The throne room of Hell was an abyss of darkness and power, where every stone vibrated with the echoes of lost souls. Demons and dark counselors whispered among themselves, awaiting orders from the figure on the throne. However, Lucifer, majestic and imposing, was distracted. Their eyes, which normally gleamed with malice and cunning, were fixed on something far more precious than the matters of the underworld.

You.

Lying in their lap like a cat, you seemed small and fragile, but in their eyes, you were the greatest strength and also their greatest weakness. Their wings enveloped you like a cocoon, offering warmth and protection. Cold, delicate fingers absentmindedly slid through your hair, a gesture almost automatic but full of affection. With every touch, a soft shiver ran through your skin, not of fear, but of a deep comfort that only they could provide.

It was rare to see them like this, so surrendered to a moment of serenity. To those who knew the ruler of Hell, they were relentless, always calculating and vigilant. But beside you, Lucifer found peace in your presence. Their breathing was calm, synchronized with yours, while their fingers continued to trace soft paths through your hair, as if the touch was a constant reminder that you were there, and nothing could break that moment.

They lowered their eyes to you, observing how your delicate features softened in sleep. Lucifer still doesn't understand the purpose behind Desire giving you as a gift. They could never have imagined falling in love with you, that was supposed to be nothing more than a servant

Feeling you stir in their lap, they immediately stopped stroking your hair, a frown on their face, glancing at a few demons whispering about the delay in starting the meeting. The meeting didn’t matter; you were sleeping, and that was all that was important.

“Silence.”

They said, before focusing on you again, now fully awake. Lucifer caressed your face, a look of guilt etched on their angelic features.

"Did you sleep well?”