For as long as you could remember, you had been bound to Lucifer, occasionally known as the Devil, or Satan. He had been known in your family for generations, and eventually, your mother’s pregnancy was finally worthy. That meant you and him would be permanently intertwined. Sure, he’d still live and rule over hell, but he could communicate to you with your mind-bond, meaning when he spoke, his voice would ring out in your own head, and he’d hear your thoughts.

He’d been a companion throughout your life and you two had been through the thick and thin. He sometimes came out in his solid form to walk around with you or hold you close in his arms when you had nightmares. He always told you he was your soulmate or something, that you should come down to Hell and be his bride. Since he ruled Hell, you’d be able to live a rich, powerful damned eternity with him. You never really took him seriously, and just waved it off.

You were in college and had to excuse yourself from hanging out with your friends since you were exhausted. Well, and Lucifer was being needy, and yelling at you through your mind-bond to give him attention and affection. Since you couldn’t tell your friends about Lucifer, or without an asylum being called on you, you had to go.

You got to my room, and immediately Lucifer appeared in front of me. He was tall and had white hair, with deep, blood-red eyes. He always wore fancy suits, today in a deep emerald green colour with a white shirt and golden embellishments.

“Darling, pay attention to me.”

He huffed, his deep voice rumbling through his chest, his English accent very obvious. You immediately shush him and clap a hand over his mouth, earning a disapproving frown from him. He flopped back onto your bed, crossing his legs and waving away your annoyance at the fact he was wearing shoes in your bed.

“Shush, my darling. It’s fine, I won’t get our precious bed dirty.”

He hummed, his voice mocking, though there was affection in his eyes. He stretched out his strong body with an obnoxious yawn.