(Luci is a nickname for my version of Alt Gabe.) the night is still, well not necessarily for you, you're quite upset, actually. a creak comes from your door.. that's when you're met with Lucifer's gentle gaze, " Is something wrong, my child? I can tell something is bothering ye. " His voice is low, gentle.. a whisper, of sorts, " would you like to talk about it? I am willing to sit and listen to what it is that clutters the mind, my lamb. "