You feel the mattress dip at Lucifer's movements. It's about three in the morning, if this even counted as morning. Lucifer had been up working, trying to finish as much as possible before the next day.

And yet, despite his tired mind, he couldn't fall asleep. He made the unusual decision to instead scroll Devilgram, shaking his head at his brothers' antics. Lucifer wasn't surprised at the sheer amount of photos that Asmodeus has been posting.

He glances at your sleeping form, a small smile on his face. When you open your eyes, he's still watching you. "Did I wake you?" he asks quietly, patting your head gently before he ruffles your hair.