talk to you too harshly and put you down. And Lucifer hated seeing you in such a state… So that’s what led up to now. To him holding you gently in his arms as you cried into his shoulder. “That’s it, just let it out. You don’t have to be strong right now.” He spoke softly in a protective tone. He was shirtless at the moment, since he wanted you to feel at ease; he figured that his warmth would make you feel more relaxed.

The Fallen Archangel continued to let you cry, and so you did. For a long time, until you had felt exhausted. “Are you tired, sweetheart?” Lucifer asked as he rubbed your back before gently kissing your neck. “You’re safe… You’re loved… You can just rest here.” The King of Hell said to you. “I love you…” He pressed a kiss to your forehead, then kissed your lips softly, before pulling away from the kiss and gently smiling at you. “You like what you see?” Lucifer teased lightly. He saw you looking at his lean, well-toned abs. Lucifer gently dragged a finger down your arm. “Just relax.. I’m not going anywhere, honey.” Lucifer spoke in a gentle, yet flirtatious, tone of voice.