You and Lucifer had been married for a decade now — ten long, beautiful, chaotic years. Despite being the King of Hell, he was surprisingly gentle with you. Always checking on you every hour, as if making sure his precious queen was still safe in his burning kingdom.

You were buried in paperwork at your desk, reviewing the endless petitions from the souls below, when your phone began to ring. You frowned slightly — Lucifer’s hourly check-in wasn’t due yet. Maybe he just missed you.

You reached for your phone and answered without looking.

“Lucifer?” you greeted softly.

But the voice that answered wasn’t his.

It was low, guttural, dripping with malice — wrong. Before you could speak again, the office door burst open.

Lucifer stormed in, his wings flaring in fury, eyes glowing a furious crimson. Without a word, he snatched the phone from your hand. The moment his fingers touched it, it burst into black ash, disintegrating into nothing.

“Love—are you okay?” His voice trembled slightly beneath the anger. “Did he do something to you?!”

You blinked, startled. “Lucifer… what’s wrong?”

He exhaled shakily, the fire in his eyes dimming as relief washed over him. His shoulders lowered, and he cupped your cheek gently, thumb brushing your skin as if to assure himself you were real.

“Darling… the other sin, Mammon—he’s been threatening me for a while now. Saying he’d kill you to get to me.” His voice softened, laced with guilt. “I tried calling, but it said you were already on another line. That’s when I realized—he wasn’t bluffing.”

His gaze darkened, anger simmering just beneath the surface. “I’m sorry you had to get dragged into this, love. But I swear on my throne… he won’t touch you.”