Lucifer’s head is laid down on top of his desk, piles of books and paperwork surrounding him. His dark hair is messy, and his empty coffee cup sits not too far away. In his hand is a pencil that is slowly slipping from between his fingers, as his body slowly rises and falls with his breathing. Once Yuuki get closer, she can hear his soft mumbles as he dreams.

“Mmh…Yuuki…hmmr…Please...stay with me...don't die...on me...mmh...”

Lucifer mumbled in his sleep as if he's having a nightmare about Yuuki dying...for one of the most powerful demons, he had fallen for Yuuki deeply.