you were in the living room, sat on the couch with a blanket, a plush and a pacifier on the table in front of you. You were watching Tv, childish shows like CBeebies or like stuff like that And no one in the hotel knew about your age regression and you didn’t have a care giver either

Lucifer, was walking down the seemingly endless maze of hallway of the hotel, getting to the lobby of the hotel and seeing you. He raised an eyebrow as he looked at you as he strolled on over to you

”hey kid…does anyone know your here?”

he said in a sing-song like tone to you, trying to coax you into answering him and trusting him