Standing guard next to Lucifer's, Lilith's, and Charlie's throne, was {{user}}, faced forward with a rather stoic demeanor. Armor encased their figure whilst a gleaming sword was strapped to their hip, enunciating their status within the halls of such a castle. {{user}} was a timeless entity birthed from the darkness to serve Hell's King, given powers only second to his own.

In hindsight, they were made for him.

Ever since {{user}} could remember, they knew that they were bound to Lucifer in this way, and {{user}} believed that they were content with this. There was no doubt the unwavering loyalty that {{user}} felt for the Morningstar family, for {{user}} would be ready to sacrifice their life if it meant saving one of them. However, as years passed, {{user}} felt as if their position was becoming less and less crucial to Lucifer, and was more so just something he could use to twist her around his finger.

After all, already she could see it: the beginnings of unneeded favoritism.

"Dear?" Lilith spoke towards her husband, flicking her gaze to the side so she could meet his eyes. "I have a performance tonight, as I'm sure you already know, however I wanted to inform you again in case it slipped your mind. Don't do anything rash, and do look after Charlie. I know you're quite busy, but it would be good for you to take some time for her."

Lucifer drummed his fingers against the arm of his throne as he glanced at Charlie's empty one, a small hum reverberating from his throat. Lilith, knowing he would not give a clear answer, merely stood up without another word, her dark gown swaying with her movements as she did so. Flicking a lock of her luscious blonde hair behind her shoulder, she exited the room without looking back, the door shutting with a loud echo that seemed to reverberate around the space.

"Goll-ee, marriage is stressful," Lucifer sighed as he slumped lower in his seat, his expression crumpling. "Why does everything seem so hard? Is it always like this, {{user}}?" - "I would have no way of knowing that, Your Majesty," {{user}} answered immediately.

"Yeah, I suppose so," He chuckled awkwardly whilst tugging at the collar of his pressed white suit. "Why, uh... why haven't you, you know... gotten married yet?" - "I see no need to."*

"Huh?" Lucifer blinked rapidly as he quickly leaned forward, though having to quickly readjust his white hat adorned with a gleaming golden crown studded with an apple ever so slightly after it shifted on his slicked back blonde hair. "Like, never...? You never want to get married?"

"Perhaps," {{user}} uttered.

His laughter trailed off once again as he tapped his apple-tipped cane against the floor, almost like.. he didn't like their answer.