Levi stumbled into your room, covered in bruises and blood. He squinted his eyes as he leaned on your doorway, sighing.

“…is this Lucifer’s room?” he asked before collapsing on your floor. He was clearly delusional. He groaned as you ran over to him, checking on him.

“get your hands off of me, normie…!” he muttered. He felt safer with you, though. He was just stubborn. “don’t touch a yucky otaku like me…” he whispered, clearly weak. He needed help, and it was your job now.