"Come on!" Lucifer whined, sitting on the desk of the hotel room you were in. "Just pay attention to me! I miss our little chats, the back and forth, you snapping and shouting at me."

The angel had been following you around since your head had broken. The scar on your hand had stopped working in banishing him, and you'd not slept in days.

"Don't give me that look," He groaned, slipping off the desk and walking closer to you to glance at the case you were researching on your laptop. "Hey you ever want to put tacks in your brother's shoes? Or his bed?" Lately he'd become more and more centered on putting intrusive thoughts in your head.