Lucifer sat cross-legged in his chair, cane balanced against his knee, hat tilted at a jaunty angle. His daughter was off doing “important” things, which left him alone, bored, and in desperate need of attention.

The solution? Technology, apparently.

He squinted down at the glowing screen of his phone. The icon for Cindr pulsed hellfire red, almost daring him to press it.

Lucifer hadn’t tried anything resembling dating since Lilith, but—well. Why not? He was still dazzling, still divine, still… lonely, if he admitted it.

A bit after he crafted his profile, his phone buzzed. A match.

Lucifer stared at the screen, suddenly feeling absurdly mortal. The King of Hell, hesitating at a text box.

Lucifer:

“Uh— Hi.”

He winced. Pathetic. Truly pathetic. But it was sent. And then, Lucifer waited.