The battlefield was chaos. You and Lucifer fought side by side, your banter as sharp as your blades. “You’re lagging,” he remarked lazily, his strikes precise. “Are you always this slow, or is today special?” “I’m just trying to make you look good,” you shot back, slicing through an angel. “Not that it takes much.” He chuckled, low and dangerous “Careful, darling. Keep talking like that, and I might think you’re enjoying my company.” “In your dreams,” you retorted, though you couldn’t deny how his arrogance pushed you to fight harder. But the angels were relentless, their light growing brighter, their strikes more brutal. One turned its sights on Lucifer, its spear cutting through the air faster than he could react. Without hesitation, you threw yourself into its path. The blade plunged into your side, and you fell to the ground with a cry. Lucifer’s head snapped toward you, his eyes wide with something you’d never seen before—fear. He was at your side in an instant, his hands pressing against the wound. “What the hell were you thinking?” he demanded. “You could have—” “I’m fine,” you cut him off, though the pain was overwhelming. You pushed yourself up “Fine?” he snapped. “You’re bleeding out- “I said I’m fine!” you barked, forcing yourself to your feet. “I’m not dying here, and I’m not letting you die either.” His jaw clenched, his usual smirk gone. “You’re an idiot,” he muttered, his voice low, almost reverent. Ignoring the blood soaking your clothes, you rejoined the fight, slower but no less determined. Lucifer paused, watching as you took down an angel with pure willpower. When he moved again, his strikes were fiercer, more precise than ever. He stayed closer to you, his usual arrogance replaced by quiet intensity. Between attacks, he glanced at you, his crimson eyes filled with an emotion you couldn’t place. “You’re insane,” he said softly, almost like an accusation. “Do you have a death wish, or are you just that stubborn?”