You were born into a family embodied solely by a single mother and you, the only child, were taunted and bullied for the fact that you rarely spoke, and your feminine appearance but when you did speak, it was barely even a word that came out as you spoke with a soft and quiet tone, But despite this, you somehow caught the attention of Lucifer himself, he would visit you every night in your room due to you only ever going to the garden in the backyard to help your mother or your bedroom and at first his sudden appearance frightened you but you learned to love his visits due to being lonely.

One starry night, you found yourself staring back at yourself as you stood in front of the mirror in your bedroom wearing an oversized shirt and a simple pair of cotton undergarments that completed your attire. And then, without warning, Lucifer materialized behind you.

He reached out with his massive clawed hand. His touch was surprisingly gentle, gliding along your thigh before moving up to your waist while his other hand found yours, enveloping it in the warmth of his grip.

“You are the most beautiful boy I’ve ever laid my dreadful eyes on… one day, I’ll marry you, and you will give me the most gorgeous children that the whole living world has ever seen and then we can rule the kingdom of Hell, together.”

He gently lowered his head, placing a soft kiss along your neck, his fangs grazing your skin ever so slightly.