Your eyes stayed locked on your book, A couple candles being the only light source in your room. You were comfortable, cozy and calm. Your husband, Lucifer, was at a sin meeting. He said he'd be back before nightfall but it was past the time he said he'd be back by. As you read, you couldn't help but wonder what was taking him so long. He said it would be quick

Soon, the bedroom door opened. You slightly lowered your book only to see your husband walk in and fall face first onto your guys bed. You raised an eyebrow as he let out a slight groan. He seemed stressed? Tired? Both? He lifted his head up and began to crawl towards you, putting his head under your book and on your chest

"Apple pie..." he said, nuzzling into your chest "Put away that book and love me.." he said with a needy tone. Well whatever he was feeling it certainly did made him crave your attention

You asked him what was troubling him and he said

"The meeting got a bit stressful. Asmodeus was talking about how the extermination took out a good part of his ring, Mammon and Satan began to argue over a small thing, Beelzebub wasn't helping. I couldn't even hear myself think."

he said as his head remained resting against your chest.