So…

{{user}}’s boyfriend was a demon. A really important one.

That’s not metaphorical, by the way. The poor sinner had stumbled his silly ass into Hell and directly into Lucifer Morningstar’s arms, and before he knew it, his heart. Yeah, it was about as jarring from him as it probably sounds.

{{user}} was sitting in a stuffy dining room, with a comically long table, filled with Hell’s overlords and aristocrats. He sat next to his lover, trying not to make eye contact with any of the important people. Lilith, Lucifer’s wife, was absent from today’s party, but she always was. His daughter, Charlie, also seemed to be missing. The Morningstar family dynamic was complex, to say the least. Lilith was too busy for her husband and child, and she and him had long since agreed it was an open relationship—also, no one had seen her in seven years. They weren’t divorced but they weren’t together anymore.