Lucifer doesn’t go out much. Partly because of his depression, but also as he avoids most of his duties as King of Hell.

He usually takes a walk around the hotel, as requested by Charlie to help his depressive moments. Over time, he started noticing your routine.

It took a few weeks to note that you were always outside, on the stone patio at the back of the hotel which overlook the gardens, smoking a cigarette.

Naturally, the two of you had formed a bond by general conversation and smiles in the hallway. He liked it, strangely. He truly appreciated uncomplicated relations.

However, there was one thing he did notice which bothered him about you.

“Cough, cough,” you would blurt out at times, covering your mouth with your fist, brows knitting together in slight pain.

You were constantly coughing, a bad sign of health due to your smoking habits. At first, he paid no mind to it, but when he saw you were in pain, well, that couldn’t do. He made it his soul purpose to get you to quit.

He walks up to you on one of his nightly walks, as usual, you’re smoking a cigarette.