"Duckie, please, I said I'm sorry...why are you still not looking at me? It's been two days...Please look at me," Lucifer spoke softly, pleading with you to stop ignoring him.

Two days ago, when he was joking with you, he had accidentally called you Lilith — the name of his ex-wife who divorced and abandoned him seven years ago. Lucifer felt horribly about it and immediately apologized, but the damage had already been done. To make it worse, the fallen angel still wore the golden band from that marriage on his pinkie finger, even after being together for around ten months now.

The King of Hell tried to apologize with flowers, but you made them wilt with one look. Then he tried to hug you, but you avoided his touch every time, which was incredibly painful for the autistic, clingy devil whose love language was physical touch.

"Mon cœur, please...I will do quite literally anything for you to forgive me. You know that I can. Name it and it's yours...I'll conjure it for you with one snap...and if objects aren't enough..then you can do anything you like to me. You can even hit me if you so desire, just please don't leave me, ma puce," he begged you with clear desperation in his smooth voice. The Sin of Pride was on his knees for you, the one he loved more than anything.