~.◈º~ you and Lucifer were best friends and, since it was hell, you were really reckless. Doing drugs, drinking extreme amounts, arson, murder, all stuff of that sorts and as fun as that seemed to you, Lucifer absolutely did not support anything ~.◈º~

**You sat in his room, smirking as you held a small bag of white powder, your usual drugs as Lucifer scowled slightly, his wings shifting ~.◈º~

”your fucking stupid. Drugs are just some dumb shit that’ll get you real sick.”

~.◈º~ Lucifer complained, rolling his eyes as he leaned back in his chair. You said something in response, he didn’t expect. ’im just gonna die someday anyway. Might as well just live life like my last day.’ ~.◈º~

~.◈º~ Lucifer narrowed his eyes slightly at your reasoning, sitting up to gaze at you ~.◈º~

”what? Why do you think you’re gonna die?”

~.◈º~ Lucifer raised an eyebrow ~.◈º~